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Omens (The Triad 3)

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MOTSHAN

Niamh met me around the corner where we had left the car.

“How’d she take the news?” he asked when I was seated in the passenger seat and he was driving us down the road, back towards the mansion outside the city.

“You mean the blackmail we’re holding over her head?” I asked him, the anxiety from the meeting making my fuse much shorter than it normally was.

“Whatever you want to call it, Mots,” he said, reaching his hand over to rest on my thigh. “How did she take it?”

“Well,” I said, reluctantly taking his hand in my own, knowing I needed the extra bit of support in the moment. “She’s going to help us. She might not be too happy that I’m keeping something so big from her, but she knows I need some sort of insurance to make sure she and her boys actually follow through.”

“We need her,” he said. “There’s no getting around it. Once those that say they support us now see that we have her on our side, they’ll know they can really trust us.”

“She’s going to let us know after she talks to the guys,” I told him, directing my attention back out of the window, watching the high-rise buildings turn into row houses and those turn into manor homes. “She wants us to all have a meeting to go over specifics and to basically call a truce.”

I looked over and smiled at him.

“She requests your presence.”

“Oh, does she?” he asked, refusing to look over at me.

“I think you made a pretty big impression on her today,” I told him. “She liked how feisty you were, how ready you were to go to bat for me.”

“Mmm” was all he said, his lips going into a thin line.

“You still don’t trust her?” I asked him.

“I don’t know her enough to trust her, Motshan. You grew up with her. You guys were best friends that thought you were cousins, and now you’re brother and sister. You have something tying you both to each other. But I’m on the outside looking in. And all I can think about is how much loyalty she already has to the Triad. Because if I remember correctly, you told me she was standing firmly on their side as you drove off.”

“She was,” I tell him. “But what else was she supposed to do? She thought I had orchestrated a kidnapping and mass murder. You’re blinded by your feelings for me,” I told him. And when he looked over at me to try and deny it, I cut him off.

“You are,” I said again. “I love it. I love that about you. But when it comes to things like this, you’re going to have to put that aside so that I can work with people. You don’t win without taking risks. If you can’t get on board with that, then I can’t be on board with you.”

He looked over at me, his eyes showing his regret.

“Okay, maybe I shouldn’t have been so protective of you at the deli.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t have come to the deli at all,” I said. “Like I requested.”

“Probably,” he admitted, pulling his hand away to shift down as we turned into the family estate. “Six days,” he murmured as he drove us around to the garage at the back of the home.

“Six days,” I repeated. “I don’t want to go back into the fucking house,” I admitted to him as the garage door closed behind us. “I am sick and fucking tired of hiding who I am and who I love.”

“I know,” he said quietly. “But the majority of that family in there is not ready for us yet.”

He leaned over across the middle console, grabbing my face in his hands and kissing me gently. His scruff from not shaving for a few days scratched against my skin as I opened my mouth to him.

My dick immediately took notice. It had been so long since we’d had any length of time alone together, and my cock had definitely noticed the lack of attention.

His tongue swept across mine, and I moved my body towards him, finding his waist with my hands and pulling him in my direction. He took the hint and crawled across the seats, placing his knees on either side of my hips and kissing me again with even more fervor.

I fumbled with his jeans, unbuttoning them with some effort and pushing them down as far as they would go before taking him in my hand. He was hot and heavy, already hard for me.

“Fuck,” he whispered against my mouth as I stroked him from base to tip. His hips moved with my hand as I jerked him off quickly and with purpose. We didn’t have much time, and if I wanted a turn after him, this needed to be quick.

“I’m not going to last long with you working me like that, Motshan,” he whispered against my mouth. His tongue darted inside my mouth, and I swallowed each one of his moans as I continued to stroke him.

I wanted him in my mouth, but we didn’t have the space or time for that.

His hands wandered down my body and grabbed onto my shirt, pulling it up until I was forced to let go of him so that he could pull it off me. He tossed it into the driver’s seat.

“So that I have a place to come,” he said with a smirk on his face before diving back into my mouth as I got to work. I could feel his body tensing as his breathing picked up. My other hand went to his balls and palmed them, rolling them gently as my other hand feverishly worked his dick.

“Come for me, baby,” I begged him as I flicked my wrist with each upward stroke.

“I’m coming,” he said, throwing his head back as my eyes fell to his cock. His balls tensed, and thick white ropes of cum shot all over my bare chest as his orgasm rocked his entire body. He was moaning so loud I thought people outside might hear him.

When he finally came down, he reached over and grabbed my shirt, wiping his cum from my chest before crawling back into the driver’s seat. My cock throbbed as I watched him get on his knees and move his mouth over my stomach. His hands worked quickly to get my pants unbuttoned.



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