Page 64 of Irish Betrayal

Oh, Christ.

“Oh hush, Ulf,” Katy admonished. “You didn’t see anything.”

But Katy did, if her red cheeks were any indication. Rowan, bless her, said they weren’t late at all. That the pilot was still working on flight plans.

Blair decided to ignore Ulf’s comment, telling Katy that she’d be working on the property a few more hours but would be driving back to Stillwater later.

She went to Rowan and hugged her goodbye. “I hate that you have to leave so soon, but I understand the urgency. I am sorry about the memorial. You’ll let me know how things are?”

“Of course,” Rowan signed, proficient in BSL. Rowan and her sisters learned and taught their children sign language when Blair’s mom announced that her daughter was deaf. That’s what type of people the O’Faolains were.

“And you’ll let me know how the doctor appointment goes. Otherwise, I’ll be forced to call your mom, and Cat won’t take kindly to the fact that she’s the last to know you haven’t felt well.”

“Cutthroat,” Blair signed and then aloud, “I will.”

She lightly elbowed Ulf in the stomach on her way to Daniel. Blair signed, wanting to keep their conversation private, knowing Rowan would never intrude. “I’m going to head out. I don’t want to watch you drive away.” He nodded his understanding before taking her in his arms and hugging her close.

He pulled back and signed, “I love you.” She said “I love you” back, but out loud, before spinning on her heel and walking out.

twenty-seven

PETER

Blair was still avoiding him. Peter thought that after their hug last week, she was coming around. He missed his sweet girl, could barely breathe without her smile.

He still couldn’t believe the error he’d made in showing her the pictures and videos. He really screwed up by introducing her to Mindy, and Christ, the blowjob.

He groaned in fury at himself, hitting the steering wheel of his rental where he was sitting in the science department’s parking lot, hoping to catch a glimpse of Blair.

Peter lost control that day. It had been the culmination of seeing their pictures flashing on the screen and Mindy’s naked body there for the taking. What had really made him so aggressive in his need was having Blair’s eyes on him.

Her eyes made him crazy. They haunted him and made him want things. He wanted her promise never to love anyone but him.

He wanted her pure touch and passion surrounding him.

He needed her.

So, he had said and done things he shouldn’t have so soon at any rate. If he hadn’t been in such a panic over asserting his dominance over her once more, he could have eased her into all the ways she could have turned him on.

What he dreamed of for years was to have her eyes on him while he did dirty things to other girls. Her focused, intelligent green eyes made him burn when they were on him. To have her watch while he got off was his dream aphrodisiac.

Now, after months, he felt no closer to reconciliation.

She used to love how he would rub himself against her body. How he painted her tiny nipples in his cum.

Now? Now, she wouldn’t even look at him.

Dr. Bartel even threatened to call campus security when he tried to visit Blair in one of the research labs. It was all so infuriating.

And yet, he was impotent in his rage. But what could he do? What would make a difference?

He had to get her alone.

twenty-eight

BRAN

“Are you and your sisters going to the distillery soon?” Bran asked his wife, Raven.