Four
Jerick
Me mind has been nonstop thinking about that lass. I watch her walk towards her work, and the only thing I can focus on is her arse as it sways from side to side. Before she disappears behind the glass door, she looks over her shoulder at me. I lean against me car and wink at her. The blush creeps across her cheeks, and I can’t help but grin.
She doesn’t know that I’ve been watching her since that night. I can’t help it. I feel this intense need to make sure nothing else happens to her. I’ve yet to find the fecker who hurt her, but I won’t give up me search until I find the bastard. He won’t live after that. Her face may be healed, but she’s now skittish. And although she has no reason to trust me, she does.
It’s almost like she lets her guard down with me. That angel trusts me enough to let me touch her even after what she went through.
Pushing off me car, I walk around to the driver’s side to get in. Before I can take off, me phone starts to ring in me pocket. Pulling it out, I see Niall’s name on the screen. “Aye,” I answer.
“Yer Da wants me to go with ye on the collections this week.” I run me hand over me face. I don’t get why me Da wants Niall to go with me other than to make sure I’m doing me job. Feckers.
“Aye. When ye wanting to go?” I ask. Me accent gets stronger when I’m angry and all the boyo’s know.
“Tonight,” he states. “Ye know I don’t want to do this to ye, but I got no choice.”
I blow out a breath and put me car in drive. “I know. Yer just following orders,” I grunt out. I’m sure he’s running his hand through his hair right now. It’s his tell. He does that when he’s nervous about something.
“Aye. I’ll pick ye up at six?” He finally asks.
“Aye. See ye then.” I hang up and toss me phone into the passenger seat. After ten years, ye think me Da would trust me to do me job. At twenty-eight, I feel like I have enough experience that I don’t need a fecking babysitter.
By the time I make it home, I’m tired and ready fer bed. Being up all night has its disadvantages, but I wanted to make sure I saw her again. I wanted to make sure she had a phone because I want to be able to talk to her. When I picked up the phone, I asked the guy at the store what one would be good fer a lass, and he pointed that one out. I got her all the data she would need as well as a case to protect it.
Walking through me apartment, I make me way straight to the bedroom and strip out of the duds I’m wearing. Slipping between the sheets in a pair of black boxer briefs, I put me phone on the charger and roll over to me back. As soon as me eyes close, I hear me phone beep with a new message.
Stana: Jerick, this is too much. I can’t accept this.
Ignoring her plea fer me to take back the phone, I type her out a quick message.
Me: No Stana. It’s not too much. I want to make sure you’re safe. Let me.
Her reply is slow, but I don’t mind. I like knowing that she’s using the phone I bought fer her.
Stana: It’s too much. It’s hard to figure this thing out. Let me repay you at least.
Grinning to meself, I shake my head. There is no way I’ll let her pay fer anything as long as she is under me protection. I will make sure she is treated like the princess she is.
Me: Banphrionsa, you will not repay me. I want to do this for you.
Stana: What does that mean?
Me: Princess.
I set me phone back down next to me head and close me eyes. The exhaustion is kicking in, and I’m not sure how much longer I’ll stay awake. Before I fall asleep completely, I hear me phone beep with another message that I’ll have to check when I wake up again.
Five hours later, I’m startled awake. Grabbing me gun, I point it towards the door and wait. When the door slowly opens, I see me Da standing in the doorway. “What the feck?” I groan out, setting the gun on the bed next to me.
“Yer distracted lately,” he states. It’s true. All me thoughts have been on Stana and making sure that I’m around when she’s alone. Me job hasn’t suffered through, so I don’t know what the visit is fer. “Yer head is out of the game. Is it a lass?” His tone is dangerous, and he sounds almost jealous.
“No,” I respond, just as me phone dings with a message. I look down at the screen and see her name on it.
Stana: I get off in an hour and don’t have a ride.
I frown at the screen, and he knows I’m lying. “Who is the lass?” He asks.
“She’s nobody,” I state. I don’t want her to get messed up in me life. She isn’t from the family or any friendlies, so I know that it will be rough to be accepted by me Da. He doesn’t like outsiders to know anything about us.
“Bring yer lass to dinner.” He doesn’t give me an option.
“Da, we aren’t even dating. I just met the lass.” He eyes me fer a few seconds before he drops it.
“Fine. If ye get serious, we must meet the lass. No exceptions.” He turns to walk away, but stops and turns back to me. “She part of the fold?” I stay quiet, and he shakes his head at me. “Ye know the consequences,” he bites out. I shrug me shoulders. He can threaten me all he wants, but it won’t change me mind about her.
“Da, no offense, but I’ll date who I want. Ye may be the boss of the family, but ye don’t run me love life. She won’t be a distraction.” One thing I know about me Da is that he doesn’t like distractions. I need to get me head on straight, and now that she has a phone, I can focus more. I won’t have to watch her every move.
“Jerick don’t fecking tempt me. Ye me boyo don’t get to make the rules. Get yer head on straight and cut the lass loose.” He walks out the door without so much as another word. I grab me phone and send her a message back.
Me: I’ll be there to pick ye up Banphrionsa
Tossing me phone on the bed next to me, I lay back against the pillows and close me eyes. At least I’ll get to see her soon.
When I finally pull me arse out of bed, I make me way to the bathroom and start the shower. As the water heats up, I think about the lass that has stolen every free minute of me head. I don’t know how she’s gotten so stuck in me head, but I’m glad she has.
Stripping out of me boxer briefs, I get in the shower and shut the curtain. As the water rains down on me, me mind instantly thinks about the sexy legs she has and what I would do if I was between them. Me dick hardens, and I run me hand over me length. I imagine that it’s her hand that is stroking me, taking me closer and closer to the edge. It doesn’t take me long to come. Me whole body was begging fer it. I need to get her off me mind somehow.
Maybe shagging her will get this hold off of me. I need to get past her and soon. I can’t let this shit affect me job and family.
Once I’m done showering, I shut the water off and make me way out of the tub to dry meself off. Walking butt naked into me room, I go straight to the closet to grab a pair of jeans and pull them on. Finding a button up, I throw it on and make me way to the dresser to finish getting ready.
Once I’m ready, I make me way out to me car and take off towards her work. As soon as I pull into the parking lot, I see her open the door. She looks around a little before she finds me car. Getting out, I walk around the car and meet her in front of it.
“Banphrionsa,” I murmur, grabbing her hand and pulling her into me. Her breath catches, and she looks up at me with a smile.
“Hi,” she whispers. I lean forward and press me mouth against hers. “I hope I didn’t interrupt something important.”
“No. I was just at me gaff. Nothing important.” Me hand runs up and down her back as her hands rest on me stomach.
“Gaff?” Her pronunciation of the word is way off, but it’s cute that she’s even trying to say the word.
“Home.” I smile at her, and she blushes. “Come on let me take to yer gaff.” She nods her head, and I kiss her once more before I walk her over to the passenger side and help her in. Talking off, I drive us to her gaff and pull into a free parking space.
As we make our way up the four flights of stairs, I can see her looking at me every few seconds. When we get to the door, I can’t hold back any longer. Grabbing her around the waist, I pull her body to mine and then press her up against her door. Kissing her lips, I press me hips into hers and pin her to the door. Her soft moan turns me on, and I don't know how much more I can take. I want her so damn bad.
A throat clears behind us, and she giggles against me lips. I grab her doorknob and turn it, but we don't budge. She starts to laugh more and pulls her keys out of her purse. She hands them to me, and I quickly unlock the door, pushing her inside. Slamming the door shut behind us, I walk her backward until we hit the back of the couch.
Lifting her up, I set her on the back of the couch and press me lips against her neck and kiss me way down towards the little cleavage she has showing. She reminds me of a good girl until I get me hands on her.
My hands trail down her sides, and I slide them under her sweater. Grabbing the bottom of her sweater, I pull it up and over her head, tossing it on the ground behind me. I don't care about taking it slow right now. The only thing that is running through me brain right now is getting her out of her knickers and shagging her. Feck, what I wouldn't do to get her on me dick.
Just as I start to undo her bra, me phone starts to ring. Groaning, I drop me forehead against hers. She’s panting, and her eyes are closed. Reaching into me pocket, I pull out me phone and look down at the screen. Feck. It’s Niall. Hitting the answer button, I put the phone against me ear and wait fer him to say something.
“Where ye at boyo?” His words piss me off, and I bite back the response that is on the tip of me tongue.
“I’m a little busy,” I bite out. “What the feck do ye need?” Looking down at the angel in front of me, me body tenses as I wait fer his answer.
“We are to be doing collections, or did ye forget?” I curse under my breath and close me eyes. Pulling the phone away from me ear, I see that it’s almost six. Feck me. Time fecking flew by, and I already need to head out.
“Aye, I’ll be there in a minute,” I growl in the phone. I’m fecking pissed that I won’t be getting to see what else is under these baggy clothes. Ever since the attack, I’ve noticed her new duds. No longer does she wear the leggings and fitted sweaters.
Hanging up, I pocket me phone and sigh. Our foreheads are still touching, but she doesn't say anything. Her breathing is still a little erratic, and I love that. “I’m sorry,” I murmur, kissing her forehead. “I’ve got to go.” She slowly nods her head against mine, but she doesn't say a word. “I’ll text ye later,” I state before I pull her mouth up to mine and kiss her deeply.
She doesn't move to put her sweater back on, but she does watch me make me way to the door. “Be careful.” Her voice is strained, almost like she doesn't know why she is even saying the words.
“I will.” I open the door and walk through the doorway, shutting the door between us.