Irished (The Invincibles Book 7) by Heather Slade (the top 100 crime novels of all time txt) 📕

be pain, and I wanted to put that behind us and only experience the pleasure.

I pulled away, and she pouted. “But I wanted—”

“There’s something I want more. Tell me where the condoms are. I need to be inside you, Flynn. Deep inside you.”

Her eyes hooded, and she pointed to the doorway. “In the outside pocket of the blue bag.”

I grabbed a handful and tore one open as I made my way into the bedroom. I realized then that the house had no window coverings. Something I didn’t care about but wondered if Flynn would. Selfishly, I didn’t want to tell her, especially when I came back into the bedroom and found her waiting spread wide open with her hand between her legs.

I dropped the remaining condom packets on the floor, rolled one on, and knelt in front of her.

“We have no curtains to close,” I said, looking over my shoulder.

“Paxon, I wouldn’t care if we were out in the open with a hundred people watching us. If you don’t put that inside me right now, I’ll have to take matters into my own hands.”

“It looked like you already were.”

“Quit teasing me,” she half groaned, half shouted.

“We’re going to take this slow. If it hurts too much, just tell me.” I positioned myself at her entrance. My body shook with desire as I eased in. Flynn put her hands on my ass like she had earlier, except this time, I was naked. Before I realized what she had planned, she thrust onto me, holding my ass in place with all her might. “So impatient,” I said, starting to move my hips. “Did that hurt?”

“It’s a distant memory at this point. Just keep doing what you’re doing.”

“Like that?” I asked, alternating between rotating my hips and moving in and out of her drenched heat.

Her eyes met mine, and she held her breath. “It’s happening.” I picked up my pace when she arched her neck and closed her eyes.

“Look at me. Let me see you,” I said, knowing I couldn’t hold back any longer. “I love you, Flynn.”

“I love you, Paxon.”

47

Flynn

After spending five days and nights in Sorcha and Laird’s house by the sea, I asked Paxon to contact them to make sure it was okay that we were still there.

“She wants to talk to you,” he said, handing me the phone.

“Hello?”

“You stay as long as you want, lass. I can hear in your voices how content you both are.”

“Be careful. We might want to stay forever.”

“I wouldn’t mind at all, my dear. You both deserve every happiness.”

“You are too kind, Sorcha.”

“Do you have enough food, Flynn? I could send Laird with another basket if you’d like.”

“Thank you so much, but we’re fine. We’ve even gone into town a couple of times.” Paxon’s phone beeped. “Oh, there’s another call coming in.”

“You best answer. Stay as long at the house as you’d like, and let me know if you need anything.”

I hit the button to end that call and accept the other and handed the phone to Paxon.

He looked at the screen and sat down next to me on the bed. “Hey, Doc.”

I pointed to my chest and out to the other room, but Paxon shook his head.

“I wanted to give you an update on Harris.” I was close enough that I could hear every word.

“Go ahead.”

“After talking it over with Money, we’re moving him down to Santa Barbara County, where he’ll be in a criminal psychiatric facility located not far from my house in Montecito. At this point, it’s impossible to determine whether he’s truly insane, if it’s temporary after what he experienced in the black jail, or if he’s brilliant enough to be playing us. Believing it’s one of the first two, we want to get him the help he needs. It’s self-serving, of course, but still the right thing to do.”

“What about Fisk?”

“Singing like a little canary.”

“I hope Money is getting what we need.”

“It’s over, Irish. If I didn’t believe it, I’d never say it.”

“I hope you’re right.”

“Don’t hope. Believe.”

With those words, Paxon’s eyes met mine.

“I gotta go, Doc. Thanks for the update.”

“Before you hang up, did you read my letter?”

“Crap. Sorry, forgot all about it.”

I could hear him laughing. “Glad to hear it. Enjoy yourself. Tell Flynn to enjoy herself too.”

“Thanks, Doc,” I said.

“Oh, you’re there. Hey, do me a favor and put in a good word for K19, would ya? We’d love to have Paxon on our team.”

“That’s up to him, but if it means we get to come back and visit this sweet little house by the sea, it might work in your favor.”

“Bye, Doc,” said Paxon, ending the call.

“How are you feeling?” I asked.

“Free. Completely, thoroughly free.”

Paxon and I spent a month at Laird and Sorcha’s seaside cottage. We took day trips up and down the coast but ended every night in each other’s arms in the bed where we’d first made love.

“You haven’t said anything about returning to Colorado, and I haven’t wanted to ask, but do you need to?”

I shrugged. “I suppose I should, even though I wish we didn’t have to leave.”

“We don’t. Not until you say you’re ready.”

“Maybe a few more days.” While he showered, I called Cord, like I had once each week.

“We’re doing fine,” he said instead of hello, and I laughed.

“You don’t even miss me?”

“Do you miss us?”

“Not so much.”

He laughed. “You’re making up for all those years you never left. You probably accumulated six months’ vacation time, at least.”

“There’s something I want to talk to you about.”

“Shoot.”

“Paxon and I are getting married.”

“Well, yeehaw!” he shouted. “Flynn’s getting married,” I heard him say. In the background, I could hear my brothers hooting and hollering.

“Would you be upset if we just had a simple ceremony here?”

“I don’t know where here is, but I’ll speak on behalf of all four of us. All we care about is your happiness, Flynn.”

“That’s what I told Paxon.”

“Whenever you decide to come home, we’ll throw a big party.”

“A small party.”

“Whatever.”

“I want to