“Gentleman, my ass,” she says with a sniff.
“One drink?” I coax. I walk over to her and reach out to stroke the hair away from her beautiful eyes. She tenses but doesn’t stop me. “Or you can leave now, if you prefer.”
“One glass of wine, then,” she says softly.
I nod, walk over to the fridge and pull out the complimentary bottle of champagne the hotel has supplied. I grab two flutes and pour the bubbly liquid into each one without spilling a drop, then hand her one.
“So, you’re not into beer anymore?” I ask her, raising my eyebrows. She wrinkles up her nose and shakes her head a little.
“No. I don’t really like beer.”
“Then why were you drinking it?” I ask, confused.
“Because I was in a regular pub in Ireland. I didn’t want to stand out.”
“Oh, is that what it was? Well, you stood out, alright,” I say softly.
She glances at me, as if trying to decipher what I meant. I gaze into her eyes, my heart racing. She stares back at me, a look that makes me want to take her and kiss her. The next thing I know, she’s standing in front of me, her hands raking through my hair. She tilts my head down and presses her lips against mine. I wasn’t expecting it to happen, but I’m into the moment, instantly.
I scoop her up into my arms, carry her over to the bed and lay her on it. I’ve thought about this moment for so long—ever since she left. I’ve been kidding myself into believing I’ve moved on from her—that it was just a fling, and she was nothing special. Deep down, I knew she was very special, and that what we’d shared meant something—to me, anyway.
She leans up to me, putting her arms around my neck, and we kiss while I unzip her dress, slipping it over her shoulders, then down her arms until it pools around the delicious curves of her hips.
“Holy Mary!” I exclaim. I feel my cock pulse, straining against my shorts when I see she’s not wearing a bra. She just grins at me and leans back on the bed.
“You like these, Mr. Superstar?” she teases, fondling her breasts and lightly pinching her own nipples until they harden to a peak.
Hot.
As.
Fuck.
I lunge at her like a wild animal, brushing aside her hand and suck her left nipple, loving how it feels in my mouth as it stiffens against my tongue. She sighs, still clutching her other breast, inviting me to give it the same attention. I don’t need any encouragement to do what she wants.
With a low growl, I kiss my way my down, over her stomach, then creep back up to her mouth for a long, deep kiss. Her lips feel amazing. So soft, wet and warm against mine. I can’t help imagining what they’d feel like wrapped around my cock.
I stand, undo my jeans and throw them to the floor with my shorts while she wiggles her hips and shimmies out of her dress. She leans forward again, and grabs hold of my dick. I groan. Feeling her long, warm fingers wrapped around my shaft, her thumb gently spreading my pre-cum over my tip, makes me want nothing more than to thrust my throbbing length inside her until she screams with pleasure. Despite my boast of being a Boy Scout back in Ireland, this time I haven’t come prepared.
“I’m sorry, darlin’, I don’t have a condom,” I murmur in her ear. She lets out a quiet groan, sounding as frustrated as I feel. “But, there’s plenty I can do to make you feel good.”
She smiles, and her eyes light up. She whimpers as I circle my mouth over her breasts again, then slowly trail my lips down and over her stomach until I reach the edge of her panties. I hook my fingers inside the waistband, tugging them down when she lifts her peachy arse off the bed. Our eyes meet as I roll them over her ankles then I toss them casually over my shoulder to land on the floor behind me.
I give her a cheeky grin and she lets out her cock-hardening, sexy giggle again. She watches me intently as I spread her legs wide and lower my face between her smooth, creamy thighs. I take her by surprise when I blow gently against her wet lips. She gasps, her eyes widening, then moves her hips in a circular motion. Her sweet pussy gyrating in front of my face is hypnotic. Holy fuck, I want to taste her so bad.
I curl my arms around her thighs, stroking her lips with the back of my fingertips as I dip my tongue between them and lick slowly from her arse to her clit, nudging it with the tip when I reach it. She moans, her head rolling from side-to-side and balls her fists in my hair. She bucks against my face, trying to force me inside her.
I part her lips with the flat of my tongue and suck on each one, sliding my tongue inside her, probing and licking. Fuck, she’s so wet. I look up at her, gasping and groaning, and that, right there, is such a fucking turn on.
I move my arms from around her thighs and grab her arse with both hands, squeezing her cheeks hard, pulling her to me as I lap at her like a cat that’s got the cream. She wraps her legs around my neck, resting her ankles on my back, and bucks against my face as my tongue slides in and out of her slick pussy.
“Omagod,” she pants. “Ooh…oh…ya...fuck…”
I know she’s going to come, and I don’t change a single thing I’m doing. I may be young, but I’ve been with enough women to know not to get fancy and try something different when they’re on the edge of their ‘O’. And she’s right there.
Her breathing quickens as she tightens her grip on my hair, guiding me to where she feels the most pleasure. I wrap my arms around her thighs again, holding her tight, then suck her clit and circle it with the tip of my tongue. Suddenly, her thighs tense and tighten around my neck and, for a minute, I wonder if she’s going to crack my skull between them, like an egg in a vise. She pulls my head hard against her soaking wet pussy, her hips bucking and writhing beneath me as her orgasm rocks through her and explodes on my face.
“Hnnng…hoooo…aaahhh…fuuccckkk!”
She cries out so bloody loud, I’m sure my neighbors on the floor below must have heard her. Her whole body trembles as I gently suck and lick her until she can’t take any more.
“Oh my God, Rory. Stop, honey. Stop,” she gasps, putting her dainty feet on my shoulders to push me away. I raise my head, my face wet from her pussy, and just grin as she fights me, and I give in. “Holy crap,” she pants, rolling her head from side to side. She giggles, and I see she has tears in her eyes at the same time. “That was incredible. I came so hard, I feel light-headed. So amazing, thank you.”
“You’re very welcome,” I say, smiling at her from the foot of the bed. I crawl up to her, and we cuddle and kiss.
“I can taste me on your lips,” she says, then she looks at me, her eyes a little wild as she slowly moves down the bed, pulling me with her until I’m sitting on the end of it.
“What are you doing?” I murmur as she kneels between my legs.
“I thought you were smart. What do you think I’m doing?” she asks, looking up at me and raising one eyebrow. “My turn to taste you.” Without warning, she wraps her hand around my cock and takes me into her mouth. I throw my head back and groan as she licks and sucks along my length.
“Holy fuck, Amelia. That’s so good,” I murmur.
I reach down and tug the scrunchy from her hair, letting her dark locks cascade over her shoulders. Her sparkling eyes meet mine as I watch her gently pump me. I groan again, my hips rocking at her as she takes me into her mouth again. My tip, slick with pre-cum, glides easily between her hot cherry lips.
She sucks me faster, harder, deeper. Her cheeks hollow on every stroke and I think she’s going to suck the life out of me. She takes my hand, guiding me to wrap a handful of her silky hair around it, and I ball my fist in it.
Holy.
Fuck.
No girl has ever done that with me before. I gently tug it, pulling her harder onto my cock. I’m so fucking turned on watching her bob up and down with my hand in her hair, and I can feel it building up in my balls. I’m out of control, panting, moaning, rocking at her as I watch my wet cock sliding in and out of her sweet mouth.
I try to give her a signal that I’m c
lose, but she just slides her hands under my thighs and grabs my bum. First, squeezing, then digging the tips of her fingernails into my cheeks. I wince, but it’s a delicious, pleasurable pain. She hums, sending sweet vibrations along my shaft as she pulls me hard against her face. And now I am gone.
Involuntarily, I clench my arse and I let out a low, guttural growl as my orgasm hits me like a freight train. Endorphins flood my brain as I rock my hips against her face, releasing hard into her. She swallows, sucking and licking as my body jerks the last of my cum into her mouth.
Gasping, panting, breathless, I fall back on the bed with my legs shaking and weak. She smiles, wiping her lips with the back of her hand.
“Good?” she asks, smiling and tilting her head to one side.
“Good? Best fucking blow job I’ve ever had,” I say, “And that’s no lie.”
“Ooh. Well, that’s quite some honor,” she teases. “Or is it your first?”
“No, it’s not the first, you cheeky girl,” I say, indignantly. She giggles, then walks over to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water. She gulps it down then lays on the bed next to me where we wrap our arms around each other and kiss, cuddle and pillow talk.
* * *
We must’ve fallen asleep, because the next time I open my eyes, it’s dark. I roll over, relieved to see she’s still there, asleep next to me. She stirs and opens her eyes. She glances at me and groans, covering her face with her hands.
I laugh. “Great. Now, that’s just the reaction I love from a woman when she realizes she fell asleep in my bed.”
“Sorry, I didn’t mean it like that,” she says with a wince. “It’s just that I promised myself we wouldn’t do this…as much as I loved it,” she adds as an afterthought.
“Why not?” I ask her, propping myself up on one elbow. I tense, wondering if this is going to be a repeat of what happened in Ireland. Is this where she leaves me again?
“Because, believe it or not, I have a heart, and it’s not going to work for us. I love being with you, Rory, but you live over there, and I live here. I’ll get attached, then you’ll leave for home and I’ll be left to pick up my life again. It can’t lead anywhere.”
“So, you’d rather not try at all?” I frown at her. I know she has issues with trust and commitment, but I never pegged her as the type of girl to give up without trying. “How do you know it can’t go anywhere?” I ask her.
“Because…we’re too different.”
“So? There are always options. Compromises, you know? There are always things you’ll do for the right person. You dropped everything and went over to Ireland for some guy. Sure, he turned out to be a total arse, but you still took a chance, right?”
“Yeah, and that turned out so well,” she mutters, not looking convinced.
“Tell me you’re not into me, and I’ll go,” I say.
She looks at me, and smiles. “Don’t be silly. It’s your freakin’ hotel room.”
I chuckle. “You know what I mean. If you don’t want to be with me, I can handle that—”
“I like you, Rory, and I do want to be with you. That’s the problem,” she says.
“Okay, so come out with me tomorrow. Stay here with me tonight and spend the day with me. I have to fly to L.A. the day after that, anyway.” I pause. “If you’re still not sure about us by the end of tomorrow, I’ll stop hassling you to see me.”
She hesitates for a moment. “Okay.”
I lean over to kiss her. Good. At least I have something to work with now.
However, I also know I’ve only got one day to convince her to give us a chance.
Chapter Nine
Amelia
It’s Friday morning. I convince Rory to let me go home and change before we go out. He’s hesitant, like he expects I’m going to run out on him again. I assure him that all I want to do is take a shower, freshen up, and change my clothes. I kiss him goodbye and catch a cab back to Clare’s, trying not to think too hard about the last twenty-four hours.
Clare’s at home, and gives me one of her annoying, I know what you’ve been up to smiles as she follows me into the bathroom.
“Do you mind?” I say with a laugh as I turn on the faucet. “I know we’re sisters, but I’d rather do this without you standing there watching me.” Clare nods, and sits down on the closed toilet, regardless.
“Come on, Meels. It’s not like I haven’t seen it all before, but I want to know everything,” she adds. “Starting with why the hell you didn’t call me and tell me you weren’t coming home. I was so worried about you, I could barely sleep.”
“Shit,” I mutter, annoyed at myself for being so inconsiderate. “Sorry,” I say as I peel off my clothes and get into the tub. “I didn’t even think.” I close the shower door, sighing as the hot water runs down my body.
“Okay. So, were you at his hotel? All night?” she asks.
“Yes,” I say, smiling while I sponge myself. “And it was pretty, fucking amazing,” I admit. “I’m only back for a shower and to change. We’re spending the day together before he flies to L.A. tomorrow.” She doesn’t say anything to that. I rinse off, get out and grab a towel, wrapping it around me. Clare grins at me like an idiot and I roll my eyes at her.
“Do you want to say something, or are you just going to sit there and watch me like a creep?” I ask.
“I’m quite happy just sitting here like a creep,” she says with a grin. “But seriously, Meels. I’m glad for you. I’m so happy you’re giving him a chance.”
“I’m not doing anything, other than spending a little more time with him to confirm that a long-distance thing just isn’t going to work.”
“Then why go out with him if you’ve made up your mind? That’s not fair to lead him on like that,” Clare says, frowning. I don’t answer. Instead, I run the brush through my wet hair and study my reflection in the mirror. “Because I know you like him. Admit it, you like him.”
“I’m not saying I don’t,” I protest, sick of this conversation. “I’m just being realistic, Clare. He lives in one country and I live in another, half a world away. I just can’t see how that’s going to work.”
In the end, we agree to disagree, but only because I run out of time when Rory arrives to pick me up. I say goodbye, and race downstairs where he’s waiting for me—taxi and all.
“Wow, didn’t you go all out?” I grin. He narrows his eyes at me, playfully.
“Are you making fun of me? What were you expecting, a horse and carriage, or a unicorn?” he says, laughing.
“Now that you mention it…” I say with a giggle. “Come on, let’s go,” I add, taking his hand. “Speaking of which, uh, where are we going?”
“I’m taking you out for lunch and then the rest of the day is a surprise.”
“O-kay,” I say, slowly. I hate surprises. “If I guess, will you tell me?”
“Sure,” he laughs. “But you’re never going to guess.”
When he said ‘lunch’, I hadn’t realized it involved a dodgy-looking taco stand, but then we head off to the surprise part of the day. Every guess I throw at him is wrong, and I’m running out of options. Where would someone who could probably get in anywhere take me if they wanted to impress me?
“Seriously? The zoo?” I laugh, when the taxi pulls up out the front of the Central Park Zoo.
“What? This doesn’t make you want to fall to your knees and profess your love for me?” he asks, pretending to be wounded. I giggle, but secretly, I’m thrilled. It’s been years since I’ve been here.
“I must’ve been about five or six the last time I visited.” I muse, memories floating through my head. “Clare caused an uproar when she got into the monkey enclosure and couldn’t get out. They closed everything off to rescue her. I’m pretty sure it made the news and everything.”
“I bet your parents loved that,” he laughed.
“They were just glad she was okay. Now if it were me, they would’ve killed me...or left me there,” I say, looking to
the ground.
He puts his arm around my shoulders and shakes his head.
“I’m still struggling with the part where you haven’t been here for so long when it’s right on your doorstep.”
I shrug. “My parents weren’t really the type to bring us here much—especially after the last time. They preferred to take us to a museum, or something equally as boring.”
“Then let’s fix that,” he says, leading me inside.
We walk around for hours, hand-in-hand, and I’m having a blast, but it’s not just the zoo—it’s also Rory’s company. We just get on so well together. The conversation flows, and my jaw physically aches from laughing and smiling so much. Every second I spend with him creates another seed of doubt that, just maybe, I’m wrong about there being no point in seeing where this can go.
At every animal enclosure, Rory makes me laugh with his inappropriate, and ridiculous comments, or his animal impressions. I love having him to myself, but when we reach the tigers, I can see that’s about to change. I’d noticed two teenage girls watching Rory earlier, but I dismissed it as me being paranoid. But now, there’s a mob of them, all waiting excitedly for him to walk past.
“I think you’ve been recognized,” I murmur, nodding my head in their direction. He turns around. Teenage girl screams fill the air, loud enough that I wince, and cover my ears. I shake my head, amazed. What the hell is wrong with kids these days? It’s freakin’ country music, for God’s sake, not One Direction. “Teenage girls should not be jumping up and down over a country music star,” I groan.
“Jesus, thanks for bringing me right down to earth, Amelia.” Rory laughs. “Bruise a lad’s ego, why don’t you?”
I roll my eyes. “You know what I mean,” I say, prodding him in the ribs. “Sure, middle-aged women…and grannies, or whatever. But teenage girls? Come on. What teenagers like country music?”
“You’d be surprised,” he says. “Just like I’m surprised at how narrow-minded you are when it comes to music styles,” he teases.
“Excuse me. I’ll have you know I have very broad tastes when it comes to music,” I say, holding my head high.
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