LOGINWhen Bianca made it back home, it was already lunchtime. She felt bone tired, and there was an ache in the small of her back, she realised belatedly. But she bent and picked up little Cian, who was babbling in joy when he saw her.“You’re getting to be a little fatty,” she giggled as she kissed his pert nose. Her delighted son threw his arms around her neck and began to make a string of sentences.Bianca carried him inside, listening to the jumbled, barely intelligible words, but she hugged him to her chest.Soon, she knew, it would be difficult to carry him around, for Cian was no lightweight, and she was also beginning to feel the baby growing in her belly.With a tired sigh, she settled down on the kitchen stool, settling Cian on her lap.Sylvie looked around from where she had been adding the final touches to another of her trademark recipes.Today, thought Bianca sniffing in appreciation, it had to be…She looked at Syl, who was watching her expectantly, as Bianca began expectant
O’Grady and St Just had jumped into the rescue operations launched to find and rescue Proserpina Delano.Using their networking contacts, the two Masters did all they could to scramble and get more information. But they knew that they were racing against time.*Bianca left them to their devices and slipped out of the apartment at mid-morning.St Just grabbed her and kissed her hard even as O’Grady reached for her, nuzzling her neck, his hands squeezing her breasts.“Irish…” she protested throatily, for she was already getting aroused.St Just smiled slightly.“Pet, we’re off. take care.”And he kissed her nose gently. She dimpled, her hands on his jacket. Not to be outdone, the Irishman growled,“Be good, lassie.”She chuckled, a devilish chuckle that left the Masters wondering what Bianca Cruz was planning to do once they were out the door. Unfortunately, they had no time to quiz her, for Claude’s voice boomed over O’Grady’s phone,“get your f*aking as*es over here, lads.”With a qu
The Masters, their bodies cooling rapidly, stared at each other.Taken completely by surprise.“I said NO!” said Bianca more forcefully, looking from one uncomprehending face to the other in fury.Her expression seemed to suggest that they were thoroughly dense.Pouting angrily, she rose to walk into the dressing room adjoining the luxurious bathroom. She tugged on her maroon bathrobe forcefully as she entered, almost dry now, for she had been sitting in the heated pool room for quite a while now.With an unladylike oath, Bainca sank down hard on the dressing stool, facing the mirror as she began to dry her long chesnut coloured hair. The Pet’s eyes were flashing, smouldering with rage.Didn’t those lumbering idiots know anything? she asked herself crossly.Called themselves Mafia Dons. They simply could not see the woods for the trees!Angrily, static sparking, Bianca’s brush whipped across her cascading curls, and she was oblivious of the pain as she glared at her reflection furious
She was still coming down from whatever heaven her lover, O’Grady had taken her to, when she felt St Just move. Pressing against her back, his manhood was hard, rock hard, she thought with a dimpled sigh, as he moved to place her forward so that she was kneeling in the warm water, gripping the rim of the tub for further leverage.She smiled as O’grady helped her into the position, saying huskily, as she kissed his mouth lingeringly,“Irish, I’m perfectly capable of getting down on my hands and knees, you know!”Even in the midst of his lust, he responded to her teasing banter and chuckled hoarsely and kissed her, holding her hair away from her face as he growled,“Ah, saucy lass, she needs to be punished, Saint.”His brother, his face flushed with desire, did not say a word. In fact, Finn St Just had no ability to speak at the moment. The sight of his brother pleasuring himself and their Pet, right in front of him, as he held Bianca in his arms, was so much of an aphrodisiac for him,
When O’Grady and St Just drove up to their apartments, they were astonished to find Bianca waiting for them. Dressed in her pyjamas with the flying elephant prints, a gift from Jamie Delano, she yawned hugely as she came to them, once Barry’s men had opened the door.The Masters pulled her into their arms.“Ah, lass…” sighed O’Grady, who had got to her first, as he buried his face in her neck, loving her fragrance of her sleepy body, with the faint aroma of his son’s milk lingering on her skin. St Just pulled her to his body, a hand on her slight belly as he said, tenderly,“How’s our little Baby Momma?” Bianca dimpled up at him, her arms going around his neck as she drew him in for a deep kiss, long and slow. O’Grady made a grunt and not to leave him behind, Bainca wrapped him in her embrace and murmured against his stubbled cheek,“Mmmm…you smell like a hospital, Irish!”He pretended to be annoyed as he scooped her up in his arms and St Just cried out warningly,“Hey O’Grady, she’s
Little Gabriel lay small and still against the crisp white sheets, his skin pale as the snow that had almost claimed him. The faint hum of machines filled the hospital room.It was a soft, rhythmic beeping that was both comforting and terrifying in its steadiness.Liam O’ Grady had been the one to find him. Gabe had been found hours after he’d gone missing, half-buried in the drifts by a search team, his clothes frozen stiff, his lips blue, and his tiny hands curled into fists of ice. Now, under the harsh fluorescent lights, the warmth of the room seemed too bright, too artificial, as if the world was still unsure whether it would keep him.A nurse moved quietly around the bed, checking the monitors, adjusting the IV line that dripped slowly into his arm. His blonde hair, damp and tangled, stuck to his forehead, and when he breathed, it came shallow and ragged, misting faintly against the oxygen mask.Outside the window, snow still fell, thick and silent, coating the hospital courtya







