Page 109 of Ruck Me

Chapter35

AOIFE

Eoin and Declandeveloped a truce of sorts. Or, at the very least, they weren’t at each other’s throats anymore. Who knew what they got up to at practice though? I’d asked but had gotten the same answer from both: an indifferent shrug and some version of “Everything’s grand. Don’t worry aboutit.”

So I’d decided notto.

Besides, things were going well. I had no reason to complain.

Except Idid.

Over the last several weeks Eoin and I had developed a comfortable, if not dynamic, routine, our relationship lacking a lot of the heat we’d shared before. We’d had sex a few times, but each time I’d felt like he was holding back, afraid to hurt the baby. Or maybe he was holding back because he wasn’t totally on board with me, withus.

Whatever the case, it was a fucking shame since I was horny all the damn time. This morning I’d woken up from a particularly filthy dream involving Eoin, me, and a whole lot of lube, my panties soaked and my body trembling. I shimmied under the covers to wake him up with a blowjob, but instead of riding me like I’d begged him to, Eoin had rubbed my clit until I came, blinking away tears of frustration.

I wanted him like I never had before, but sometimes I worried he didn’t want me anymore.

He said it was because he didn’t feel comfortable fucking me across the hall from my brother, but the explanation didn’t make me feel any better. I couldn’t wait to move into my apartment downstairs. The architect my brother hired added extra insulation and sound proofing—both to protect Declan and Sophie’s ears from my little man’s wailing and to protect his sensitive ears during nap time. I was counting on it to muffle my moans once I finally persuaded Eoin to fuck me properly again.

Just two more days, I thought, my clit throbbing in anticipation.

But first, I needed to spend a boat load of cash atIkea.

Eoin trailed along behind me, a scowl etched on his face. Everything I pointed out, he found something wrong with and his attitude was driving me nuts—especially since we were furnishing my place. Not his … and certainly notours.

Which was maybe why I was a little bit testy, too.

“Do you need to wait in the car?” I asked, my hands resting on the small of my back as I sought relief from the pain of carrying around the equivalent of a sack of potatoes all day. I was finally showing—no more burrito baby for me!—and my back ached something fierce if I was on my feet too long. I’d known this shopping trip was going to be trying; I just hadn’t anticipated Eoin would be a bigger pain in the arse than my sciatica.

“Here, let me,” he said, his fingers digging into the exact rightspot.

I arched my back, and a small groan of relief slipped past my lips, drawing one from Eoin a second later. Glancing over my shoulder, I took in his face, his pupils blown wide from lust. I leaned into his touch, my ass flush against his cock. God, he felt so good pressed up against me like that. Briefly, I wondered if I could come just from rubbing up against him. I was so primed it wasn't outside the realm of possibility. Glancing around to make sure no one was watching, I rolled my hips like a cat in heat, his thickness fitting perfectly in the crevice between my cheeks.

Eoin’s fingers stilled on my back. “Aoife,” he growled, the warning clear.

“Yes?” I asked innocently, dismissing said warning with another roll of my ass against hiscock.

“Stop it,” he said, taking a step back, removing that delicious appendage from my vicinity.

My head dropped back on a suppressed wail. “Please,” I begged like a child who’d had its favorite toy taken away. “I need your cock. Like, I physically need it. My hormones are out of control.”

“Aoife!” he hissed in horror, his eyes darting left and right to make sure no one had overheard.

We were tucked away in the tiny kitchen of one of those faux apartments that were scattered throughout the warehouse to show shoppers how they could fit €3000 worth of merchandise into 45 square meters, the only people occupying the entire space. The closest other customers were across the aisle looking at beds; I seriously doubted they’d heard a word I’dsaid.

When it became apparent Eoin wasn’t going to let me keep rubbing all up on him in public, I plopped down on the sofa, and crossed my arms. “You’re no fun,” I pouted while he looked to the skylights and counted to one hundred. He’d been doing that a lot lately, and it drove me nuts. I didn’t want him to exercise patience and restraint; I wanted him to tear my clothes off and ravage me until I was screaming hisname.

But maybe not in Ikea, so I decided to cut him some slack. Thistime.

When he’d finished counting and the tent in his jeans had fallen to half mast, Eoin sat next to me and looked around the furnished space. “I hate thisroom.”

I narrowed my eyes at him. “It’s a good thing we’re not shopping for youthen.”

He leaned back against the sofa and stretched his long legs out in front of him. “We could be,” he stated, broaching the subject we’d fought about several times since the builders indicated they'd nearly finished the build-out.

“Are we having this conversation again? In Ikea?” I turned to face him, my eyebrow raised in disbelief.

With the back of his head resting along the back of the sofa, he eyed me down the length of his nose. “I’m going to keep bringing it up until you change yourmind.”

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