Page 55 of Vengeful Union

“What if someone catches us?”

“So what if they do?” She sticks her chin out defiantly. “We're married, aren't we? And this is the closest thing I get to a honeymoon.”

I chuckle, releasing her hair and shifting to lie her down on the ground, wishing that I’d brought a blanket. We’re both going to have grass stains and mud on us, but I don’t think either of us cares.

I justwanther, so deeply that it makes my stomach almost ache with need. I can’t think about anything but being inside her.

“This is going to be quick,” I warn, and Lara licks her lips.

“Better make it good, then.”

Chuckling at her sass, I lean down to kiss her, biting her bottom lip as I pull away.

Lara whines and unbuttons her shorts, tugging them down just far enough to spread her thighs.

“Wrap those pretty legs around my waist, honey.”

Despite her attitude, she listens like a good girl.

She pants as I finally free myself from my jeans, and she fills her hands with me as she guides me into her, impatient.

“Just can’t wait to have it, can you?”

She flushes but doesn’t disagree, letting out a long moan when I start to stretch her out.

I can’t believe a woman this beautiful, this sexy, this much of a hellcat in bed, hasn’t been touched in a year. But some part of me also loves that. Some part of me revels in being the only man to touch her in so long.

I feel protective over Lara and if I’m honest, a little possessive. Seeing Terry dance with her had made my head feel full of bees.

“Oh, Rory, I’m going to come,” Lara whimpers after just a few strokes, and sure enough, she’s clenching around me before I even get a steady rhythm.

I want to fuck her through it, make her come again and again, but despite Lara’s dismissal, I’d rather not get caught by one of my father’s men.

I let out a string of curses, some of them in Gaelic, when I reach my peak, and I lean down to press my lips against her neck, leaving a small mark there when I pull away.

Lara sighs, and I smile down at her, letting myself enjoy this moment before pulling out of her.

I pull her shorts back up, adjusting myself back into my jeans.

She crawls into my lap, and I chuckle, wrapping my arms around her waist.

She rests her back against my chest, breathing slowly through her nostrils.

I brush sweaty tendrils of hair back from her face, kissing along her jawline and the upturned corner of her mouth.

“I’ve never done anything like this is public.”

I laugh. “Not sure if this counts as public, honey.”

She huffs. “It totally does. Anyone could have seen us.”

“Maybe my father’s men. But hardly anyone comes down here. It’s kind of my spot.” I pause. “Well, me and Bree. We used tocome down here and play. Once, she got leeches all over her legs playing in the creek, and she screamed so loud.”

I can’t help but laugh, remembering, and Lara laughs, too, the sound musical over the babbling of the creek.

I look down at her, glad that she’s turned away from me so she can’t see my expression. Something’s happening to me when it comes to Lara Burke, and I don’t know how to handle it.

Not only is she beautiful, she’s witty and sassy and smart, all qualities I look for in women. Intelligence is an important attribute, and Lara has it in spades.

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