The Spare Whelan (Whelan Brothers)

“Bella?” I whisper in her ear, thinking gently is the best way to wake her.

“Mmm,” she moans in her sleep and the trashing stops. “Kiernan,” she mumbles.

“Yeah, baby. It’s me,” I say.

“Love you,” she murmurs and my heart stops. Fuck. I want her to be conscious enough to remember the first time she tells me she loves me, so I am not going to bring that up.

“Wake up,” I say kissing her shoulder. She gasps causing me to look up at her face. Her eyes pop open and she looks around the room frantically. I left the bedside lamp on in case she needed to find the loo.

“Kiernan?”

“Yeah baby?”

“I had the awfulest dream. I dreamt I was in me own bed, alone as if I didn’t even meet ya,” she says sleepily. She looks adorable with her rosy and pillow creased cheeks.

“Sounds more like a nightmare, Bella. Good thing I’m right here.”

“Yeah. Good thing,” she says kissing me again. Damn, my dick roars back to life. She reaches between us and strokes it. “I’m ready for more.”

“Feck,” I curse, closing my eyes. Her little hands feel like heaven. After untangling the blanket from her waist, she spreads her legs for me. Moving between her parted thighs, I slide into her again. She feels even tighter than before somehow. She’s wet and ready for me. I don’t know how long I can hold on this time. Moving together as one, I thrust my hips and she meets me stroke for ever-loving stroke.

“Kiernan, please. More. Harder. Give it all to me.”

“Come for me, Bella” I demand pumping my hips even faster, giving her what she asked for.

“Oh God,” she cries over and over again. Her breath hitches a little when she comes. Her pussy is squeezing my dick like crazy.

“Take my seed, Bella. I’m gonna put my baby in you tonight if it’s the last fecking thing I ever do.”

“Do it. Give me your baby,” she demands, holding onto my shoulders with her hands and my waist with her thighs.

I really don’t know how I got so lucky but I’m not going to ask questions.

In the morning, I wake up and find my bed empty. Not really sure what to think, I get out of bed and straight into the shower. The pub is going to need a deep clean today, but we aren’t opening today so there’s no rush, but I do want to do my fair share. After getting dressed, I head downstairs, I find Bella, dressed in tight black workout pants and a long grey jumper and bright pink sneakers. Her long hair is pulled on top of her head in a messy bun. She’s talking to Fin and another girl.

“Good morning, ladies,” I say before kissing Bella square on the mouth. “Fin.” I nod to her and turn to the last girl. “And you, I don’t know.”

“Cait Shepherd, I, uh, belong to Gareth,” the girl says, turning bright red.

“Really? Well, I’m Kiernan, his cousin. It’s nice to meet you,” I say covering my shock.

“Nice to meet you too,” she says.

“I’m surprised you didn’t come down earlier,” Bella says.

“What do you mean?”

“I came down when I heard shouting this morning. Gareth and Fin got into a little argument this morning, but all is well now.”

“Sounds about right,” I say. I love Gareth, but he can be an arsehole of the highest caliber.

“Did you go home?”

“I did. I literally live just down the street. I’ve already gone for my run and everything. When I got back, I found the girls here and they plied me with coffee.”

“Nice,” I reply.

“Do you have to work today?”

“No, the pub isn’t doing food tonight, but I have a delivery around four-thirty. You?”

“Nope, I’m off for the next two days,” she says to my delight.

“Very good,” I say. “Well, if you’ll excuse us ladies,” I say, taking Bella’s hand, leading her away

“Okay, I guess we’re going now. Slán agat,” she says waving at them and giggling.

Back in my apartment, I’m on her before I get the door closed. With her back to the door, I kiss her hard before moving to her neck.

“Marry me, anam cara. Marry. Me,” I whisper in ear before kissing her neck. Her breath hitches.

“Yes,” she moans.

“Tomorrow.”

“Yes.”

“I fecking love you, and I don’t care how crazy it is,” he tells me.

“I love you too,” I reply knowing the magic of Ireland is all around us. Love and magic go hand in hand if you ask me.

“Well, Mrs. Whelan, what do you want to do now?”

“You,” she says, giggling. She pulls back from me. I watch in awe as she takes her jumper off followed by the strappy tank top, baring her breasts to me. I peel her pants down her legs. She’s not wearing any panties.

“You’re going to be the death of me,” I say chuckling.