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She rubs her sex back and forth across my tongue, hesitating each time I feel her clit. I help her, gripping her hips, and keeping up the momentum when she threatens to pull away, and soon she’s panting, her movements growing more erratic as she spreads her knees wider, allowing me to push my tongue deeper.
I move my left hand from behind my head, find her right hand, and place it onto her pussy. “Touch yourself, Emily. Make yourself come for me like you did before.”
Her finger dips inside her folds, and then, wet, she rubs her clit. Her breathing grows shallow, and she uses another finger, rubbing them round and around, adding more pressure as her thighs shudder against my shoulders.
“Are you nearly there?” I flick her clit and her fingers with the tip of my tongue and thrust two fingersdeep inside her.
“Nearly…” She’s panting.
“Good girl. I can taste you, Emily, I can taste your sweet cum.” I fuck her pussy with my fingers, harder, my knuckles already slick with her juices. “Come for me, puisin, come on my face. Now.”
Her body buckles forward as her orgasm rips through her, and I grab her breasts, kneading them as she leans on me, and her juices trickle into my mouth.
“You’re trembling,” I say as she eventually rolls onto her side, her pussy still in my face.
“My legs…” She’s breathless, but there’s a glorious smile on her face, one that I want to spend the rest of my life watching. “They forgot how to work.”
I ease her onto her back and position myself so that my face is above hers. My cock is like a metal rod between our abdomens.
“They don’t have to do anything now, apart from wrap around my waist while I empty my balls inside you.”
Her hands reach around my neck, her lips smiling against mine. “You say the most romantic things.”
“I try.”
“Eoghan?”
My lips drift down to her neck and linger in the dip between her collarbones. “Yes, mo chroi?”
“Stop talking and fuck me already.”
I suck on her nipple, peering up at her. “I love it when you’re bossy.”
Emily doesn’t tell me that her cell phone has been in airplane mode until we get back to the stables. She turns away from me while I’m feeding Nutmeg and disables it, her shoulders hunched over the handset while it vibrates with incoming messages and notifications.
When she faces me, dragging her eyes away from the screen, her face is wan, faint lines etching themselves at the corners of her mouth.
I go to her and hold her shoulders, lowering my head so that we’re at eye level. “What is it? What’s happened?”
If my father lied to me and has already fired the retaliating bullet at Caleb Murray, I’ll have no choice but to get Emily as far away from here as possible. Fuck getting my revenge on the Murrays; my legacy means nothing to me without her. I’ll spend the rest of my life proving to her that I had nothing to do with this pointless fucking war if that’s what it takes.
But I won’t lose her.
Not for my father. Not for her family. Not for anyone.
“My dad is on his way to Ireland,” she says in a flat voice. “He’s coming to take me home.”
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EMILY
The liesjust keep on spilling.
I promised myself that there would be no more secrets between us, that I would be as honest with Eoghan as he has been with me, but when it comes down to it, I let fear take over.
He doesn’t know my dad. I mean he’s a big old softie most of the time. He likes cheesy Hallmark movies (although he would never admit it), he loves animals (always a bonus in my book), and babies, and he runs errands for our neighbors when they can’t get out of the house because they’re sick.
But my dad also runs the security team for my brothers, and he doesn’t know this, but I once saw him press a gun against a guy’s head and escort him down to the basement of the Wraith, the hotel and casino building owned by Caleb.
