Children of Vice (Children of Vice #1)(72)

I walked to the front counter, placing my basket on the counter and ringing the bell. I turned back when I heard him walking toward the door, adjusting his neck tie. “When this is over I just might have to get a ring so you can kneel down to kiss it out of gratitude.”

Pushing the door open, he said, “Have a good day, Mr. Callahan.”

“I always do.”

He turned back to me once more before getting inside the town car, the black door closing behind him.

“The moment I heard you were in town I sent Kitty and the girls to my sister’s in Florida.”

“You mean she’s not in the back helping you find the newspaper app?” I replied, turning back around to him as he shuffled in behind the back of the counter.

“Thankfully not. I told them, look, if the Ceann na Conairte is coming here himself, that means some people are going to lose their heads, and I don’t need them in the crosshairs. No, sir.” He chuckled, ringing up the items in the basket. “It’s $41.97.”

“$41.97? You’re killing me, McNardy.”

“Girls, three of them, Callahan, do you know how much tuition costs nowadays? And of course they all got to go to the expensive ones.” He groaned, lifting a thick purse and placing it on the table, sliding it to me.

“I think you mean Ivy League,” I said, opening it to count the cash quickly before pulling out a few twenties and placing them on the counter.

“I mean bloody expensive. Couldn’t one of them have the decency to only care about makeup and boys like everyone else?” he grumbled, giving me change, and I just threw it back into the purse, sliding it back to him.

“Keep it and anything else trickling. Spread it among the boys too. Things will be slow for a while. I’m sure it will help with your girls too.”

He smiled like he’d been resurrected from the dead. “You’re too kind, Callahan.”

“Aren’t I!” I agreed, moving to the doors. “If everyone thought like you I would still be in Chicago, blissfully ignorant to the ridiculously high cost of jelly.”

“I got it from the Amish. Everyone loves that stuff. Can’t get it anywhere but McNardy’s.”

“I’ll let you know, then, if it was worth it.” I stepped back into the light breeze, tossing the bag over my shoulder as I walked back.





IVY


“Oh my God, what is this?” I said, taking a bite of the bagel in front of me, reaching over to get more of the jelly.

“Amish gold, apparently,” he replied, reading through the messages on his phone, lying almost naked, nothing but a towel around his waist, beside me on the bed. He’d come in with breakfast for me before taking a quick shower only a few minutes ago. “Give me some.”

He titled his head to me, and I broke off a piece of the bagel to put in his mouth. Watching as he chewed, I waited for a reaction, but all he did was nod. “Good, but still not worth the price.”

“Shh.” I gasped, putting my hands over the jelly. “It will hear you.”

He finally glanced up at me and then at my hands before snickering. He tossed his phone on the bedside table, sitting up, and grabbed the knife to spread the jelly onto my lips before licking them off with his tongue.

“Now it’s too good for me,” he whispered. His lips, however, hovered over mine as his fingers brought down the small strap of my nightgown until it no longer covered my right breast. Taking the knife and the jelly, he smeared it over my nipple, causing me to jump slightly when the blade touched my skin. Dropping the knife back on the tray, he grabbed my breast tightly, squeezing it before his head dropped down and licked the jelly from my nipple. My mouth parted as I took hold of his hair, closing my eyes, leaning in more to him as he kissed and sucked and bit my nipple and breast.

He kissed and sucked up my chest, to my neck. “Oh…” I moaned, licking my lips. He kissed all the way up to my lips and only broke away to rest his forehead on mine.

“Now it’s priceless,” he whispered, bringing his hand up to stroke my cheek.

“I want it priceless for me too,” I whispered back, undoing his towel, reaching in to stroke his cock, feeling as it got hard and stood proud in my hands.

“Umm….” He closed his eyes and took the very same knife, dipped it in the same jelly and slowly ran it up the length of him, and then once more over the thick vein, begging for me to run my tongue across it, and who was I to deny it. Bending down, I licked him like he was ice cream on my spoon, candy made only for me. I sucked so forcefully on the side of his dick, he cried out, placing his fingers in my hair.

“Ethan, you…you taste so good.” I licked the tip of his cock before taking him into my mouth. My body bent over as I took as much of him into my mouth as I could.

“Fuck…ahh…Ivy…” He hissed.

I smiled. I loved when he lost his composure like this. Lifting my head back up, I licked the tip of him once more and said, “Yes, baby?”

His eyes snapped open, lust shining through. He didn’t say anything. Instead, he reached for my leg and pulled it and me over, lying on his chest…backward.

“I didn’t realize you were as hungry as me…baby,” he said, lying back on the bed, my ass and * completely exposed to him. He gripped my thigh with one hand and used two of his fingers to spread the lips of * for him to eat—