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And Declan givesmeshit about trying to fuck his wife.
Rejoining the table, Tristan sets three ice-filled whiskey glasses on it. He grabs a chair from a nearby table and takes a seat, cocking a brow at Layla and Conor immediately beside him.
“Sorry, brother. She’s my girl now,” Conor teases with a devilish smirk as he places a wet kiss against Layla’s lips.
“You might want to know that,”—he air quotes—“your girlhad her lips firmly wrapped around my cock about five minutes ago.” Tristan laughs as a disgusted grimace scrunches Conor’s face.
“You know what happens when you’re a little brat.” Tristan drags Layla from Conor’s lap and onto his own. Pulling her tightly against him and nipping her neck, he whispers what we all know is a warning of a correction to come in her ear. Turning his attention to the rest of us, he asks, “Besides my brother trying to steal my wife, what did I miss?”
“We are all just talking about Conor’s tiny cock,” I quip before throwing my head back and laughing.
“I’m not interested in Conor’s tiny cock,” Liam smirks. “I’m more interested in you. I have never seen you turn hot fucking pussy away. Especially when it’s practically dripping on your lap.”
“Wait? What” Tristan’s eyes snap to me. “Finn did what?”
Refilling his glass, Liam responds, “You fucking heard me.”
“A tall, brunette hot-wife, with perfect tits and an even better ass, basically begging to get thoroughly fucked and marked in front of her husband,” Conor fills in the details. “And he passed because he hadother plans.”
“It was much more polite than saying I wasn’t interested.” I shrug, trying to play it off. Looking around the table, no one is buying my bullshit. Least of all Declan, who is currently staring at me with furrowed brows and a clenched jaw.
“Spill it, Finn,” Liam demands. “You’realwaysfucking interested.”
“Fuck.” I eye Tristan and Declan. “Is this what it’s like being on the receiving end of everyone needing to know what you are or aren’t doing with your cock?”
“Yes,” Dec snarls. “Now, fess up.”
“It’s not a big deal,” I insist. “I told her I wouldn’t until she was ready.”
All of them asking the same question, the table choruses, “Her?”
“Will you ever fucking listen, Finnnigan,” Declan snarls. “How hard would it have been to stay away from Father O’Flaherty’s niece?”
After last night? Fucking impossible.
“No sex?” Conor scoffs. “You won’t make it one fucking week.”
“Let me get this straight,” Liam clarifies. “You’re giving up sex so that you can take that tight little blonde virgin for a ride?”
“Don’t fucking talk about her like that.” Shoving my chair from the table, my voice thunders over the patrons in the lounge, and the room momentarily goes silent. It takes a second for the crowd to return their conversations, but my family—with various looks of bewilderment--stares at my angered face in silence.
Yeah… I’m so fucked.
CHAPTER SIXTEEN
CATLIN
Rolling over in bed, I grab my phone off the nightstand as I stretch to wake up. The screen’s brightness contrasts with the bedroom’s darkness so much that it causes me to blink. It’s a struggle to keep my eyes open to read the messages.
FINN
Happy Birthday, Cat.
Sorry if this wakes you, I wanted to be first.
I look closer at his message and realize he sent it a couple of hours ago.
You were definitely the first.