Page 12 of Irish Fire and Forbidden Love
She turned back to the dresser, exposing her white apple-shaped bottom toward me. I imagined my hands grabbing her hips, shoving my dick inside her, holding her tight against me, but I kept myself steady.
She grabbed a flowy spring dress and put it on. She didn’t bother with underwear.
“I want you to make love to me on the cliffs,” she said.
She fell over me then, pressing her body into me, her lips, both on her mouth and vagina against me. She rubbed against me, and I lay still, unable to move. Unable to do anything but feel her ride up and down on me, and then she was off me, giggling.
She grabbed a blanket, following me out of the bar and to my car. It was a sleek black corvette, one of my favorites whenever I came across the pond. It was also Frank’s least favoritewhenever I lowered the roof as it always parted his hair in the exact worst way, or so he said. That made it all the better.
“Corvette, fancy. You must be some big wig, huh?”
“Something like that,” I said.
I pulled the corvette top down and we drove through the city, neither of us speaking much, just allowing the wind to wipe past us. Maeve was right. The day was perfect. The sun shone bright past the clouds and through Maeve’s hair, which glittered in the light.
There was a tendency to dislike British roads because of their narrowness, especially the ones snaking up the cliffs, being mere feet from a sudden drop, but I enjoyed it. It made it feel like we were flying through the air. Like we were on some magic carpet ride, and Maeve was showing me her world.
“You know, there was one other time in my life I’d been in a corvette,” she laughed, then said, “It was for a Wet Leg concert. My ex was using the car, so my friend and I just decided to go all out.”
“You and your ex shared a car?”
Something flashed over her face, but it vanished too quickly for me to comprehend it, then she replied, “Not usually. He crashed his car one night while drinking, and he needed a way to get to work?—”
“So you let him drive your car?”
“Yeah, well, I get that it was stupid, but back then it made sense. We were living together, and we shared nearly everything else, so why not that?”
“You share musical instruments too, didn’t you?”
“No,” she said that a little too quickly. And this time when I looked at her, her face was a deep crimson. “No, that was one thing we never shared. He wanted to, but my guitar was a gift from my mom back before she passed away. I wouldn’t ever let him use any instrument I owned, and I think that bothered him.”
I took her hand, and she looked at me quickly. I almost expected her to pull away, but she squeezed my hand instead.
When we arrived, I drove toward the parking lot, but Maeve stopped me.
“I’ve got another spot. More private.”
She directed me further down the road, past a collection of gnarled trees bent by the wind, their twisted branches clawing at the gray sky. The road narrowed, the pavement giving way to gravel, and then finally, a dirt parking lot. Sure enough, we were the only car. Beyond the lot, a narrow footpath wove through tufts of wild grass, leading toward the edge of the world.
I turned to Maeve, who’d found a set of sunglasses in my glovebox. They were a little small on her, but somehow, they still fit her heart-shaped face.
“You’re so beautiful,” I said.
“I could say the same thing about you.”
I leaned to kiss her, then my phone went off.
Frank.
I ignored it, but when he called a second time, Maeve said, “Why don’t you answer it? I’ll find us a spot near the top where we can relax.”
“No—” I started, but she was already slipping out of the car, blanket in hand.
I had a mind to just follow her, to let the world beyond us fade into nothing. The way the sun framed her, casting her in golden light, made her look almost otherworldly— like a star on the verge of exploding into something vast and infinite. And I wanted to be there when it happened. I wanted to feel the warmth of her radiance, to be consumed by it, to lose myself in the gravity of her pull.
She moved with an effortless grace that made my chest ache. Every step she took away from me felt like a tether stretching thin, threatening to snap. My body swayed forward, ready tochase after her, to close the space between us, but then Frank’s call cut through the moment.
Reluctantly, I answered, “Frank, it’s not a great time?—”
