Until Ireland

by Tl Reeve

  Her sharp nails dug into the skin of my back as I pushed through the tightness of her channel. I couldn’t look away as each inch of my dick was gobbled up by her silky cunt. I only stopped once I was balls deep inside her. I knew the little wildcat beneath me had broken the skin where she clung to me, and I didn’t give a shit. Every mark she left on my body was worth it.

  “Jesus, fuck, baby, you’re so damn tight,” I muttered against her neck as I waited for her small body to adjust. I planned to fuck her all night long, so if I rushed it this time, next time I’d go slower, giving her long, hard strokes to keep her coming.

  “Mack,” she cried out, her hips bucking up, causing my dick to sink in even deeper. “I need—"

  “Settle and give me a second, cupcake,” I said hoarsely, feeling her channel ripple and flex around me, stealing my ability to breathe momentarily. “I know what you’re craving, and I’m going to give it to you, I promise, once you adjust to me.”

  Ireland whimpered. Her red hair stuck to her forehead as her head tossed from side to side on the pillow. I fisted her long locks, holding her still so I could claim her lips in a hungry kiss. I consumed her mouth until I felt her body soften and become more pliant. Gathering her up so her legs rested over my elbows, I planted my hands on the bed above her hips, opening her sex to me and allowing me to plunder her body.

  Together we moved in a sensual rhythm. I kept a tight hold of her hip as I powered in and out of her. The headboard slammed against the wall, keeping a hard, steady cadence as I rode her through her first release. Her pussy rippled around me, trying to milk the cum from my balls, but I gritted my teeth, determined to not give over so quickly. Sweat covered us both as the scents and sounds of our fucking.

  I wanted her to come again before I orgasmed.

  “You’re going to get off on my dick again, aren’t you, baby?” I panted when I felt the familiar tingle at the base of my spine.

  Ireland looked up at me under heavy lidden eyes. “Together,” she pleaded.

  I gave her a nod, hurtling her body toward another release. When her little sheath began to drain my dick, I released her legs to pin her arms over her head. I swiveled my hips ruthlessly, boring into her and bottoming out inside of her heat.

  I felt the rush of her arousal around me before I planted myself deep and came, seeing stars as I chanted, “Take it, baby. Take it all.”

  Both of us were gasping for our breath as my pulse hammered and my body shook with pleasure. When I finally gathered my wits, I pushed my weight off of Ireland and looked down at her. Her eyes were closed, her lips were swollen and red from my kisses.

  “You okay?” I asked, knowing I had been anything but gentle our first time out the gate. Truth be told, my dick was still rock hard and enjoying the warm silky feeling of her being wrapped around me.

  “Umm-hmm,” she responded while her eyes fluttering open. Her pupils were blown from gratification, and she looked blissed out of her mind.

  I’d do whatever I could to make sure she stared at me like this every damn time. Carefully, I eased myself from her body. I watched in rapt awe as my cum trickled out of her body. Sexiest thing ever, but it also meant we were going to need to have a conversation. I should’ve been pissed off at myself or nervous. Yet, I was calm.

  I ran a hand down my face.

  Jesus, in my entire life I’d never taken a partner without a condom, even if the woman assured me she was on the pill. I’d known one too many friends who played fast and loose and paid the price nine months later. Yet with Ireland, it hadn’t even been more than a passing thought. And I wasn’t running for the door at the idea of getting her pregnant. If anything, the idea of her carrying my child turned me on even more.

  I got up and went to my bathroom naked and with my dick still hard. I pulled a washcloth from the closet and got it wet with warm water before returning to my bed to take care of Ireland. Being as gentle as possible, I cleaned her up before I threw the cloth back into the bathroom.

  Gathering Ireland into my arms, I pulled the covers over us both, and she cuddled into my chest. I played with her hair, knowing chances were high she was going to at the very least give me a strike or cut my balls off for this mistake. “We should talk.”

  Her head jerked back, and her green eyes searched mine. “You know, that’s never a good way to start a conversation. Especially after sex.”

  I chuckled, loving her sense of humor. I watched her face intently as I laid it out to her. “This is true, but this conversation is best done right after sex when you realize you forgot to wear a condom.”

  Her only reaction was the widening of her eyes. “Last time I looked, it took two to tango, Mack.”

  I smiled at her. “Might be true, cupcake, but it’s my job to protect you.”

  She snorted and looked at me like I’d said something stupid. “No, it’s not. It’s mine.” She patted my cheek. “I’m on the pill, so you don’t have to worry about knocking me up.”

  I smirked. “I wasn’t worried about getting you pregnant, Ireland. Truth be told, I was more worried you’d give me a strike for not wearing a condom.”

  That fucking giggle of hers was going to be my undoing. “Relax, big guy. I’m a firm believer we’re equally responsible for practicing safe sex. In this case, we both failed.”

  He nodded. “As added reassurance, if you want, I’ll go get tested.”

  She cocked a brow at him. “This happens a lot then?” I didn’t miss the look of disappointment in her eyes.

  “Fuck no. It’s never happened,” I assured her. “You’re the first.”

  She smiled at me, her green eyes sparkling. “Same.”

  “I like the idea of being the only guy who’s ever fucked you without protection,” I stated.

  She gave me a playful shove. “You would.”

  I chuckled softly. “I’m only speaking the truth.”

  “Me too,” she said softly with a yawn. “I like being the only one.

  I pulled her closer, relaxing into our shared embrace. “Thank you, baby.” I pressed my lips to her forehead. “Get some rest, cupcake.” I glanced down at her, only to realize she had already dozed off. Laying there, staring down at her, I felt a bit more of me settled. I never thought I’d be the one who’d fall in love at first sight, but here I was. If I was supposed to be afraid or anxious, I didn’t feel either emotion. If anything, I was excited by the prospect of spending the rest of my life with this woman.

  Now, all I had to do was make her my wife.

  Chapter Seven

  Ireland

  * * *

  The alarm on my phone roused me from sleep. Today was the day. An excited squeal passed my lips as I stretched out beside Mack. His soft, sleep-addled chuckle warmed my chest as he rolled over and pinned me with a playful look. Ever since the night of Waverly’s birthday party, I’d spent my time at his ranch home or over Flame in his apartment. There were no awkward conversations about living arrangements or anything. We kind of just did it. We’d been inseparable for four weeks.

  And today was finally the day.

  It had taken longer for our parts distributor—the new one, not the old one—to send out the transmission we needed for the Aston Martin along with the list of replacement parts.

  After a more thorough investigation of the clutch, Landon and I concluded someone tightened the clutch to give the illusion of a smooth shift. Once the adjustment had been made, every time I shifted, the gears would grind, leaving me wincing in pain. Then upon further inspection, we both noticed some of the import work hadn’t been done either. There was over two thousand dollars in parts still needing to be put onto the vehicle to make it roadworthy in the states.

  “Good morning, gorgeous,” Mack’s rough, sexy voice sent a thrill down my spine. “You’re in a delightful mood.”

  I was. Today I’d get my hands dirty with foreign grease. “The truck should be to the shop sometime this morning, and by this afternoon, I can begin fixing your car.�
� Fixing didn’t sound appropriate enough for an Aston Martin. I should’ve said painstaking surgery instead.

  “So, do you have a few extra hours?” He groaned as he stretched.

  “Maybe a couple, sure?” I grinned, rolling over into his arms. “What did you have in mind?”

  He flipped our positions so that I was below him, his large frame looming over mine. “Something fun and time consuming.” He fit his hips between my thighs. “Something that will make you scream in delight and leave you breathless.”

  I hummed in approval. “I like the way you think, sir.”

  “I thought you might.” He kissed me again, his hands roaming my body while he flexed his hips. He swallowed my groan as he maneuvered himself to my entrance and pushed forward. “Fuck, I love how tight and warm you are.”

  Since our conversation, condoms weren’t a thing for us, and I couldn’t say I minded. Not when the piercing at the tip of his cock rubbed my sweet spot so well. It left me trembling and on edge more often than not. I arched to him, running my blunt nails down his back when he hit a particularly sensitive spot.

  The man craved my orgasms. The intense way he stared at me, pushing me hard until I shattered in his arms and floated on a cloud of bliss would never get old. I held on to him as we rocked together, and when I thought he’d send me crashing into the best climax ever, he stopped. Mack pulled out then slid down on the bed and buried his face between my legs. The sight of him there, feasting on my pussy, had me coming hard. I fisted my hand in his hair, riding his face through the bone-shattering pleasure.

  He didn’t stop at one release though. The second time he built the anticipation, tracing my clit but never touching the hard bead. He did this several times before he dropped his mouth and began tongue-fucking my hole. My eyes rolled back. My breath hitched. I was pulled tight by the carnal desires flowing through my limbs. I needed him back inside me, even though he’d be content to devour me with only his tongue and mouth.

  “Mack,” I sobbed. “Please.”

  His rough chuckle vibrated through me, catching me off guard and igniting my orgasm. The rush of bliss stunned me. The desperate sounds he made at the back of his throat while he sucked and nipped on my core rocked me. When he did finally fill me again, I shuddered. Sparks of my lingering climax snapped across my skin and within my belly. I jerked against him, moaning as the excitement crackling along my senses. My eyes fluttered shut as he began again with the ruthless strokes of his cock along the sensitive walls of my vagina.

  This man possessed me. Marked me. He was ruining me for anyone else. I had a feeling the first time we had sex that was what he’d been doing, putting his stamp on me so I couldn’t leave. Now, I knew that was the truth, and damned if I cared. I wanted it. Needed it. It scared the fuck out of me, having someone so possessive in my life after what happened with my ex, but Mack... I’d walk through fire for him.

  He brushed his lips across mine, drawing me back to where we were connected. His gaze, though blazing with arousal and desire, also held a note of worry. “Where’d you go?”

  I couldn’t brush him off. He’d see right through me. “I...” He stopped moving, burying himself as deep as he could go and making it all that much harder to form the words I wanted to say to him. “I was thinking I was thinking about how lucky I am that you’re mine.”

  A cocky glint filled his eyes as the corner of his mouth tugged into a smirk of pure masculinity. “Of course I am. Haven’t you figured it out yet, Ireland? I’m not going anywhere. You’re it for me.”

  Sure, all guys would say that when they were buried in a girl’s wet pussy. Afterward though, they’d find a new hole to put their dick in, or some of the girls found new dicks to use. But with Mack, even though we’d only been together a couple of months, I believed him. He began to move again, his gaze locking with mine. I could see the ecstasy etched there, and it left me desperate and aching for him. I yearned to believe him. God, I wanted this so bad. He was perfect. Demanding, sure, but he was everything I wanted and more.

  “Feel me,” he whispered against the shell of my ear as he buried his face in the crook of my neck. “You’re mine, Ireland. I won’t take no for an answer.”

  He oozed confidence bordering on domination, and I liked it.

  “Yes.” I bit my lip as he hit a particularly pleasurable spot inside of me. Over and over again, he rubbed the area with the pierced tip of his cock until I held my breath, all of my attention focused on where we were connected. And when he fit his thumb to my clit, giving it a firm roll, I snapped. The ball of pleasure building within me exploded, sending wave after wave of bliss rolled over me. I shook from my orgasm, crying out as I held him to me. His low groan added to the sensory overload battering my body. His pace stuttered, and his harsh pants turned to sexy little grunts before he filled me completely and let go.

  Mack collapsed over me, making sure not to hurt me. Heck, even if he did smoosh me, I wouldn’t have cared. We laid there gasping for air as we came down together in our post-sex bliss. Then, I chuckled. The endorphins, man. I couldn’t help it. I covered my eyes as I laid there groaning with each bubble of laughter spilling from my lips. We were like horny teenagers.

  “Well, someone’s in a good mood,” Mack teased, rolling us so I was laying across his chest.

  “I’ve been in one since I woke up. Now, I’m sex drunk,” I corrected him. “Sex drunk is the best.” I placed my ear to his chest and sighed as I listened to the steady beat of his heart. “I could stay here forever.”

  “We could call out today. Order in food from the restaurant. Fuck. Watch some boring movie so we could use it as an excuse for more sex.” He rubbed my arm. “No one would have to know.”

  I snorted. “My brothers would know.” Not that I cared if they did. They’d fucked off a time or two over the years to spend time banging a girl they met at bar. Me though, I think they’d have a conniption if I didn’t show up at the shop. “Besides, I get to play with your Aston Martin today.”

  “How can you take something non-sexual in nature and make it sound dirty as fuck?” He kissed me. “Even my dick is hard again thinking about you getting your hands greasy with my Aston Martin.”

  I grinned. “Because fixing an engine is like foreplay. Turning it over once everything is finished and listening to them purr is the sex and orgasm.”

  “Fuck, you’re amazing.” He pulled me astride him. “We can be a little late, right?”

  I laughed. “I won’t tell if you don’t.”

  * * *

  My phone rang as I stepped out of the shower. Our second session had gone a little longer, and now, I was really running late. I knew it was Hunter checking on me before I even saw the caller ID on my phone. I ran my finger across the screen as I began to dry off. “Hey, sorry. I’ll be there in twenty, depending on traffic.”

  “Not a problem. You don’t always have to be the one to open the shop, you know.”

  Yes, yes. We’d been through this several times already. My brothers thought I didn’t trust them. I happened to be the first one out of the house every day. It had nothing to do with them. “Well, I appreciate it.”

  “But that’s not why I called,” he said. “Did you lend your Triumph to Jackson? I know he was supposed to be at Flame later this afternoon, so I wasn’t sure.”

  My bike was gone? I put the phone on speaker so I could get dressed quicker. “Give me a second, I’m on my way.”

  I rushed through drying myself off then dressed and pulled my hair into a bun at the nape of my neck. Today would be a zero makeup or haircare kind of day. Probably was for the best since I’d be doing some heavy-duty work.

  “I just checked Jackson’s room. He’s still here. He said he was using his Comet.” The concern in Hunter’s voice had my stomach in knots.

  “I gotta go, Hunter. I’ll be home in twenty, if not sooner.” I hung up before he could get a word in edgewise, then hurried through the bedroom to the stairs. “Mack, I need to run.” />
  He was there at the landing, watching me. “Everything okay?” His brow quirked in concern.

  “I think so. Maybe. I don’t know. I told Hunter I’d meet him at the house.” I smacked a kiss to his lips, hating the fact I was lying to him. A wave of fear washed over me as I stepped away. “I’ll call you later and let you know how things are going and if there was an emergency. Knowing my brothers though, it’s not.”

  It wasn’t a coincidence—what happened around me. I already knew that much. No way it was. Add in my bike, and I had a feeling I was being targeted. Had Edgar found me? My heart pounded. A cold sweat broke out at my temple as I trembled. No. No way. He wouldn’t have. Instead of calming down, the idea took root. I couldn’t concentrate. I had to get away.

  I started my Coupe and allowed it to idle for a moment before dropping it into drive and exiting Mack’s long driveway. Guilt ate at me as I drove away. We’d had such a good morning until my phone rang. I should’ve turned around and headed back. I should’ve told him everything, but I couldn’t involve him in my issues, especially if they were this serious. He might see it as a sign of me not being stable and end up reconsidering everything. The thought of not having Mack in my life made it hard to breathe. In the short time we’d been together, I was quickly falling in love with him. Now, I was potentially throwing it all away because I couldn’t just tell him about my ex and the bullshit he liked to pull. I sat at the stop sign longer than I should have, trying to get my lungs to function and the blur in my eyes to clear.

  Turn around. Go back. Hide at Mack’s house. No one will notice. He definitely won’t care. No. I would. I’d be making a mountain out of a mole hill. I was sure my bike was at the house. Hunter didn’t see it was all. Yeah... I told myself that over and over again on the drive home. When I pulled into the driveway, I found Hunter outside with the back gate ajar. The garage was open. His bike was parked next to Landon’s truck, the Comet was beside it, and...