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He snorts. “Why is my family like this? Anyway, I found another one online.”
“What is it?” He’s finally embraced road trip planning and I couldn’t love it more.
“In Galway, we can play footgolf.”
“Footgolf?”
“Yeah, it’s golf with soccer balls.”
“No way. That’s perfect. Now I’m at nine. Just need one more.”
We clean up side by side, and the second the kitchen is done, I pull his hips against mine, my ass against the counter.
“Are you sure you feel good?” Patrick murmurs, his eyes sliding to the swell of my breasts above the scoop neck of the dress.
I move my hands from his neck down his chest and under his t-shirt, sliding my thumb along the hem of his jeans.
“Yes.”
“I’ll be gentle with you, Maddie.” His eyes darken and he tugs up my dress, moving his hands until they’re tucked in my underwear. I breathe out at the pressure already building.
“When do I ever want gentle?” I whisper.
He tugs down my underwear and I step free. I fumble with his jeans and breathe out when I take him in my hand, savoring his hardness.
“Feck, Maddie.” He moans into my mouth and buries his fingers between my legs, sliding on the slick center of me before pulling one leg up around his waist, rubbing himself against me.
“Patrick...” I lean back against the counter with one hand for stability as he pulls a condom out of his back pocket and slides it on.
“You’re so ready for me already, Maddie,” he says with his lips against my neck.
“I might have been thinking about this all day.”
He pushes himself in with a thrust that wasn’t as gentle as he’d promised, then pauses.
I wiggle, trying to get him to move, to ease the ache.
He smiles against my neck and moves me so my back is against a cabinet instead of the counter and I can wrap both legs around his waist, allowing him to take me against the wall,finally moving his length in and out of me. My eyelids flutter as he hits a spot I didn’t even know was there.
Reality distorts as the pressure grows, my orgasm building, pulsing, and when it hits, right before he comes himself, Patrick whispers, “What are you doing to me?”
I can’t respond. Even if I could, I wouldn’t know what to say. I don’t think he meant to say it out loud. Maybe he doesn’t realize he did. Because the thing is, he’s letting me in more each day, and I don’t know what to do with that.
I’m terrified of how it will end.
Maybe I should be the one who ends it first. To get it over with.
But I can’t. I won’t. I could never.
The whole deal here was that I was going to let myself have a fling with Patrick, with whom a future is not possible. So it wasn’t going to hurt when it ended, because I wasn’t going to let myself fall, because I knew what it was all along.
I’m messing it all up.
I’m falling for him.
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PATRICK
