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Now that we're all fat and happy, we finish touring the distillery and learning of the rich history involved in the whole process. It was a great experience, and I'm so happy with how the day turned out. Everyone's a bit exhausted from all the walking, eating, and drinking, so we head back to our hotel for the night to veg out a bit.
Tomorrow is going to be even more epic, when we get to wake up in the Clontarf Castle Hotel where we’ll be staying for two nights. Then, back on the road to our next destination. But this won’t be our only castle adventure. Oh no. On our last night in Ireland, we'll be staying at the famous Blarney Castle.
What is this life I'm getting to live? I mean, come on. How do you go back to peasant life after this? I've also made reservations for The Mill on our last day in Dublin. It's an ax throwing combat center. This could be a death trap, but I'm willing to take my chances because it looks like a hell of a good time. Plus, we can all do with getting a little rage out, now and then.
Abel and Noah pass out before we even make it to our own room, so Mara and I let them be. Two grown ass men, snoring and snuggling in bed. I take advantage of the situation and snap a few pics. I'll save these for later. Can anyone say blackmail?
"How cute is that? I'd say the drinking finally got to them both. Let's go get a hot cup of tea. What do you say, heffa?"
I say hell to the yes. That sounds like the perfect ending to a perfect day.
"You read my mind. Let's go before the heathens wake up and realize we ditched them. Love you, Mara."
"Love you more, B."
Chapter18
Mara
Dublin…oh sweet Dublin. Where have you been all my life?
We’ve been at the Clontarf Castle Hotel for a day and a half, and I don’t want to leave. The opulence. The majestic views and absolute stunningness—is that even a word? I don’t care either way right now. Standing in the alcove of a window, I’m drawn to the landscape around us. Small gardens, more of the castle…I think this is heaven. I really do.
“Mara?”
Slipping out of the alcove, I pull the sheet I’m wearing around me a little tighter.
“I’m here.”
“Your tea and pastries are here.”
Noah moves the tray to the table in the eating area of our room. I sit in the chair beside him, grinning. This place has twenty-four hour room service. I love that. My hips, maybe not so much. My husband though—he doesn’t care. He is here to indulge me in all of my wants and needs.
I pop one of the petit fours in my mouth and moan. Totally don’t care either. There is absolutely no shame in my sugar game. It is slightly exaggerated too. Let’s be honest, if there is one thing I love in life more than anything, it’s making my husband delirious with want. He has an insatiable appetite for me just as much as I have for him. His hands grip the chair legs and pull me closer.
“I don’t think I will ever get tired of that sound.”
I lick my lips, watching his eyes. “I don’t think I’ll ever get tired of making it either.”
With my gaze still locked on him, I pick up the tea saucer, smile, and take a sip. Just the right amount of milk and sugar. Another sip down and I am ready for a petit four. Noah though, he has his own ideas. The pastry delivery came with a danish, the strawberry topping glistening as the light hit it. He runs his finger through it and presses it to my lips. My tongue darts out, tasting it from the tip of his finger.
“Delicious…” My words are a lot more breathy than I intend, but damn this man.
I watch as he pushes the sheet open and off of my shoulders. His finger once again spreads through the topping, but instead of hitting my lips again, his finger circles each of my hard nipples. My breath hitches slightly; his touch sends a ripple of pure desire through me. His finger moves to my lips, coating them in a fine layer of strawberry.
Not to be outdone, I take his finger into my mouth and suck hard, my tongue stroking his digit just as I would his cock. He watches me tease him. Without losing eye contact, Noah gets on his knees before my chair, leans in, and devours my nipples. He doesn’t stop there, oh no. His hands roam my body, curling around my thighs, pulling me down in the chair.
His hot breath fans over my thighs, hands tightening, lifting my legs over his shoulders. My breathing is erratic; I know what’s coming. My husband knows how to work my body, and he takes every advantage he can get. His warm tongue slides through my folds, and I am lost. I’ve never been so happy for thick walls between my screams and others’ ears.
Lips, tongue, teeth grazing my clit—he drives me over the edge into an earth-shattering orgasm. The force of it has my back bowing further off the chair.
One thing is for sure…with Noah I’ll always be a screamer.
“Come on,it’s ax throwing, how hard can it be?”
Turning slightly, I look back at Brenna and Abel. He’s joking right? I’d done the right thing and looked up this place before coming in. I may have also gone down aYouTuberabbit hole of ax throwing. Things were not as simple as they seemed. Accidents could happen.
“You two are on one side; we will stay on the other side. Try not to kill anyone, yeah?” Noah grouses.
