“Thanks, wee sister. I can’t wait for you to meet her. I’ll bring her back to meet you,” I promised.
“Aye, you better. She sounds lovely. And if she’s willing to take your sorry arse back, then she must be one hell of a woman. What does Mam think of her?”
“Ach, she loves her. She thinks I’m a fecking eejit too. Which I am,” I laughed. “But let’s talk about you, Caity. This was a pretty scary ordeal.”
She hung her head, sniffling back tears. “I know. I just…I don’t know how to get over losing Da. I know I was young, but Christ, I loved that man. But I didn’t know how to grieve, you know? So I did everything I could to numb the pain or forget about it entirely. I made every bad decision in the book.”
I reached for her hand and gave it a gentle squeeze. “I wish you would have talked to me more about it. Hell, I probably should have forced you to.”
Caity barked out a laugh. “I would have fought you tooth and nail. The last thing I wanted was my big brother to call me on my shite. But in hindsight, I probably wouldn’t be in this mess if I’d just swallowed my pride.”
“You know I’m always here for you, right?” I asked. “From now on, promise me that when you’re feeling lost, you’ll call me. You’re not alone in your grief, Caity Bug.”
Tears filled her eyes. “You always seem so sound, Eamon.Like nothing can hurt you.”
“That’s because I’m an eejit that buries his feelings deep down in his gut and does stupid shite, like sending the love of his life packing,” I chuckled but sobered quickly. “I wish I could show you the mess my head was in when Mam called to tell me you were in the hospital. I was an absolute wreck. I know we haven’t been close over the last years, but Christ, Caity. You’re my wee, baby sister and I love you. Always have, always will.”
“I love you too, big brother,” she sniffled.
I pull into Norah’s driveway, putting the car in park, and turning to face her.
“We spent the rest of the day catching up. It was like we built a bridge over the gap that’s been between us for so long. I’m so proud of her Norah. Not only is she determined to put her all into occupational and physical therapy, but she’s found a counselor and is talking about going to rehab.”
“That’s amazing!” Norah grins. “I’m excited to hear about her progress. Sometimes it takes a significant setback to propel us forward towards a better future.”
I reach across the console to take her hand. The hand with my ring on it. Mam was right. It looks perfect on her. I run my thumb over the emerald before bringing her hand to my lips.
“Aye. No more setbacks for us, Acushla,” I tell her. “I’m ready for that better future with you.”
“Me too,” she agrees. “Now let’s go inside so I can welcome you home properly.”
We race from the car to the door, struggling to get the key in the lock. It doesn’t help that I’m gripping her waist and banding her neck with open-mouthed kisses. The door barely clicks shut before I whirl her around and back her up against it. I press my chest into hers and trail a finger down between her breasts to hook a finger through her belt loop and yank her hips forward. She grabs the hem of my shirt, breaking the kiss long enoughto rip it over my head and toss it on the floor. Her hands roam over my shoulders and coast down my chest to the top of my jeans. She manages to unbutton them, but I grab her hands and pin them above her head.
“Not yet, beautiful,” I growl against her mouth. “I haven’t had a chance to take anything off of you yet.”
“Then hurry up, Kennedy. I’m not getting any younger,” she challenges, eyes bright with need.
I release her hands immediately and don’t waste another second ridding her of her sweater and bra. I cup her breasts firmly and graze my thumbs over her nipples, making her groan.
“God, I’ve missed you. I’m never letting you go again,” I murmur against her shoulder.
“Eamon, please,” she begs, fumbling with the button on my jeans again.
I bite down on her neck hard enough to elicit another loud groan from her before ducking down to lave her breasts with my tongue. I give each one an equal amount of attention while I pop the button on her jeans and push them over her luscious hips. Dropping to my knees, I grovel by gripping her thighs, trailing kisses over her stomach, and swirling my tongue around her belly button. She’s panting and digging her fingers into my hair, urging me lower. I willingly oblige, hooking my fingers around the edge of her underwear and sliding them down to her ankles. I nudge her legs further apart, so I can kiss my way up her inner thigh. She growls in frustration when I skip over where she wants me in favor of her other leg.
“I’m dying here,” Norah whines. “I need you inside me.”
I chuckle before seizing her hips and burying my face between her legs. I flatten my tongue and lick her slowly, applying extra pressure.
“Oh god,” she groans. “Keep doing that.”
I don’t stop as she writhes against my mouth, legs quivering around my head. I keep a steady pace until she cries out my name, coming all over my mouth. Rising swiftly, I kiss her hard, swirling my tongue inside her mouth so she can taste how delicious she is. She whimpers as I scoop her into my arms, carrying her to the bedroom where I lay her gently out on the bed.
“I’ll never get tired of hearing you call out my name like that. I’ll neverget tired of loving you like this,” I say softly, hovering over her, arms braced on either side of her head.
Norah gazes up at me, “I love you.”
I dip my mouth to hers once again, kissing her like I did at O’Nelly’s. Claiming her forever. She wraps her legs around my waist, tightening them to force me closer, so without breaking our kiss, I position my cock at her entrance and slowly push inside, groaning at the sensation. I begin rocking into her, pulling out most of the way before plunging deeply back in, burying myself to the hilt. I planned on loving her slowly, savoring every second of our reunion, but the noises coming from her mouth snap my control. I fuck her harder and faster until I feel her clamp around me. That’s all it takes and we’re both careening over the edge together, crying out incoherent words. As we lay there panting, wrapped in each other’s arms, Norah runs her fingers through my hair, scraping her nails over my scalp, trailing them down my spine and back up again. I rest my forehead against hers and kiss her softly.
