Page 7 of Wild Irish

“That’s not…” She lets out a slow uneven sigh and closes her eyes, like she’s trying to fight back tears.

There was a time when I would have felt something other than irritation, but that part of me died with my brother’s betrayal. Now, the only thing I feel is cold, unrelenting bitterness.

“There’s nothing ye can do out here. I’ll take ye back to my place and ye can call whoever ye need to. But I’d like to get out of these wet clothes before I freeze to death.”

She gives a small nod, and thankfully doesn’t argue.

I turn on the radio, trying to fill the silence. I wince when my voice filters through the speakers. “…It’s safe in yer harbor, but that’s not what ships are for.”

“I think I’ve heard that song twenty times since I arrived here this morning. Who is it?”

I rough my hand over my beard. “Wild Irish.”

She gives a small nod. “They’re good. The song’s a bit overplayed, but I like their sound.”

The sound that vibrates in my chest is a mix between a grunt and a growl.

“You don’t agree?”

“They’re overrated,” I mutter, keeping my eyes on the road, and turning the song off.

Silence fills the car, and I’m grateful when she doesn’t try to fix it.

It’s only when I pull to a stop in front of my house that I glance over at her.

Eyes closed, mouth slightly parted, she’s fast asleep, a piece of lined paper clutched in her hand like it’s a lifeline.

Even though I know I shouldn’t, I take the time to study her.

My cock’s been aching since the second I opened her car door and saw that sweet little mouth of hers parted in an O, her eyes wide when they travelled down my chest, then back up to my face. The way her tongue darted out over her bottom lip, practically begging for my kiss.

If I was back in Dublin, or on tour, I wouldn’t hesitate to let her have a taste. But I’ve got enough to worry about now that I’m back. And judging by how I found her, she comes with her own set of baggage.

Best to just play the good Samaritan, then send her on her way.

She stirs in her sleep and the paper falls from her hand.

Curiosity has me picking it up and unfolding it.

It’s a list.

An odd list.

I chuckle, shaking my head.Kiss a stranger…Skinny dip in the ocean…Cliff dive…

I swallow hard at number twenty-two…Have a mind-blowing orgasm. My cock hardens at the thought of giving it to her and I have to adjust myself.

Hell, having her in my house might be harder than I thought.

Chapter 3

Delaney

Warmth spreads across my skin, starting at my hand, travelling up my arm, then down my chest, straight to my most intimate parts. I moan softly, wanting more, but it leaves me almost instantly, followed by a deep, growl-like voice, “We’re here.”

I startle awake, blinking rapidly as I try to get my bearings.

The guy is watching me, a frown tugging at his lips. My gaze immediately goes to them, which only makes his frown deepen.

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