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I'm dead. I'm literally dead. I start hysterically laughing, and without a second thought, I hold up my phone and snap a picture of him. Naked and pouting.
"Oh my god! I can't breathe. Wait until Noah and Mara hear about this one."
I run out of the bathroom, heading straight for the connecting door and pushing it open.
"I hope y'all are decent. Or not. Either way, I'm coming in! Noah, your brother is naked and pouting in the shower. All because it's too small for both our asses to fit in, and he's been cock blocked by an inanimate object!"
They're both sitting on the bed, and when I throw my phone at them and Mara sees the evidence, she screams like a little girl.
"My eyes! You asshole, heffa!"
Noah just rolls his eyes, and two seconds later, Abel walks in. Still nude and freely swinging his junk around like it's a damn helicopter.
"I don't see the humor in this situation. Do you, brother? Put yourself in my shoes. Have you seen your shower? On second thought, Miss Vanilla probably doesn't do shower sex. Or does she?" Abel says, and I quickly stand in front of him before Mara can attack.
"Please, Mara, don't kill my stupid husband. We haven't been married long enough for me to collect his life insurance. They'd definitely suspect foul play. Carry on with whatever y'all were doing, and we'll see you in an hour for dinner. Love you!"
Just as I push Abel through the doorway and shut the door behind us, I hear a loud thump against it. Whatever was thrown was intended for Abel's head; I'm sure of it. That was a close one. My bad. Then there's yelling, and I'm laughing my ass off again. We may not make it out of this trip alive.
After that fiasco, a nap is out of the question, so I shower and get ready for dinner. The Workshop Cork is a really cool looking little place, from what I've seen online. I’d called ahead and let them know we'd like to be seated in the outdoor seating area, which they call The Secret Garden. It's also an outdoor tea room with teacups hanging from the tree branches and flowers all around. I decide to wear a strappy red rose sundress with matching red heels and a black lace shawl. Seems fitting for a secret garden themed dinner, and it's a good excuse to get all dressed up in my girly clothes.
I was also lucky enough to put in an after-hours request, seeing how they close pretty early and explaining that we're all newlyweds from America. They were happy to oblige and will be getting an extra generous tip for their efforts.
If we're being honest, I could skip dinner and go straight for the desserts. Homemade brownies, cookies, and pies. The best of all? They have monster shakes that come with brownie bites on top, whip cream, and warm fudge sauce. I'm drooling just thinking about it. As you can tell, I'm not a calorie counter. Where's the fun in that?
"Hot damn, babe. You look stunning. I could eat you up, but I'll save that for my dessert later. Let's go, before I change my mind and strip you out of that dress right now. The heels will stay on, just so you know."
Always the gentleman, my husband is. He may be a dirty bird, but he's my dirty bird. I think I'll keep him around.
Chapter14
Mara
Cork, Ireland—let me tell you, so far it’s been a lot more than I’d planned for. In the best of ways.
Green surrounds us all on sides as we travel from the airport toward the inn. It is simply gorgeous. Colorful flowers are everywhere. Pots on stoops, lining sidewalks, in planter boxes hanging from open windows—a heavenly rainbow.
It makes my heart happy. Oh, let’s not forget all of the friendly, smiling faces. Simple acts that really do make you feel welcome. Too bad we are only here—in Ireland—for ten days. I am sure by the end of this, it is going to hurt to leave.
How Brenna and I’ve gotten so lucky with—everything—but especially finding the boys. I don’t think there are the right words to aptly describe the feelings inside of me right now. Without them making this dream come true, it may not have. I mean, we do things for ourselves but nothing on this scale.
Tonight, to make the first night in this quaint town something special, we are going to The Workshop. Brenna spent twenty minutes reading us a menu earlier, and I am more than ready to indulge. The food sounds great, but my guilty pleasure will be the desserts. She had spent an entire ten minutes on just that.
God, I love my bestie so much. She could go hog wild on this trip, but for me, I’ll have to watch myself. My hips will outgrow my pants if I’m not careful. Though, I packed mostly dresses for the trip. I would give myself some extra tummy and hip space.
I look at the bra and panty set I’d gotten for the trip. It is comfy and cute. The bra makes sure the girls stay where they need to be—that’s always a plus.
Noah’s arms wrap around me from behind, which causes my entire body to turn to Jell-O. His warmth, his cologne, the scruff of his five o’clock shadow brushing along my skin as he kisses my neck—I’m totally lost to this man.
“You look gorgeous, baby. Good enough to eat,” he says this while nipping at that magic spot just below my ear.
I moan softly. Yep, no strength in me to fight this man in any way. Guess this way my payback for teasing him earlier. Though we may not have had room in the shower together, that didn’t mean we couldn’t have fun in the bathroom. I’d do something I know he likes. I get on my knees and give his cock all of my attention until he loses it. My man is a sexy beast with one hand on a wall, body taut as he growls out my name.
From there I let him recover while I take a shower. He swats my backside as I walk through the bathroom door. I love making him smile. Blow jobs are not my favorite thing to do, but Noah, I’ll drop to my knees as much as he wants.
“If you don’t stop…”
He doesn’t stop. His hand slides down to cup my sex, which is almost enough to make me lose all of my sanity. He teases me through the fabric, sending jolts of lust and desire through my wire-tight body. I am a goner, and he damn well knows it.
