Page 26 of The Irish Redemption

I am utterly and completely at the mercy of the best sex of my life. I grip his shoulders, scratch his back, and bite his lip as the pleasure grows quick and fast inside me, like a ball forming tight in my lower belly. Cormac fucks me faster, his hips slamming harder and harder into mine until we’re both panting so much that we can’t maintain a kiss.

His open mouth simply rests against mine, and we share air, locked in each other’s eyes until his rhythm starts to falter and the ball inside me explodes and spreads tingling warmth all the way through my body.

He fucks my orgasm right out of me, and I come with a scream that he drinks down with the cockiest fucking smirk I’ve ever seen a man wear. Cormac comes a few seconds later, burying his thickness deep inside me and flooding my insides with his load. He thrusts three more times and then grinds against me, as if packing his seed as deep as he can.

Then he kisses me hard, our hands still locked together above my head.

Holy shit.

That’s the best sex I’ve ever fucking had. With a dangerous man I barely know. It has to be the adrenaline, right?

Cormac kisses me softer, and his movements are gentle as he slides his cock from my pussy. He somehow manages to clamber into the front seat and passes me a bottle of water that I drain immediately. My throat is parched, and I’ve sweated so much that I may as well have been running a marathon.

My body aches and my pussy throbs like a pulse, but what affects me the most is the loss of Cormac’s hand in mine. It was such a simple,small thing, but for some strange reason, it makes my heart heavy to no longer have it.

“You good?” Cormac asks, passing me my T-shirt and helping me redress the best he can from where he sits.

I merely nod. I have no words.

Not one.

I dress just in time as a second later, there’s a knock at the steamed-up windows. Cormac pushes a button and lowers the window next to him, revealing Hank who hands him an electronic tablet.

“We’ve got something,” Hank says.

Just like that, the air of sex vanishes and a more serious weight settles over the car. As Cormac studies whatever is on the tablet, Hank jogs around to the driver's side and enters the car, then he passes me an energy bar from the glove compartment.

As I lean over to accept it, I glance down at the tablet in Cormac’s lap and my heart leaps.

On the screen are two pencil sketches of a man and a woman. Like a jolt of lightning in my mind, the face of the dead man in the tub suddenly snaps clear in my mind, no longer consumed by the wound to his throat.

I remember him. And not only that, but I also know he’s been at this motel before.

“Who are they?” Cormac asks, enlarging the pictures.

“No clue,” Hank states. “But it’s a start.”

“I know,” I say softly.

Cormac whips around to face me, his brow knitting together. “What?”

“I’ve seen them before, here at Sunrise.”

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CORMAC

“Explain.”

The tablet lands on the table with a clatter, bouncing once, then Evelyn catches it with her hands and settles it in front of her.

“I don’t know how much help this will be,” she says, wincing slightly as she shifts her weight back and forth on the seat.

The only thing keeping me calm is the lingering bliss from fucking her senseless in the back of the car. It was sudden and unexpected but close to the best sex I’ve ever had at the drop of a hat. The adrenaline rush from pulverizing that asshole and then spilling a load into someone so beautiful is a rush.

It’s nice to know I’ve still got it.

“I don’t know their names,” Evelyn says, tapping on the screen to enlarge the picture of the woman. “I’ve seen her at the motel quite a few times with a lot of different men and women. She’s an escort and goes by the name Peach. I’ve spoken to her maybe once or twice with room service, and she’s always been very sweet.”

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