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“Oh, now that I can get behind. There should be something close by. We can get Dana, Cindy, Nich, and Spencer to join us,” I grin, “A full night out.”
“Abel and Spencer at the same time…in public. I’m not sure,” Brenna teases. Abel swats her backside as she laughs. “What, it’s true!”
“That is beside the point, woman.”
“I think we can handle it. You and Cindy will be in charge of your children.” I laugh as Noah scoops me up into his arms and starts walking up the street. “Unhand me, you fiend, unless we are going to get food, then carry on, my good man.”
“You just called me a fiend and a good man in the same sentence. Do you have a contact high from the barley or something?” He chuckles.
“Uh, maybe. I don’t know, I’m just hangry.”
“We shall feed the little beast then head to St. Mary’s. The medieval mile museum is in an actual church.” Brenna holds her phone out.
“Oh…are you sure you can go in? They don’t usually let the devil in a holy place.”
I keep a straight face until Noah sets me on my feet and chuckles.
“If you can get in, heffa, then so can I.” We both look at Abel then. He throws his hands up and rolls his eyes. “I can go into a church. You’re both nuts.”
With a chuckle, I turn, looping my arm into Brenna’s, and head toward a nice little place. I can see a menu in the window; I just hope it’s good. I am starving.
Chapter21
Brenna
We're back in Cork, and it's our last day in Ireland. I'm incredibly sad to leave. It's been a great adventure with my favorite people, but it's time to get back home. The reality that our fairytale honeymoon will be ending has put me in an emotional tailspin this morning. I'm putting on my big girl pants, though, because I'm determined to make this day the best one yet.
We get the grand opportunity to tour the famous Blarney Castle and visit the equally famous Blarney stone. It's a block of limestone built into the battlements of the castle. According to legend, kissing the stone endows the kisser with the gift of the gab. The stone was set into a tower of the castle in 1446. Needless to say, it's a very popular tourist attraction and a must see if you're ever here in Cork.
"Babe! The water's getting cold, and I'm lonely. Come warm Daddy up and give him some of that sweet sugar."
I don't know how many times I've told him that I will never call him daddy. That may work for some chicks, but it totally makes me cringe. He knows it plays on my nerves, and knows he'll get a rise out of me, so he does it anyway. If he's so cold, I have the perfect way to warm him up. I sneak into the bathroom, turn on the faucets, and flush the toilet. This old building can't handle so much action, so the water instantly scalds him.
"Holy shit! I think my balls just melted! You better run, wifey, because your ass is mine!"
Abel flies out of the shower, gripping his balls, and I just can't with him. I don't even attempt to escape because I'm laughing so hard, it hurts. I seriously think I pull a stomach muscle. That bitch, Karma, decides to be on Abel's side this morning, and I forfeit.
"Abel! You got me all wet!"
Yeah. Wrong words to tell your horny husband. My bad.
"I always make you wet, you little vixen."
He starts smothering me in kisses, and I'm a goner. Wonder how much time we have before Mom and Dad come looking for us? Mara has been in serious mom-mode the last few days. It makes me wonder if Noah finally knocked her up. Can you imagine? I'll be the coolest Auntie alive! Anywho, back to my current situation.
"How long do we have until Mara and Noah come banging on our door? My husband got me all wound up, and I need him to fix it…like now."
Abel mumbles something along the lines of not giving two fucks and continues kissing me. He slams me against the closest wall and quickly rids me of my clothes, not that I was wearing much. Grabbing my ankle and lifting my leg onto his shoulder, he enters me hungrily. Good thing I'm flexible and have one leg to stand on or I'd be on my ass.
"Fuck, babe. You.”Thrust.“Are.”Thrust. “Mine.”Thrust.“I love the shit out of you, gorgeous."
It is a fast and furious fuck, and just as we're both climaxing, we hear the knock on the door. At least it isn’t mid-orgasm this time. Those two, I swear, have a sex detector and love to cock block Abel and me. Their time is coming, and it's going to be glorious.
I throw on some clothes and open the door to Mara handing me a coffee and a blueberry scone. At least she comes bearing morning gifts. I give my thanks and scramble into the bathroom to take a quick shower. Abel just cleans up a bit, seeing how he is still wet from his earlier shower. I'm not going all day smelling like sweaty sex. No, ma'am. One of my biggest pet peeves is smelly people. It may sound rude, but damn, if it ain't the truth!
"I knew I smelled sex in the air. Get your stank ass in the shower, heffa! We got a castle to see and a stone to kiss. I'll try to keep Abel away from your scone, but no promises."
I hear her on that one. Abel is a foodie—almost as bad as me. He sees food, he eats said food. I think he knows better than to takemyfood. He's done it before, on multiple occasions, and let's just say, he's had blue balls more than he'd like to admit.
