Taking the Bait by C. M. Steele

her father to wear. He refused to leave the hospital as Moira lay in a coma. I never wanted to be in his place. I would look at Regan and pray that I was taken first when we grew old.
    Lord, I’m dealing with more fucked up people than me, I thought as Declan and Regan were bickering about how Flanagan and his daughter should be dealt with. Neither of them knew it, but I wasn’t going to let either of them leave Ireland until Flanagan was gone.
    Regan thought that if she gave me that sweet look I would somehow be mush in her hands. My mother had been teaching her well. She was trying to pull one over on me every chance she could. Mostly her antics had to do with me getting better, so I let her win. The sooner I was better, the sooner we were married and the sooner I could end Flanagan.
    “Amore, I’m tired of this conversation. You need to quit it already. There is no way that I’m going to let you do something that stupid.” I turned to my mother and asked, “Mama would Papa let you go chasing after a killer?”
    “No. Regan, he is right. Leave it to the men.”
    I gave my mother a wink and a nod to thank her for setting Regan straight. She didn’t care for being overruled, but wouldn’t dare refute my mother.
    “Amore, it’s getting late. Let’s go to bed,” I said.
    “Goodnight, mio figlio.”
    “Goodnight, Mama. Dec, don’t think this shit doesn’t apply to you too. Flanagan is mine to deal with.” I gave that bastard a dirty look and I walked away with some tenderness, but the pain was mostly gone.
    Regan was by my side—always. I didn’t know if it was because of the fact that we almost ended our relationship or the fact that we could have died, but either way we were always together. If one of us left the room, the other was soon to follow. All I knew was that we couldn’t stand to be away from each other.
    The wedding ceremony was going to take place the following day because I wanted her to take my name already. This time she readily agreed. It was great because since the moment I met her, my patience was missing in action.
    We just closed the bedroom door when she asked, “Dante, when can we…you know?” She was cute when she was shy as fuck, especially when she talked about sex.
    “Baby, don’t ever be ashamed to tell me you want me. I have no problem with it, ever. The doctors told me to avoid strenuous activity for another three weeks, but I am taking you tomorrow night.”
    “Okay,” she said with a big grin. I was feeling horny all the time then she had to go and get all sweet and shy on me. Now, all I can think about is tossing her little ass on the bed and feeling her sweet pussy swallow my cock, but I really needed to take it easy.
    Getting shot on your side wasn’t a nice feeling at all. My movements were limited and painful, but I was still going to own her on our wedding night. It was a rite of passage to fuck your wife into a blissful slumber on your wedding night and I was taking it.
    “Amore, let’s get some rest. Tomorrow’s a big day.”
    “If I must. You know, lying next to you isn’t easy.”
    “Tell me about it. I wake up ready to pin you to the bed and fuck you until we fall back asleep.”
    “Why do you have to say such things? I don’t know why I wear panties anymore.”
    “Me either. Frankly I like you buck ass-naked.”
    “Then I’ll keep my clothes on for one more night.”
    “Damn right, you will. It’s hard enough to break walls already. If you keep it up, you won’t be getting out of bed for a week.”
    She just giggled. I was fucking serious. She ached, but it wasn’t as bad as it was for me. Blue balls are not a laughing matter. I wanted teach her a lesson for teasing me. That shit wasn’t funny. If she kept it up, I’d have her on her knees, easing my ache.
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    I couldn’t believe this was happening. Dante Franchetti and I were getting married at my ex-boyfriend’s home just a week after we’d broken up. Declan and I had always