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The past two months since first meeting Maeve Kelly had been a lesson in patience, humility, and shame. I’d spent it watching my mother get better and better. On the second trip to see Maeve, my mam had insisted I stay at home. She chided me for being an unbearable asshole. There was nothing I could say to that. It was true. I had to eat my words and accept Maeve was the real deal, an actual bean leighis.
I’d tried every way I knew to get Maeve to accept my apology and go out with me. She kept saying no. She wouldn’t speak to me over the phone or in person unless it was something about my mam. The flowers I sent were returned to the florist along with a variety of other gifts I’d sent her. When they couldn’t be returned, I found out she gave them away or donated them. That included the expensive jewelry I’d sent. My brothers and my mam found it hilarious.
Nothing held my interest other than her. I knew if I didn’t find a way into her heart, body, soul, and mind, I would never have the woman I knew was my anamchara. In an effort to get my mind off her, I was out tonight with several of my friends. We were having dinner, then going to a club. I was pissed and sexually frustrated. I hadn’t touched a woman since I laid eyes on Maeve. Maybe she was a cailleach, a witch.
As I got into the car, I angrily decided that my pursuit of her had gone on long enough. I was going to forget about her and find someone I could spend a few satisfying hours with. Maeve Kelly wasn’t my one and only. I’d been mistaken.
Two hours later, I thought I might be well on my way to making that true. Dinner had been great, and we were now at one of the clubs we owned. There were several likely candidates flirting with me and my friends. They had come over to join us and we were drinking and having a good time.
I’d just taken a drink of my whiskey when Brian leaned over and whispered to me, “So, you’re serious about forgetting about Ms. Kelly?”
“Hell yeah, screw her. I don’t give a shit about her or her stuck-up self,” I snarled.
He grinned. “Then it won’t bother you in the least that she’s on the dance floor with some other man, then will it?”
I almost gave myself whiplash swinging around to look. It didn’t take me long to spot her. She was dancing, and a man was up there with his hands on her waist, swaying to the music. I saw red as anger washed through me. Who gave him permission to touch what was mine? I was up out of my chair and halfway to them before I knew I’d even moved. Her eyes widened when she saw me come up behind him. I grabbed his arm and swung him around to face me.
“If you know what’s good for you, you’ll leave and never let me catch you near her again. If I do, you’re dead,” I snarled.
His face turned ashen and he trembled as he stumbled back. Maeve glared at me with her hands on her hips. I could tell she was about to blast me. I didn’t give her a chance. Instead, I bent down and hoisted her over my shoulder. As she yelled and beat on my back, I walked off the dance floor.
Ignoring the stares and whispers of the crowd, I took her to my private office. Enough was enough. She needed to know she was mine and nothing was going to change that. And any man trying to claim her would end up dead.
“Put me down, you Neanderthal! You have no right to do this,” she yelled.
I smacked her ass, making her yelp in surprise. “I have every right, mo ghrá, my love. Another man was touching you. That will never be tolerated,” I growled as I locked the door to my office behind us.
This was my hidden sanctuary at the club. I could watch what was happening down on the floor or take a nap in the bedroom off it. Tonight, that bed would be holding the two of us. It was time to stop playing around and prove to her that she was mine and I was hers. My stupid idea to forget about her was thrown out the window.
I’d never felt anything close to this burning need to know everything about a woman. To know what she liked, loved, and hated. What did she want in life? How could I give it to her? I might not believe in a lot of things, but I was finding that the “knowing” my daid, dad, had told me about all my life was real. I sat her on her feet by the bed. She looked around and sucked in a breath.
“Let me out of here, or I swear, I’ll scream this place down. You don’t own me, Patrick O’Sheeran. You may be a badass here, but I won’t be used or shamed by you or any man,” she told me angrily.
I cupped her face in my hand. Her eyes met mine. I think she was startled that I was gentle. “The last thing I want to do is use or shame you, Maeve. I’ve been trying to show you and tell you for two months that I want you. Not for a night, a week, or even a few months. I want you forever. I’ve found what my parents swore existed, mo ghrá amháin fíor, my one true love. What can I do to get you to forgive me? I’m sorry for my assumptions when we met. I let past experiences with so-called healers affect my judgment.”
Her mouth fell open and her eyes widened as she stared at me. I could tell she didn’t know what to say. I waited. The next move was hers. As much as it would kill me, if she told me she had no interest in me, I’d have to walk away and face a future that would only be a half-life at best.
Maeve
I didn’t know what to say or do. Patrick was staring at me. Everything in his voice and manner screamed at me that he was nothing but sincere. I’d fought hard for the last two months not to give in to his attempts to get in my good graces. I’d been angry at his dismissal of my healing abilities and his attempts to get me in bed. Never had I thought he wanted me forever. Men like him didn’t go for women like me. I didn’t have money or fame. While I knew I was attractive, I wasn’t a beauty queen or a model.
As I stared back at him, I saw what looked like absolute honesty in his eyes. I took a deep breath and stepped off the figurative cliff. I sent up a prayer that I wasn’t making the worst mistake of my life. I reached up and placed my hand behind his neck to pull him down to me. Right before my lips met his, I whispered, “I’m yours. Don’t make me regret this, or I’ll turn you into a toad.”
Laughter burst from him, then he moaned as his mouth consumed mine. I’d never had a kiss like this. His tongue and teeth took over my mouth, as his hands gripped me flush against him, and he ran them up and down my body. I could feel his hard cock digging into my stomach. There was movement, then my back met the bed. He broke our kiss.
“Leanbh, baby, I need you. Tell me to stop now, or I’m not going to be able to,” he groaned.
“Don’t stop,” I pleaded.
Eager and slightly shaky hands tugged my top up, then off. He stared at my bra-covered breasts for several moments before he took that off, too. His hands cupped my aching breasts as his thumbs stroked back and forth over my nipples, making them rock hard. My breath hitched when he lowered his head and sucked one into his mouth. I clutched him closer as he sucked and nibbled on my nipple and his other hand kneaded the other one.
Bolts of fire raced through my body and all of them were centering in my pussy. I was wet and aching. I’d had sex before, but I’d never been this aroused, even during the main event. I usually had a better release when I gave it to myself. I had a feeling that tonight was about to change that.
Patrick let go of my breasts, breaking my trance. I watched as he stood up straight, then tore off his shirt. He revealed a broad, muscular chest covered in fine dark hair that tapered to a thin trail which disappeared under the waistband of his pants. As soon as he took off his shirt, he kicked off his shoes and undid his belt. He peeled off his pants along with his underwear. He stood up after removing everything and my mouth went dry. His more-than-impressive cock was standing up proud and was begging me to touch it.
He was long and thick, and the faintest shine to the head told me he was very aroused. I licked my lips in anticipation of having all that in my mouth and then my pussy. I squeezed my thighs together to help with the ache. I’d never looked at a man and wanted him like I did Patrick.
“Don’t look at me like that and expect me to control myself, Maeve. I want you more than any woman I’ve ever met.”
