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“If I waited for things to settle down in my life, lass, I’d never get a thing done and I’d be nobody and have nothing.”

Her gaze goes to the sliding glass doors outside. “I’m doing this for your benefit, Declan. My life may turn ugly. I don’t want anyone to suffer for it.”

“Lass, the only person that stands to turn ugly is my da, and I can handle him.” And then I stop myself. What am I thinking? This lass is liable to ditch me like the last one did. Wait until the going gets tough, and then start stringing me along, like I’m a lost fucking puppy, only to tell me that she really didn’t feel it for me, anyway. That she just went along for the ride, since, evidently my ride is more glamorous than most. I pull back. “But, maybe you’re right. Maybe this isn’t the time.”

“I think that’s right, Declan. You seem like such a wonderful man. I’d hate to be the cause of any of your pain. Now or in the future.”

My da once said to me that true love is about sacrificing your needs for someone else’s. It’s about putting your heart into someone, knowing that you’re doing it unselfishly, doing it just for them, because it means more to you to see that person happy, than it is to do anything else, for yourself. Their happiness effectively means your happiness. Those words have never rung truer to me than now. I’m not saying that Moira loves me, but what I am saying is that she’s being completely selfless. She could easily draw me into her world, knowing the risks, but instead she’s putting me first.

“That’s...kind of you, lass.” I say fairly. “Is there anything that I can do to help?”

Her eyes search mine. I can tell that she’s wanted to hear those words from someone for a long time. “Not right now, Declan. Right now, it’s just a hiding and a waiting game.”

I hesitate to ask. “Are you waiting to go back to Scotland?”

She shakes her head no emphatically. “No. Not to stay, anyway. It’s...not safe. Not right now.”

I draw in a deep breath and let it out slowly, as I reach for her cheek. “Well, if there’s anything that I can do, please let me know.”

And I’m about to leave, but something stops me.

Chapter 5

Moira

Hisfaceontheother side of the door both shocks and thrills me. I never expected to see Declan again. Part of me hoped that I was wrong, but the other part, the one that I’m tamping down right now, is wishing like hell that I could change things. That I could turn back the clock. I would never have done what I did. My life would have turned out so much differently. If I’d kept my mouth shut and listened to that voice inside my head that was screaming to get away, and not cave because of my da, I wouldn’t be in this mess.

I wouldn’t have had to flee my homeland at such a time. My da would be as good as dead and not just behind bars. And the man that did his bidding, against his will, would be free as well. All the while I’m thinking this, the most beautiful man stares back at me with eyes more honest than I’ve seen in years. This man is here to apologize to me for looking out for his family. For doing his job. For all intents and purposes, I should be the last person that he apologizes to. I can’t help but think that maybe he’s paying me lip service because of our tryst this afternoon. He thinks that he owes me something for what we did.

As he rises to leave, I touch his arm. “Declan, I want you to know...no matter what your family found out about me...it’s...it’s not what you think.”

He nods, looking at the ground. “I understand, Moira. More than you know.”

I grasp his hand. “Thank you.”

He gives my hand a squeeze, and it’s like an electrical pulse travels through my veins. As much as I attempt to hide my reaction, Declan’s reaction almost matches mine. His eyes go to my lips, and suddenly I’m possessed. His bottom is on my couch, and I find myself straddling him, as our lips and tongues connect. As he pulls the straps down from my jumpsuit, I feel alive again, like he breathes new life into me, and I pull his shirt out from his pants as though his clothes are on fire. With my breasts exposed, his mouth is on them in a heartbeat, making me instantly wet between the legs.

The way he pulls at my jumpsuit bottom, I fear that he’s going to ruin another garment of mine, and it would be worth it, but this material is too strong, so I lift off him and step out of them, leaving only my panties. “Take them off, lass.” He says, his voice husky.

With my eyes, I tell him yes, as I pull them down, squeezing my breasts together in the process. The swell in his pants begs me to free him, and I do. Climbing back onto him, I pull his shirt over his head, and then undo his pants, all the while he sits there, seemingly drinking me in. “God, you are the most beautiful woman in the world, Moira.” He says in awe, making my heart skip a beat. I try not to think about the warm tone in his voice. It’s not sultry, not lustful, is it...love?

Before fear gets the better of me, I go for bold, as I open his pants, sliding them down just far enough. “I want to fuck you with my mouth, Declan.” His cock is exposed, and with those words, I watch it twitch. “I see you approve.”

My brow lifts as I get down on my knees and take him in my mouth. He lets out a choppy sigh that sets my pulse racing, as his cock engorges fully, filling my mouth. It’s the most beautiful dick I’ve ever seen, even though admittedly, I haven’t seen many. Healthy veins pop out the sides, with a shaft so long and perfectly thick, and a head so plump and juicy, I can’t help but suck the tip, effectively sending him into another dimension. His mouth opens but no sound comes out as he tries to absorb the intense pleasure.

“God...Moira.” Is all he manages on exhale, in a soft grunt.

No other man has said my name so beautifully before.

His fingers grasp the couch cushions as I suck the length of him, pumping the shaft in time, while his pelvis moves with me. I’m soaking wet and I can’t wait to fuck him more and more. “What you do to me...” He breathes, sliding his hand through my hair. “I want to feel you, baby.” His hand grasps my arm gently, and I rise, as he rises. Lips on mine, he kisses me so erotically, pulling me to him, lifting me as he enters me, making me cry aloud. He starts walking towards the wall, and my back presses onto it, while he thrusts deliciously hard into me, answering my unspoken request.

We fuck on every other surface, until he reaches my bed. Every wall, every bit of space, like we’re starved for each other, like it hasn’t only been a mere ten hours since we last fucked. As my back finally finds the mattress, he becomes tender, cupping my face with his hands, fucking me slower, deeper, making me so wet and driving me almost to the edge in mere seconds. Back arching, I feel his lips on my breasts, while he thrusts in the perfect angle, so perfect it hits my clit...and I’m gone down the rabbit hole. “Oh! Fuck me, Declan!” I cry out, not recognizing my own voice. “Don’t ever stop fucking me!”

I can feel his balls slamming into me, as he fucks me harder, letting me feel my orgasm like I’ve never felt one before. He’s winded and breathing heavy in my ear as I come down, and he slows, now cupping my face again. His voice is sultry, his eyes hooded when he says. “I think I can get another one out of you.”

With those eyes, that cock, and that voice, there is no contest. I could fuck this man day in and day out and never get tired of it. He lifts slightly, watching my face, and he knows that he’s found the spot when I bite my lip. “God, Declan...how do you know my body so well?” I pant, arching my back again, feeling myself climbing fast, aching to come for him again.

He answers, making my bed squeak, fucking me perfectly, as I feel his cock get impossibly hard inside me, and his soft moans tell me that he’s right there with me. It’s my undoing. My orgasm crushes me, as he catches it, fucking me harder, hitting all the right spots in all the right angles and speed, and it comes out of me impossibly strong, stronger than the one earlier today that I thought would kill me. I never knew I could hit such high notes as I squeal at the top of my lungs, feeling him shoot inside me, wetting me, making me feel things I’ve never felt before.

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