Page 21 of A Monster Is Coming

“I … no, I’ m not afraid of you.”

“Then what is wrong?”

“There are other women who want you, and they will do anything you want.”

I close the distance between us, so that she could feel the hard ridge of my cock pressing against her stomach. “No other woman makes me feel like that.” I had to stop playing the long game, and instead play the short game.

Ivan, for whatever reason, needed this woman pregnant. It was my job to get her pregnant, and training her, touching her, wasn’t doing the trick. I could no longer attempt to flirt or take my time. I needed to get into her pants, fast.

“Peter?” she asked.

“Is there another guy?” I asked. “Is that why you don’t want me? There is someone else you want.”

“I don’t know what to do with this. I’ve never been put in this position. I … I…”

She was struggling and that was when I realized something. Niamh didn’t have a clue what was happening right now. Even though her father was Finn Byrne, and I had been under the assumption she knew exactly what was going on—sex, fucking, making love, whatever word people wanted to call it—Niamh didn’t have a clue. I was attempting to seduce a woman who’d never experienced it. Did Ivan even know this?

I didn’t know the extent of the abuse she’d suffered at the hands of her father. All I could do was make assumptions.

Sinking my fingers into her hair, I decided to just go for it, and I took possession of her lips, kissing her hard. She gasped, and I used that to my advantage, plunging my tongue into her mouth, and hearing her moan. She tasted like mint toothpaste. She’d not even gotten to sip her coffee, and her cereal wasn’t eaten.

Niamh smelled good, and she tasted good. I ran my other hand down her body, and knew she felt good as well.

My arousal wasn’t forced. I wanted to be inside her. This was not going to be a hard task.

All too soon, Niamh pulled away and nibbled the corner of her lip. “I don’t know what to do,” she said.

I think it could be the most honest she had ever been with me.

“Normally, you kiss me back.”

“I, uh, Peter, I … Pickle Quest is not my home. I don’t intend to stay here too long.”

“You’re moving on?”

“Yes.”

“When?”

“I don’t know.” She frowned. “I don’t know, when it’s the right time. I’m traveling, you know. Making enough to be able to move on.”

Now that was a lie, but I wasn’t going to call her out on it. Niamh wasn’t leaving Pickle Quest alone.

“Then how about you and I have some fun while we’re at it?” I asked.

She shook her head. “I can’t have fun.”

I wasn’t going to be swayed. Winking at her, I pulled her in and kissed her again.

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Niamh

I didn’t want to go to the pool that morning, but Peter was a giant pain in the ass, and wouldn’t take no for an answer. He drove me to the gym and told me to hurry up. We did the usual warm-up, only this time as he helped me into certain positions, I wondered if he was doing it on purpose. His fingers seemed to linger, like he wanted to remind me of his hands on me this morning.

It was impossible to forget the kisses Peter had given me. The one last night and the few this morning. Even when we were alone at the gym, I couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to kiss me again. He didn’t.

But I couldn’t stop thinking about it. That was all I could think about—him and kisses, and so much more.

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