Intractable Souls : Book 1 of the Bound for Ireland Series (65 page)

“Thank you McKenna. I really miss you
guys.”

“Madison and Kaylie miss you.” She says
sharply.

“And you? Don’t you miss me?”

“Not really. You’re a pain in the ass.”

Ethan chuckles. “So I’m told, on a regular
basis… by a lot of people actually.” He glances over at Olivia who
is smiling, although she can’t hear the other end of the
conversation she’s pretty sure she knows what was said. “Thank you
for looking after everyone while I’m gone, McKenna. I love
you.”

There is silence for a few moments. “I love
you too.” She says in a softer voice. “But Ethan, I’m telling you
if you don’t get this Jessica thing under control soon I’m going to
take things into my own hands and there will be bloodshed.”

“McKenna, don’t do anything stupid. We need
to let the lawyers handle it. Ok?”

“Whatever, I better go. Ian has called me at
least a dozen times this morning wanting to know where I am.”

“Well then you better get into the office.
You’ll handle Dad, yeah? You’re the only one he’ll listen to.”

McKenna sighs. “It’s exhausting covering
your ass all the time.”

Ethan chuckles. “I’m sure it is. I’ll check
in with you later.” Ethan disconnects the call and looks down at
Olivia with a look of despair. “I don’t suppose I have to explain
that call do I?

Shaking her head No, she tugs on his hand,
pulling him back down onto the bed and moving over so he can sit
and lean back against the headboard. She stretches out beside him
as he dials a number and puts his phone to his ear.

“Hi, Shannon. I’m sorry, I know it’s
early.”

Olivia watches him on the phone staring at
his bare chest and the muscular breadth of his shoulders. She
doesn’t know what it is about that tattoo that does it for her, but
her insides squeeze every time she sees it. Whew! Did it just get
hot in here? She should probably try to go back to sleep for
another hour or two but she’s wide awake now and her mind is racing
with naughty thoughts.

“I’ve just received a call from my
family.”

Poor Ethan. She wishes she could give his
mind a break from everything that’s going on. He has all these
problems already crammed in his brain and he isn’t even dressed for
the day yet. An idea strikes her.

“Jessica has contacted them this morning
about the pregnancy.”

No time like the present to settle up on
debts. In a flash she’s sitting on top of him straddling his legs.
He’s not the only one that can move quickly when he wants to. He
gives her a quizzical look and she grins as she pulls down the
waistband of his boxers uncovering his dick.

“There must be something we can do? Can we
get some kind of a court order to stop her from contacting my
family?” He raises his eyebrows as she takes it in her hand and
rubs it from base to tip making it spring to life. “Ok.” Focusing
on Olivia, he puts his hand over the speaker. “What are you doing?”
He whispers.

She grins as she strokes him with a firm
hand up the heavy shaft, and then back down again. “A bet’s a bet
right?”

His dick hardens swiftly with her touch and
he hurries to end his call. “Thank you, Shannon. Let me know when I
get to the office later.” With his gaze still locked onto Olivia’s,
he disconnects his call and places his phone on the bedside table.
Grabbing his boxers, she pulls them all the way off, quickly moving
between his legs when he spreads them wider to give her better
access. Reaching down, he twists her hair around his hand, pulling
it gently and making her look up at him. “You don’t have to do
this.”

She licks her lips. “Oh, I’m sure I’d never
hear the end of it if I backed out of a bet so you just try and
stop me.”

He grins. “Right then, if you insist… have
at it.” He releases her hair, letting it fall softly around her
face.

Holding him firmly with both hands, she
directs her mouth over him. His legs muscles twitch and then tense
as she slides him into her mouth, her hands wrapped along the base,
squeezing the rest of his length. He groans as she moves her head
up and down, closing around him and pressing hard along his shaft
with the flattened edge of her tongue. Licking all the way up the
hard length of him, she closes her lips tightly around the head,
sucking it and swirling her tongue around it, again… and again.
When she slides her mouth all the way down the length of him again,
her long, soft hair brushes against the bare skin of his thighs,
her curls sprawling across him and she hears his sharp intake of
breath. Pressing his hips up, it takes everything he has to resist
the urge to take over and fuck her mouth fast and hard. Looking up
at him through the fallen strands of hair, she can see the precise
moment that his mind empties of all thoughts except for his
pleasure. The pleasure SHE is giving him. His stomach tightens as
it builds inside him, climbing faster with every stroke of her
tongue, every downward thrust of her mouth. He is so damn close
already.

Reaching down, he pushes her hair to the
side, tucking it behind her ear so he can see her face and watch
her soft, warm mouth slide down his cock. “Beautiful.” He whispers.
“So beautiful.”

She’s even more determined now to rock his
world. Locking her gaze to his, she slides her mouth down taking
him in as far as she can, then pauses taking a quick breath,
relaxes the muscles in her throat, widens her mouth and then takes
him in even deeper - to the furthest spot deep within her throat.
All the while her hazel eyes remain locked to the green of his.
Pleasure surges through him, his balls pulling tight and taking him
by surprise as he explodes in her mouth giving her no warning.

She’s unprepared when the first hot spurt of
come hits the back of her throat. He curses, then groans, his hands
tangling in her hair. He’s so deep that she can barely swallow
around him. He continues to come in what seems like an endless
climax and she struggles to keep up. Gasping slightly she tries to
swallow without choking, her eyes beginning to water. He hadn’t
meant for that to happen at all, he pulls back trying to slide out
of her mouth and give her space to breath. She stops him from
withdrawing, completely determined to follow through with her
promise and lick clean every drop of come that he can give her. She
releases him only when he has completely emptied himself and begins
to soften in her mouth.

He reaches down with both hands, grasps her
by the ribs and pulls her up onto his lap. Making her straddle his
hips, he presses her against his chest and wipes the moisture from
her eyes as she clears her throat a few times, coughing
lightly.

“I’m so sorry, baby. I had no intentions of
making you go through with that. But you looked up at me with those
eyes and your sweet lips wrapped around my dick… and I… It just
happened so fast. I couldn’t talk. I couldn’t stop it.”

Leaning her head against his chest, she’s
extremely pleased that she was responsible for making Ethan
O’Connell lose control for a change. She wished she had thought to
look at the clock since she’s certain that she had beaten his
record of 4 minutes 28 seconds.

“My God, you’re amazing.” He presses his
lips to the top of her head. “It’s barely even 5:30 am and you
would do that for me? Even after you woke up to the shit storm
that’s my life these days?”

“I meant to distract you from it all, even
if it was for just a few minutes.” Running her hand up and down his
bicep, she squeezes it occasionally when he flexes, her hand barely
even circling half way around the thickset muscle.

Lifting her chin so he can see into her
eyes, he lowers his lips for a kiss. “My sweet, sweet girl. You are
far better than I deserve.”

She smiles, tracing the black ink of his
tattoo. “You’re naked again.”

“That happens a lot when I’m around you.”
Running his hands down her sides and sliding them underneath her,
he cups her bottom and gives it a firm squeeze. “I need to have a
shower.”

He lifts her by her bottom and swings his
legs over the side of the bed, getting to his feet. She squeals and
wraps her arms and legs around him to stop from falling. “Ethan!
Put me down!”

“What? You’re not going to join me?”

“Nooooo! Don’t think I don’t know that it’s
a trap to get me naked so you can ravage my body again.“

He laughs as he stands her on her feet.
“Damn, I’ve become too predictable.”

“I’m too tired to fight you off in my sleep
deprived state.”

“Well that’s disappointing. It turns me on
when you fight it.”

“I’ve noticed.” She says with a sly grin.
“That’s so incredibly wrong.”

Ethan reaches for her and she ducks just out
of reach. “Oh no you don’t. I’m exhausted. Go! Shower alone.“

He teases her with that ‘come and get me’
smile. “Ok, but I’ll leave the door unlocked in case you change
your mind.”

After a long hot shower, Ethan wraps a towel
around his waist and opens the bathroom door to find Olivia walking
back into the room. “John had a suit sent over.” She extends her
hand so he can slip the clothes hanger off her finger.

“Thanks, love.” Frowning as he takes it from
her, his brows furrow as he notices that she’s still wearing
nothing but her panties and his T-shirt. His playful tone is gone
in a flash and there’s a hint of anger in his expression. “Tell me
you didn’t answer the door dressed like that.”

Oh! Ooops. Her heartbeat picks up a little.
“Well, yes but…” Looking into his eyes, she knows that there is no
excuse that he’ll find acceptable. Here we go again!

Closing his eyes, he exhales harshly and
curses while rubbing his forehead, frustration evident in his
voice. “You didn’t…” He starts to lose his temper and then pauses
to take a breath, rethinking his approach. “Olivia, I don’t know
how the other guys in your life felt about you exposing your body
to other men… but it’s NOT OK with me. The thought of another man
seeing you half dressed infuriates me.”

The man has incredible NERVE! “Yeah? Well,
the sight of another woman’s hand on your dick didn’t do too much
for me either!” She spouts angrily, crossing her arms in front of
her, not even thinking about the consequences of taking the
conversation there.

Ethan takes a deep breath and closes his
eyes, swallowing his anger. “I deserve that. Believe me, nothing
like that will ever happen again.”

She’s not quite sure how to respond without
sounding like a jealous lunatic, so she says nothing and looks
away, making him shake his head. “Don’t turn away, look at me.” He
demands, trying to keep the anger out of his voice. She drags her
eyes back to his and bites her lip. “I don’t feel any less
possessive of your body than you do of mine. Could you at least try
to be mindful of that?” He stands staring, waiting for an answer
but she only replies with a nod.

“Words.” He snips impatiently.

Heat flashes through her as she finds
herself submitting to his authoritative voice. God she hates that
his dominant tone gets her blood simmering and yet it does, every
time without fail.

Resentful that he has somehow dismissed her
anger, she clenches her jaw and jiggles her leg. Once again, she
finds herself apologizing to HIM! “I’m sorry, I will be more
mindful.”

He swings his suit over his shoulder; the
hanger hooked around one finger. “Good.” He leans forward and
kisses her on the lips before beginning to get dressed. Picking up
her pants, she steps into them, pulling them over her hips and
zipping them up. Looking down she stares at her bra and shirt in a
pile on the floor. She had packed extra clothes for Ethan but
didn’t think to pack a bag for herself. Picking them up she quickly
puts them on and then climbs into the huge chair in the corner and
watches Ethan get dressed on the other side of the room. Watching
as he pulls up his pants and then slides his arms into the crisp
white dress shirt she feels that tightness in her tummy the spreads
outwards and makes her feel tingly. Mercy sakes, the man is
gorgeous.

She marvels at how this man is so at odds
with himself on every level. He dresses in the finest tailored
suits, conveying his perfect ‘everything is under control’ badass
business executive – A complete contradiction to his
self-proclaimed ‘my life is a shit storm’ reality.

There doesn’t seem to be any middle ground
for him, everything about him toggles from one extreme to the other
without notice. Including his personality. It’s like two sides of
the same coin, keeping her on her toes because she never knows
which side will land facing up.

Tails… ruled by his Irish Temper. His primal
urge to protect what’s his and keep safe those he loves. It’s what
keeps him focused and engaged. Dark, mysterious and dangerous at
times, it’s what’s responsible for his drive and success.

Heads…ruled by his Irish Heart. His playful
and loving personality. Blessing him with his romantic and quixotic
nature. Giving him the overwhelming need to nurture and care for
others while neglecting his own emotional needs. It fills his life
with light, hope and laughter, making him the most loyal lover and
friend.

She’s not entirely sure which side of the
coin rules his sense of humor or his sexual nature, although at
times they both seem to be heavily rooted on the dark side. She
smiles. He has most certainly met his match in her on both
accounts.

Ethan straightens and then flattens his tie.
Dark turquoise against the crisp white shirt and the charcoal vest
of his suit. Perfection. “Olivia?”

“Huh?” She was lost in deep thought.

Ethan smirks. “I said… you’re giving me that
look again. Should I bother doing up my belt?”

She gives it some serious thought. That
feeling in her belly starts to squeeze tightly again, waking up the
butterflies and sending delicious little pulses of heat through her
body. Walking over to where he’s standing she presses up against
him, lifting her arms and wrapping them around his neck. His hands
come up to her hips and hold her, making her smile playfully. “I
can’t decide if you’re hotter when you’re completely naked or when
you’re completely dressed.” Her eyes skirt down the length of his
body, taking a good long appreciative look.