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I slam through the door of the room I always use, the one that is only mine, and shut it behind me, flipping the lock and stomping over to the table I was sitting on while my hands were being taped. I sit my Saoirse down on it and she lets out an oomph.
She uses her arm to sweep her hair up and out of her face since it tumbled in front while I was carrying her. Her blue eyes are like an inferno when I look at her, blue flames fueled by lust and more than a little anger.
She seethes, “What the fuck was that?”
“I’d like to know the same fucking thing, Saoirse,” my voice is a rough growl. “What the hell are you doing here?”
She ducks her head slightly, but I need to look into her eyes. I grip her chin with my thumb and forefinger and tilt her head upward. When our gazes lock, I take a deep breath. Her eyes should make it feel like I’m drowning, but they don’t. They make me feel like I can breathe again.
She huffs and rolls her eyes as if I’m the one annoying her right now. Maybe I am, but I don’t really care. “Roisin mentioned she was coming here. I’ve never been because Declan always said I was too young. We kind of, you know, wore him down together,” there’s a self-satisfied tone to her words which almost has me smiling.
“You just decided to come to an underground fight?”
Saoirse narrows her eyes at me. I know I should probably take it as a warning. I’m going to blame adrenaline on not giving a single fuck that she looks like she’s about to put me firmly in my place.
“I tried to call you. I even texted you.” She shrugs her shoulder as if it’s no big deal, but I know better. “I didn’t get a response. I wasn’t hiding it from you,” her words hold weight, “and I had no idea you were going to be here let alone be getting in that ring and beating the fuck out of someone.”
My lips quirk into a smirk and my voice goes husky, “I did beat the fuck out of him, didn’t I?” She rolls her eyes again and I let go of her chin to bury my fingers in her hair. I lean into her and whisper, our lips almost touching, “I’m going to be honest; I don’t remember a fucking thing about the fight just now. All I could see is how sexy as fuck you are. All I could think about was the fact that every man in the room wanted to have you and your luscious body.”
“Conor don’t be ridiculous,” she starts, but I don’t need to hear another fucking word.
When my lips meet hers, the buzzing in my head and the thoughts of the men in the room, the ones who wanted what’s mine, stop completely.
I lift her off the table and then stand her in front of it as I use my fingers to gather up the skirt of her dress. The color is fucking stunning on her, and the fabric is like a dream against my calloused hands, but it’s nowhere near as soft as her skin. When I have her dress hiked up around her waist, I grip her hips, not letting the fabric go, and sit her back down on the table, my lips never leaving hers the entire time.
When I pull back and look down into her eyes, they’re half mast and full of need. Need I can satisfy.
“I’m sorry I didn’t respond to you. Before I fight, I have tunnel vision and don’t even hear it,” I tell her honestly.
She nods and wraps her arms around my neck to try and pull me back to her, but I have other ideas. I grip her wrists and bring her hands down to the tabletop. I curl her fingers around the edge, loving the curious expression on her face.
“Don’t let go of the table,” I command as I drop to my knees in front of her.
“Conor,” there’s a warning in her voice and I’m not sure if it’s because of where we are or because I just hauled her over my shoulder like a fucking caveman in front of her brother.
Not that it really matters. I would do it again. With fucking pleasure.
“Shh,” I coo and grip her knees, my hands moving up until I grip her thighs and spread her legs, “I’m really fucking hungry, and I think I deserve my reward after winning my fight.”
“Declan knows,” she protests, but it’s half-hearted at best.
I wink up at her and trail kisses up the inside of her thigh as I drape one of her legs over my shoulder. Her fingers tighten on the edge of the table as she keeps herself upright.
“I’m not worried about him right now. All I can think about is having the taste of your sweet cunt on my tongue.” She moans as I nip high up on her thigh and then put her other leg over my shoulder, spreading her open for me to feast. When I look between her legs, it’s clear she’s not wearing any fucking panties and I growl, “Oh, dirtybhanphrionsa. I’m going to devour you.”
That’s the last thing I say before I bury my face between her legs. With the first taste of her, I start to snarl as I lick and suck on her flesh, using my tongue to swipe up her arousal. She’s already wet for me, and her pleasure is the sweetest fucking thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.
When I feel her fingers in my hair, I slap the side of her thigh and nip at her clit, causing her to yelp, but then her touch disappears. “Good girl,” I growl, having no idea if she can hear me with my mouth buried between her legs.
I suck her clit between my lips and use my tongue until her thighs are shaking. Only then do I let go of one of her thighs and plunge two fingers inside of her, crooking my fingers in the way that will send her fucking wild as she floats amongst the stars which welcome her home.
“Conor,” she moans, the sound languid and loud even with the way her legs have trapped my head.
I lap up everything she gushes as she comes while I consider making her come again, just so I can have more of her.
“Please, so sensitive,” she whimpers, and I gentle my tongue and fingers as I help her float down from her high.
My cock is painfully hard, but there will be time for me to bury myself inside of her later. I’m not fucking my woman in some backroom of an underground fighting ring. Not tonight, at least.
