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“I’ve a hankering for her, that’s all.” I shrug. “I was going to fuck her this morning, but I wanted to be sharp for tonight's fight,” I explain. Suddenly, Seamus is grinning again.
“But you denied yourself, and that’s why you’ve been pissy all day.” He’s nodding now, fucking amused. “Well, as Delic said, it was a different fight style than you’ve had in the past, but it clearly fucking works for you because you were a beast back in that ring.”
I don’t really care. The fight is over. I won it. The lads made bank. Now I can get the fuck out of here and home to Lauren. Nodding to Fitzy, I step toward the door again.
When I stalk out of the room this time, he lets me go. I head straight home, and Lauren is curled up on the sofa when I walk in. She looks up in surprise, her eyes drifting over my busted knuckles as she stands.
“I’ll get the first aid kit,” she starts, but I cut her off, pointing my finger at her face.
“Don’t bother. I want ye naked, kneeling on the bedroom floor when I get out of the shower.”
She blinks but nods as I throw my duffel bag onto the sofa, stalking into the bedroom.
I have the world’s quickest shower, toweling myself off and striding back into the bedroom, almost stumbling at the sight before me.
Lauren has doneexactlywhat I told her. She’s naked as the day she was born, kneeling on the floor, sitting back on her heels, her hands resting in her lap as she looks up at me expectantly. Jesus fuck. That’s a beautiful sight.
I fist my dick, stroking it as I walk over to her, stopping right in front of her. Reaching down with my free hand, I cup her chin, guiding her until she’s fully kneeling before releasing her face.
“Open,” I breathe. She obediently opens her mouth, her fucking stunning amber eyes locked on mine. Her hands come up to grip the sides of my thighs as I feed my dick into her pretty pink lips.
I fist my other hand in her hair, guiding her head forward until the tip of my dick hits the back of her throat, and she makes a small choking noise. Only then do I stop.
“Suck,” I command her. Lauren’s cheeks hollow as she obeys without hesitation, dragging a groan from my throat as I grit my teeth. “Feck, lass, just like that,” I groan again.
Her eyes still locked on mine, she stops sucking and swallows. And keeps fucking swallowing. My eyes widen as my dick slides down her throat until her nose is practically pressed against my pubic bone. I stare down at her, my jaw hanging loosely.
“Jaysus feck,leannán,” I breathe, blinking. Her eyes burn into mine as she sucks, her cheeks hollowing out before swallowing again. My hips jerk as her throat contracts around my shaft.
“I need to fuck yer mouth, lass,” I grit through clenched teeth. She nods as much as she can with my dick crammed in her mouth.
Sliding both hands through Lauren’s hair, I grasp it to hold her head in position. Staring into her mesmerizing eyes, I start thrusting gently until she gets accustomed to it, slacking her jaw before my thrusts become rougher, picking up the pace.
“Touch yerself, lass,” I grunt, and her hand creeps down between her thighs at my bidding.
This incredible moment has been worth the frustration I’ve felt all fucking day since I had to walk away from her delicious body this morning.
Lauren’s eyes widen, and her nostrils flare. She’s about to fucking come. That knowledge has me shattering. I explode down her throat as she moans, her eyelids fluttering shut.
LAUREN
Paddy scoops me up and deposits me on the bed, climbing in beside me and tugging me into his arms as he buries his face in my hair. His words from last night echo in my head, “cuddling you until you feel better.” That seems to be what he’s doing now. I wonder what I did to make him think I need to be comforted.
“I’m not upset, Paddy,” I whisper against his chest. “You don’t need to cuddle me.”
“Shut up, lass, and let me hold ye,” he growls into my hair. I lapse into silence. I’m not about to argue with his cuddling me. I like it.
We lie here until he speaks again, his face still buried in my hair.
“Was it just the two of you?” he asks softly, his fingers stroking my hair. “Just you and Josh?”
I swallow, realizing that Paddy isn’t cuddling me because he thought I was upset. He is cuddling me because he wants to ask me upsetting things.
“Yes,” I whisper, bringing my hand up to stroke over the skin on his chest beside my face. Beneath my fingertips, the beating of his heart is strong and steady. I can hear it underneath my cheek too. “Ever since I was little, it was just us.”
“You’re a lot younger than Josh,” he guesses, and he’s not wrong. There were almost ten years between us. Ten years and a lot of different men in our mom’s bed.
“Yes,” I whisper again. “I’m twenty-five.”
