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“Do you feel better this morning, lass?” Paddy’s gravelly, just woken voice slides across my skin, raising goosebumps.
“Yes,” I whisper, remembering the other day when he asked if cuddling time was over and fucked me.
Shivering with anticipation, I grind against his erection again, deliberately this time. He flips us so I am flat on my back with a growl, his body pinning me into the mattress, his face inches from mine.
Paddy’s breath catches as his eyes dip to my lips. But, to my everlasting dismay, he doesn’t kiss me. Instead, he grinds against me, dropping his face and groaning into my neck.
“Feck,” he mutters, his hips stopping their motion, his body taut above mine. Why did he stop? What’s happening? I strain my hips upward, attempting to grind against his erection again.
“Is everything okay?” I ask, my voice breathy, which has him groaning again.
“Aye, lass.” He sounds like he’s gritting his teeth, and he’s still as stiff as a board on the top of me. “Feck,” he mutters again, sounding frustrated.
He bites down lightly on my neck with a muffled sigh, moving off me. What? No! Where is he going? What did I do wrong? I stare after him feeling a mixture of desire and rejection. Paddy looks at my face and groans, scrubbing his hands over his eyes.
“Feck,” he whispers again, reaching over, hooking his fingers under the waistband of my shorts, tugging them and my panties off, and burying his face between my thighs.
“Ah, Jaysus feck, but ye taste good, lass,” he sighs against my clit. I whimper, bucking my hips upward. I don’t know what that was all about, but I can get on board with this.
Paddy eats me out until I come on his mouth twice. Sated and still trembling from the force of my second orgasm, I stare after him as he shoves off the bed, his eyes lingering on my still spread legs.
Abruptly, he leaves the room, storming into the bathroom and slamming the door. The shower starts running, and a low oath rings through the door.
“Fuck, that’s cold!”
He’s only in there for about two minutes before the shower shuts off. When he emerges from the bathroom, I’m still lying on the bed, naked from the waist down, completely confused about what’s happening.
His eyes darken as they flutter over my form, and I press my thighs together as he tears his eyes away and storms out of the bedroom, slamming the door behind him again. I’m so confused. What the hell was that all about?
Chapter Ten
PADDY
“There’s a good-sized crowd here tonight,” Seamus notes. I cast a glare around the crowded warehouse. I don’t give a fuck who is here tonight. I don’t intend to be here for that long.
“And so it is, Fitzy,” I agree through gritted teeth. He turns to me with an amused look in his eye.
“Fuck, you’ve been a moody fucker today, Paddy. Everything alright?” he squints at me.
“Fucking peachy, Fitzy,” I spit at him. He blinks at me in surprise, his mouth opening to ream me out. Whatever, bring it on. Just another thing to amp me up for this fucking fight.
“Ready to go, Paddy?” Perry’s voice sounds behind me, a hand clapping on my shoulder. I don’t bother looking at him, stalking toward the ring.
With a shrug, Seamus sits beside Connor, who has been bitching me out all night about not bringing his good luck charm with me. Infuriating bastard. He’s lucky he wasn’t my first knockout of the night.
Perry’s voice rings out, announcing my opponent and myself. As I step into the ring, I eye my opponent, a feral grin tugging at my lips, which has him flinching back and a murmur running through the crowd. I don’t usually show emotion before these fucking things.
It’s all over in five fucking minutes. It was never going to take long. I plow my fist into his nose, the skin at my knuckles splitting as his head snaps back, and he hits the floor with a thud.
Taking a deep breath, I turn, climb out of the ring, and stalk out to the back room. Seamus and the lads are right on my heels.
Dropping onto the bench, I unzip my bag, snagging a bottle of water and wincing as I rinse my knuckles.
“All right, Paddy,” Seamus snaps once we’re relatively alone. “What the fuck’s going on?”
“Nothing,” I snap back at him, sick of his fucking face right now. “Absolutely fucking nothing!”
Of course, he doesn’t let it go. Seamus plants his feet, crosses his arms and glares at me. I simply stare belligerently back.
