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“If all the questions were about me, how did the other two get so off their tits?”
I blink at him in surprise. Despite feeling like death warmed up, I almost smile. He must not have ever been with either of them. Otherwise, he’d be a little less surprised. Or maybe not. Maybe he’s only fucked them, which wasn’t one of the questions I told him. Paddy’s eyes linger on my face, and he snorts.
“Not even once. Ronan and Niall would have my balls for breakfast.”
Niall. That reminds me.
“Did Niall fuck Mellie last night?” I ask, my eyes wide. Paddy’s smirk widens.
“Ah, you remember that, do you?”
“Unfortunately, I remember everything.”
Paddy growls at my wording. Oops. That sounded bad, didn’t it? I fix my eyes on him.
“Who was that guy? The one who came into the room while you were… you know….” I flush bright red, gesturing as Paddy laughs, trailing his fingers over my bare thighs, sliding them up to my pussy, his pupils dilating.
“While I was busying eating ye out?”
Yeah. That. My breathing hitches as the tips of his fingers brush against my folds. Sighing, he snatches his hand away. Boo.
“That was Sean Fitzpatrick.”
Shit. I know what that is. Everyone in Boston knows who Sean Fitzpatrick is. He’s the head of the Irish Mafia. Oh god. He saw me like that! My cheeks flame at the thought. Paddy is watching me carefully, sighing as he slides off the bed. Where is he going?
“Shower, coffee, breakfast, and a movie,” he prescribes for my hangover. I mean, it sounds good except for one thing. I flop back down onto the mattress.
“Can’t. No energy to get up.”
I shriek as Paddy’s fingers circle my ankle, and he drags me to the edge of the bed, slinging me over his shoulder and carrying me to the shower. Well. If he’s going to do all the work, I suppose I can manage.
PADDY
I have no idea why women enjoy rom coms so much. The storyline makes no sense. No fucker in his right mind is going to pussy foot around and risk losing his woman over and over again like these wet pricks.
Lauren seems engrossed, laying on my chest, her eyes glued to the movie. I turn my attention from the idiot on the screen to her. Stroking my fingers through her silky hair, I use my fingernails to scratch her scalp lightly until her eyes flutter closed. She lets out a contented little moan, stretching like a little cat as she snuggles into my chest.
I’ve never watched a movie with a lass before. I’ve certainly never cuddled with a lass on the sofa, either. It’s nice.
“Paddy?” Lauren asks, the movie forgotten, her eyes resting on my face.
“Yes, lass?” I murmur, my eyes still watching where my fingers are trailing through her hair.
“What happened to your parents?”
What? My fingers hold still in her hair, and I feel like I’ve been doused in icy water.
“What did you say, lass?” I ask her, my voice dangerously quiet. Lifting her head, her eyes meet mine. She swallows. Whatever she can see in my eyes unnerves her.
“Tiggy mentioned….” She pauses as my eyes flash with anger. Tiggy mentionedwhat? “She only said she felt bad about your parents. And I wondered….” Her voice trails off as she buries her face in my chest, mumbling, “it doesn’t matter. Forget about it.”
Sighing, I stroke her hair again. “They were murdered.”
I keep my voice even, and Lauren sucks in a breath, peeking at me and relaxing when I don’t look mad that she got the truth from me.
“Oh. I’m sorry.”
I shrug with one shoulder, focusing on the feeling of her hair beneath my fingers. “It was fifteen years ago. The men responsible are dead now.” I grit my teeth at the thought. “Tiggy killed them.”
