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I stand and let the water drip off my body. Any momentary shyness has taken a back seat to my lust. I watch as his pupils dilate while he looks me up and down before standing up with me. He tilts my head back and captures my lips for our deepest kiss to date. Our tongues meet for a slow, sensual tango communicating what our words can’t. God, how I love this man.
He breaks the kiss and is the first to get out of the tub. He instructs me to stay put while he dries off and disappears. He is gone for maybe ten minutes. When he returns, he grabs another towel and motions for me to lean toward him. He scoops me out of the tub and cradles me in his arms. He dries me off a bit before placing me on my feet to finish the job. We don’t bother with clothes and simply walk to the bedroom hand in hand. The room glows from the candles, and more peony and blush permeates the air. This must have been what he was up to while I waited in the bath. Though he is a little rough around the edges, he is great with setting the mood and arranging a romantic ambiance. He picks his secondary phone from the nightstand, and with a click, Chris Issak’s “Wicked Game” begins to play. He never releases my hand, though. I’m ready for him to kiss me again, but surprisingly, I’m thrown onto the bed on my back.
“First, we fuck,” he says by way of explanation. Lennon crawls up the length of my body before his hands firmly grip my thighs. “Wrap your legs around me, little bird.”
I don’t hesitate to follow his command. “Yes, Lennon,” I say as my head falls back onto the bed.
I’m his for the taking. He uses one hand to stroke me and finds that I’m already soaking wet with anticipation. The shadows dance across his handsome features as the candles flicker. Within seconds, I feel his rock-hard cock nudging my folds teasingly before it rests at my opening. I squirm in frustration. I need him in me now. And oh, does he deliver. He slams into me, and I can’t hold back the scream that leaves my body—not from pain but from the most exquisite pleasure.
“Yes. Just like that,” I encourage as my hips gyrate to take more of his length. At this moment, my shyness has taken a hike.
“Hmm, this pussy is greedy tonight. Good because I plan on worshiping it thoroughly,” he promises.
The lust in his voice is so fucking sexy. He wraps his hand around my hair and gives it a slight tug as he drives into me. I’m so lost. The delicious bite of his strokes is almost too much to handle. I match his punishing rhythm until stars explode behind my eyes.
“Lennnooonn.”
After a few more thrusts, I feel the telltale throb of him coming with me. He bites my shoulder as he groans out his release. As promised, he gives me at least three more earth-shattering orgasms before we both fall asleep from exhaustion.
CHAPTER THIRTY-ONE
Aurora
We arrive at his family’s locally owned Irish restaurant. My father surprisingly let me spend the weekend with my soon-to-be husband. Now that my virginity is no longer a point of contention, they want us to get to know each other. That and I think he wants me somewhere safe while he investigates if any more of his soldiers have gone rogue. Now that I don’t have to be hidden, Lennon arranges for me to meet his sister, Aisling, and his twin brothers, Fergus and Flynn. We exchange pleasantries, and the awkwardness is somewhat dissipating. Aisling disappears shortly after but promises to be back. The server brings us what is known as Dublin Coddle. This authentic dish is a type of stew comprised of onion, bacon, pork sausage, and potatoes. It’s usually served with boxty bread. I’ve had the pleasure of eating this a couple of times when Lennon’s house staff made it, but I haven’t had an opportunity to learn to make it. That doesn’t stop me from trying to analyze the recipe. It seems simple enough, but I’m sure something this traditional isn’t easily replicated. The conversation has mostly flowed between him and his brothers and continues even though the food has arrived. I, on the other hand, have no reason to wait. I take my first bite, and Lennon’s focus shifts. He watches me intently as I consume a second bite. A moan slips past my lips, and I’m instantly at the center of his and his brothers’ attention. I look away from their gaze, but I can still feel their eyes on me. Lennon sits up a little straighter and takes a generous sip of his whiskey. He’s much closer to me now as if that could be possible. My thoughts take a detour from the food. Suddenly, I’m hyper alert — the way I usually am with his physical touch. The heat of his thigh rubbing against mine is intense in this booth that’s now too small. The smell of his cologne wafts in my direction, acting as an aphrodisiac. Fergus and Flynn take a bite of their food, finally giving me a reprieve from their attention. Can they sense the electricity between their brother and me? All it takes is a single touch, and my insides liquefy. I can’t explain this insane attraction even if I tried. Instead, I take a few more bites of my own food, but Lennon is yet to take one. He is everything Niccolò is not. Niccolò is tall and a thicker build from all the Italian cuisine he probably consumes. He has average good looks, but the fact he’s heir to his father’s throne probably makes up where he falls short for most women. I take a moment to indulge in Lennon’s perfection—my comparison to Niccolò is really no comparison at all. From hair that falls wildly past his shoulders for a good pull to his chiseled square jaw and facial features, he is the very definition of savagely handsome. His eyes are the bluest I’ve ever seen, arctic even, so it’s easy to get lost in them. His plain white T-shirt makes it hard not to notice how defined he is— an attribution to his discipline. The tattoo sleeve on both of his arms is never something I thought I’d be into, but I find that it adds to his overall sex appeal. He’s managed to change my perspective from the beginning, and though I’ve given it a good fight, I never stood a chance against his magnetism. And this was long before he fucked me. I have to bite the inside of my cheek, realizing I’ve allowed my thoughts to stray so far from this dinner and its purpose that it’s downright shameful. Not really my fault, though. Another moan slips as I force my thoughts back to my stew. It’s nearly all gone.
“Good, right?” Lennon asks, taking another sip of his whiskey. He squeezes my thigh under the table, and I have to focus on what he’s talking about.Oh, the coddle.He’s referring to the moans I couldn’t suppress. If only he knew that the food was just a part of it. Don’t get me wrong, this coddle is nothing short of amazing, but having him this close is distracting. And somehow I think that is his intent.
“Good is an understatement. This is like heaven in your mouth,” I reply, diverting my attention back to the stew after I finish the bite I was chewing. “I’ve had it at your house before, but even then, it doesn’t come close to this. Don’t tell your house staff I said that.”
“I’ll have to be sure to let Aisling know. She tweaked our mother’s original recipe, but she refuses to share what that is.” He winks, now taking a bite of his own food for the first time. I know he won’t finish it, but it’s a nice change to see him eat something besides peanut butter.
He and his brothers eat in silence for what seems like an eternity. Meanwhile, I’m on my second glass of wine, and I can already feel it starting to relax me. A rare smile spreads on Lennon’s face, but before I can inquire why, a gentle hand touches my shoulder.
“How was everything, Aurora? You mind if I call you Rory? Aurora is a mouthful.” She laughs. I turn in my seat to see Aisling standing looking effortless polished. I didn’t get much time to really observe her earlier before she disappeared, but she is so beautiful. The Gallagher genes are definitely shared, but unlike her brothers, who have an obvious edge to their rugged good looks, Aisling is dainty and elegant right down to her pearl earrings, knee-length dress, and heels.
“Everything was amazing. I can’t express how much I loved it,” I praise. “And sure, call me Rory.” Lennon has long given up on his stew, much like I anticipated. “I almost volunteered to eat your brother’s,” I joke, gesturing to his nearly full bowl.
“Lennon, why didn’t you give her some of our boxty to try? You’ll have to excuse my brother.” She apologizes for him. I was thinking earlier that boxty bread was usually served with the coddle, but I didn’t want to ask about it. The stew was filling all on its own.
“Sorry I had to run off as soon as you arrived,” she apologizes. “I had to check on a few things in the kitchen. I’m trying to add more of my family’s presence here in more than just name.”
“Oh, that’s quite okay. As I said before, I really enjoyed the meal.”
“Our boxty is a great complement to many of our dishes, but it goes especially well with the Dublin Coddle.”
“I totally forgot. My apologies,” Lennon says.
“Can I get some to go perhaps?” I don’t want to come off as greedy, but I’d hate to disappoint. Okay, really, I’m dying to try their version of boxty if it is anywhere close to being as good as the stew was. I wanted to save some for later, but that was an epic fail.
“Of course, Rory. Lennon, you, Fergus, and Flynn are needed upstairs in the privacy booth. Kai is here, but he didn’t want to interrupt your dinner. He said to wait until you were done eating and then ask if I could let you know he was waiting. Don’t worry, I’ll keep Rory company until you boys return.”
Lennon gives an exaggerated eye roll, but he stands to leave the table. His brothers slide out and follow him— giving me a slight nod on the way out. Before they’re completely out of sight, she takes the seat across from me.
“So my brother tells us he helped rescue you from some of your father’s men.” It’s more of a statement than a question. Apparently, she wants to use this time to question me, but I know the rehearsed script, and I’m sticking to it. Nobody can know the real backstory aside from Kai. Not sure why since Lennon is holding that reason close to his vest, but for now, I won’t muddle the waters. “Crazy because the way my brother looks at you, he has definitely taken a liking to you. This is the weekend together?”
I don’t want to be rude after she has been so generous, so I go with a fraction of the truth. “Yeah, I was taken by two of my father’s soldiers. My fiancé dumped me after he found out that I’m no longer a virgin. I’m now betrothed to your brother, but it’s definitely not a hardship. We’ve been getting along effortlessly this weekend.”
She grabs my hands across the table, and my first instinct is to pull away, but I don’t.
