Page 32 of The Princess and Her Mercenary

Chapter Seventeen

The next morning Keane woke Ndari with a kiss behind the ear. She rolled over and wrapped her arms around his neck kissing him back enthusiastically. He held her face between his palms and looked at her as if memorizing her features.

Finally, after a minute, he said, “You ready to go explore my town, baby?"

She gazed up at him. “I am,” she said. “But first I think we should desecrate your childhood bed. We were too tired to do it last night.”

He grinned down at her. "I love the way you think.”

He kissed her hard, taking her lips and thrusting his tongue into her mouth, then dragged the tiny nightgown Ndari was wearing over her head and tossed it over his shoulder. She had her legs wrapped around his waist before it hit the floor. Keane, who slept naked, was able to thrust right inside her, driving a moan from her lips.

This was not the lazy morning sex she had anticipated but something more desperate and frantic. There was no awkwardness or fumbling between then, just hot, desperate, incredible sex. They couldn't seem to help themselves; they were like kids in a candy store, they wanted everything all at once.

He rolled over with her until he was on the bottom. He nearly rolled right off the side of the bed. They laughed together and then she bent over and kissed him. He wrapped his big hands around her hips and helped her move. She tilted her hips forward and back, she lifted herself with her knees, up and down, until she found a rhythm that had them both moaning in ecstasy.

Unable to contain her loud moans Keane grabbed her head and dragged her face down to his body, pushing her face into his neck to quiet her. They didn't need his mother to hear what was going on. Like teenagers, they finished quickly. Ndari finding her own pleasure with her finger on her clit, using his cock to her satisfaction. Keane followed immediately after, the tight squeeze of her pussy on his dick sending him right over the edge.

Ndari collapsed on top of him and they both lay together breathing heavily. Once they were sufficiently back on earth, they climbed out of bed and got dressed.

Ndari decided for a day of sightseeing, she would wear her short jean skirt, a pair of comfortable low-heeled boots, a low-cut top edged with lace, and a short leather jacket. She looked preppy but fashionable.

Keane wore his usual fatigue pants and tight T-shirt. Ndari wasn't going to complain though, she loved the way that man looked in his gear. She bit the inside of her cheek to keep yourself from smiling as she watched him load his weapons and strap them to his body: one holster, two guns, two knives, a set of handcuffs and a grenade.

“You think we’ll need a grenade?” she asked skeptically.

He mock frowned at her. “Woman, there is never a time where grenades aren’t needed.”

They sat down and had a quick breakfast and coffee with Mrs. Keane. When they finished, they hugged and kissed Mary goodbye, then they were headed back into Dublin.

“Where are we going?” Ndari asked Keane brightly.

He flashed her a look. “We’ll get the tourist shit out of the way first. Going to Guinness.”

She wrinkled her nose. “The beer place?”

“Yeah,” Keane said. “You can't come to Dublin and not do the Guinness tour.”

“Pretty sure I could manage it,” Ndari muttered, but she went along with his plan. It wasn't until they arrived and someone handed her a dark bitter beer that she began to question this idea. “It's 10:00 AM in the morning,” she pointed out, holding the beer like it was going to bite her.

Keane looked down at her. “When in Rome,” he said and tapped the bottom of her glass indicating she should drink.

She took a healthy swallow, wrinkled her nose and said, “Why aren’t you drinking?”

“I don’t drink often,” Keane said. “It clouds my senses and I don't have time for that.”

Ndari snorted. “No kidding, with the amount of enemies you must have, you would need to keep your senses.”

“The only enemies at my back right now belong to you, lady. So you better watch that little mouth.”

“Or what?” she demanded cheekily.

“Or I'll shut it for you,” he said with a quick grin.

“Okay, I vote for that,” she said. “I’ll dump my beer now and let's go do that.”

He laughed, “Nope we're doing the tour.”

Ndari actually had fun and enjoyed learning about how Guinness beer was made. They finished the tour up on the rooftop patio where they ordered some lunch and another beer for Ndari. It was amazing to Ndari how much they had to talk about considering how very different their backgrounds were.

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