Page 82 of Whisky Business


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And when she leaves?What will you do then? a voice niggled. The thought didn’t just occur to me, it had been a constant thorn in my side from the very first instance my heart stuttered in her presence. I held no plans beyond this time with her. I wanted more of her, sure. I knew if I was selfish enough—stupid enough—to dream about it, I would want to keep her for the rest of my life. But I couldn’t let myself. She may have agreed to date me for now, but I had no illusions I’d get to keep her at the end of it. What more could I expect? April to stay on an island she’d already fought tooth and nail to escape? To sit in my cottage every night watching movies and playing puzzles because I was too bloody anxious to go to the local pub? I’d barely made it through lunch at Brown’s without sweating.

“What are you doing here anyway?” I asked, shifting the subject from April.

She thumbed over her shoulder to the main building.“I’m helping April with the tasting.” I’d forgotten about that. After the success of her whisky night, April had taken a few small bookings through the website and they’d sold out within hours. I’d licked her pretty pussy in my shower to congratulate her.

“Are you coming to lunch today? Apparently Mum has something she wants to tell everyone.”

Never had I been more relieved to have an out.“Can’t. We have plans, maybe next week.”

“Since when do you have a better social life than me?”Since I’ve been fucking April twice a day for the past two weeks.

I didn’t have much to compare it to, but I knew the level we went at each other wasn’t common. I couldn’t get enough. It was like we were making up for lost time.Or trying to fit a lifetime of sex into a few weeks.My stomach soured and I cut the thought off.

“I have to get back to this,” I said more sharply than I intended. Heather being Heather knew exactly when to back off, so with a ruffle of my hair, she disappeared around the corner.

“Heather invited us to lunch.” April’s head poked aroundthe door to the malt room later that afternoon. I smiled, setting down a crate of empty bottles the moment I saw her.

“How did the tasting go?”

She skipped closer, arms looping around my waist as soon as she got within reach.“Oh, you know.Amazingly.” She kissed my chin. My hands fell to the dips in her waist like they were made for that little spot.“They didn’t know anything about whisky and had a lot of questions, though. I’m glad Heather was with me because I couldn’t have answered them all myself.”

“The amount you’ve learnt in only a few weeks is incredible.” As was the level of research she put in, but you never stopped learning when it came to whisky.

“Hmm. It helps that I have a very hot teacher.” I bit her neck for that.“I was thinking, if we keep booking tasting groups regularly, we could look into hiring Heather.”

“Permanently?”

She nodded.“Maybe not right now, but eventually. We could offer her good pay and steady hours, no more picking up whatever shift she can get her hands on.”

This woman was too good to be true. I ravaged her mouth, deep and consuming. When I broke away, I said,“You think we can afford it?”

“Down the line, I hope. We can give it a few months to see how things play out, but there’s been a lot of interest.”

A few months. I had to forcibly rein my heart in before it began to soar and kissed her again.“I love that idea.”

“Good. You didn’t answer about lunch with your family.” Her nose wrinkled and I knew it was at the prospect of seeing my dad.“We don’t have to go.”

“I already told Heather no,” I said.“We have other plans.”

“Do these plans include me sitting on your face, because I’m so down for that.”

My laugh was so colossal, my entire body rippled with it.“Princess, having those sweet thighs around my ears is always on the agenda.”

“What are we doing?”

“It’s a surprise.” She managed to look excited and pouty at the same time.“Can you be ready in thirty?”

“How can I be ready if I don’t know what we’re doing?”

“Wear something warm, with comfortable shoes.”

One perfect brow arched.“You’re a mysterious man, Mr Macabe.”

“How much further?” April panted, dropping her hands toher knees. Boy took complete advantage of the situation and gave her fingers a thorough lick.

I paused a few steps ahead, pulling the canteen of water off a loop on my belt.“Not far.”

“You said thathoursago.”

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