I slurp it all up like it’s the most intoxicating whiskey on the planet, readying the need I feel to burst out of the head of my cock. When Fallon removes the pillow from her face, her cheeks are pink, her limbs are limp, and she is panting wildly.
“Did I earn your forgiveness?” I sit up on my knees and stroke my straining cock.
“Maybe . . .maybe not.”She stretches her arms over her head, elongating that sensuous body.
“I guess I’ll just have to keep trying until I do.” I grab her thigh and drag her down to me. “I’m going to fuck you until you’re incapable of ever getting mad at me again.”
“That sounds like a pretty tall order.”
“I’m a pretty tall Irishman.” I grab her tit and massage it.
“I don’t know what one thing has to do with the other?”
“Oh, you’ll see.” I guide the head of my cock to the entrance of her pussy, ready to light her fucking body up like the Eiffel fucking Tower.
Just before I plunge inside her, the phone rings. . . again.
“Fuck.” Fallon gets distracted, but I try to keep her on track.
“Ignore it, Poppy.” I lie on top of her, nearly slipping my dick inside.
“It’s March.” She pushes me off her, and my balls shrivel. “It’s got to be important.”
“He can wait five minutes,” I plead my case, but she is already reaching to answer it.
“Hello?”
My brain nearly swells two times the size of my skull from the cock block.
“Fallon.” I paw at her as she gets dressed. “What the fuck are you doing?” I grab my aching cock that now has a tortuous heartbeat.
“One sec.” She dots a kiss on my lips, then runs out of the room.
I nearly expire.Is she fucking with me right now?”
I try not to jerk off, wanting to save it all for Fallon. I breathe deeply, nearly meditating.It will all be worth it in the end.I repeat the mantra until Fallon returns to the room.
“I have to go.”
“What?” I fly up to a sitting position.“Go where?You can’t just leave.”
“I just have to . . . I have to go.” She grabs a few things, a coat, some cash, and her gun that was stashed by the bed.
“Fallon.” I follow her out of the room and through the trailer.
“Declan. I just have to go. Take care of Aisling. I’ll be back.” She places her hands on my chest, the look in her eyes desperate. “Don’t forget to give her medicine when she wakes up.” Then she runs out the door like her ass is on fire.
I can’t even stutter out a response as I stand there buck naked in the doorway, a cold draft shriveling my cock.
What. The. Fuck?
A scream calls my attention away from the woman who just ran out on us. Aisling is awake. Impeccable timing, as always. I grab my sweatpants from Fallon’s room and slip them on as I make my way into my bedroom. A migraine mounting from the sexual frustration.
“There’s my sleepy little princess.” I lift her out of the pack ‘n play, soaking wet from perspiration. She feels cooler than she did earlier, but still too warm for the fever to have broken. “C’mon, little one. Let's get you changed.”
Lying her down on the bed, I get her out of her damp pajamas and wet diaper. Then I tickle her little naked body. She laughs, but not as animated as usual. It makes me feel a pang of guilt. I wasn’t here for her the way she needed me to be last night. I wasn’t here to comfort her while she was sick, and upset, and scared.
“I’m a mediocre father at best.” I rub her warm belly.
