Bianca had been gung ho about attending Roxanne’s party, the celebratory party, where both Van Dyke and Roxanne would finally come together, leaving all their differences of the pat aside.It had been Bianca’s idea to make sure that Van Dyke did not see Roxanne in the ethereal outfit she and Serena had picked out for Roxanne, ashough Van Dyke had put his foot down when it came to footing the huge bill for the expensive designer dress. He had adamantly overruled Bianca’s protests, saying in his usual curt way,“I shall pay for my Baby Doll, Bianca.”And that was the end of that.Bianca herself had been excited to attend. Her Masters had gone on ahead and she had called her buddy Serena, to find out what Van Dyke’s reaction had been when he saw Roxanne in her outfit.“Priceless,” chuckled Serna and Bianca felt pleased.‘He looked like he wanted to whisk her away and ravish her at once!” her friend went on as Bianca began to prepare to leave. Cian had been fed and was drowsy with sleep;
Although she had dozed off after such a fulfilling experience, Bianca awoke with a start; baby Cian was bringing the house down, screaming and throwing a right royal tantrum. Scrabbling to get into her shirt and her shorts, all of which lay scattered on the floor, she leapt over St Just’s supine form and bounded out of the room.Her lovers jumped up as one, for they had also snoozed off fitfully, after they helped to wash her body, their hands lingering as they soaped her, their looks tender.When she bounded the living room, she found Sylvie and Barry trying to calm the little tyke.Bianca giggled as she caught Sylvie’s look, but the couple were as laid back as ever. Barry the Biker leaned back, resting his tattooed arms along the back of the chair as he boomed,“Good for the lungs, a little spot of crying.”Bianca threw him a grin as she lifted him from Sylvie’s arms, and hurried inside to sit by the window, preparing to nurse him.“Greedy little..” she murmured fondly as the baby’
Looking up from her books, Bianca dimpled. Liam O’Grady, his big muscled body visible, for he was clad only in his boxers, strolled about, cooing to his son, who looked up at him, unblinkingly.In his large hands, he held his son, Cian, carefully, like one would handle a piece of fragile glass.“Look,” cried the Mafia Don in obvious excitement, “He knows his Daid!”Bianca did an eye roll. She had told her Masters countless times that the baby could not see them, could only make out shapes and colours, perhaps.But O’Grady swore that when his son looked up at him in that unwavering way, it was because he could SEE his Daidi.He pronounced it in the good old Irish way, stretching out the syllables.They looked adorable, she thought as she discarded her reading glasses and rose, patting her shorts and her large shirt. She had taken to wearing one or the other of her Masters’ shirts.As she declared, so much easier to nurse Cian this way!”And of course, her Masters did not take offence.
By dawn the next day, Bianca had made up her mind. She was unsure about Roxanne’s whereabouts; the young woman might still be in the Delano mansion for all Bianca knew, and she did not want to call Roxanne directly. The thought of accidentally having the gruff, terrifying Mafia Don answer the call, highly unlikely as it was, put her off.What kind of mood could Roxanne be in, wondered Bianca as she paced, her infant on her shoulder as she tried to help the baby bring up a burp.But one thing was certain: a little bit of plain speaking would not hurt.It was barely dawn, and she had crept out of bed, nuzzling O’Grady, who had tried to sit up bleary-eyed, as he sleepily offered to assist her with Cian.“Go back to sleep, Irish,” she had said fondly, and Bianca watched affectionately as with his black head tousled, his jaw dark with stubble, O’Grady had grunted and fallen back onto the bed to resume snoring.Bianca had crept into the large room beside the bedroom, where she sat and fed
Baby Cian was a handful.He expected to be fed continuously to Bianca’s exasperation. And to make matters worse, her masters pressured her to keep doing so. At one point, she stood, her hands on her hips, glowering at them as she snapped,“Let’s get this straight, men, I’m not a milch cow!”O’Grady shot St. Just a perplexed look, and Bianca’s lips twitched. It was as though he had a thought bubble floating above his handsome head, reading,“What’s that?She grinned inside of herself, and O’Grady was behind her in a moment, his hands around her waist as he looked into her eyes and growled,“Ah, lass, when you stand like that, your big t*ts waving about,” Bianca blushed furiously and tried to push him, but he captured her wrists and bent his head, just as St. Just came up behind her and hugged her. She giggled as they ran their hands down her body, and she shuddered. But as though they had some kind of unspoken signal, the men stopped, and O’Grady raised his head, relishing the way her
Bianca was dozing on the large couch, her baby on her chest. Feeding him had become a joyful experience, and she loved the feel of his toothless little gums on her nipples, suckling greedily.Stroking baby Cian’s head of soft brown hair, she mused silently, that her son looked more like Finn St Just than O’Grady. Not that she had the heart to tell him. Liam O’Grady was like a man who had conquered the world and just about every waking moment was spent crooning, kissing and fussing over the infant, till Bianca had hollered at him in exasperation.“Irish, grow up! He’s our baby, not your toy!”Looking suitably chastised, O’Grady had settled down on the bed beside her, kissing her gently. As she stiffened and turned to him warningly, he held up a hand in surrender, the other draped around her waist.“ Ah, lass, doubt your Master, do you?” And when she studied him warily, he shook his hear, no merriment left on his handsome, rakish features as he continued solemnly, “No, Pet. Nothing at