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“Just do it.”
He snorts and follows directions, lowering himself between my legs and pulling me to his face by my ass.
I gasp as he licks me again and again, sucking on my clit at the end of each swipe of his tongue. I roll my hips into his face, and he buries himself in me. I’m almost there. There’s an incredible building of pressure inside me.
Two seconds later, he stops and rips open the condom package, then his face is level with mine, his dick pressing into my entrance.
“And call me a good girl. I’ve always wanted to hear a man say that to me.”
“Good fucking girl,” Patrick says with a wicked smile before pushing himself inside me.
I giggle and pant as he completely fills me. It almost feels like too much. My eyes roll back in my head and I moan, wrapping my legs tightly around his waist. I can feel his eyes on my face, watching me, making sure I’m okay.
“More,” I demand, thrusting up to meet him. “Tell me more.”
“Take my cock like a good girl, Maddie.” Patrick’s words make my walls clench, and I almost come right away. He pushes one of my legs up against my body, hitting a spot that pushes me to the edge.
“Patrick,” I gasp.
“Yes.”
“Do it harder.”
He doesn’t need to be told again, and he pushes harder and faster until the whole world blurs around me.
I don’t need love. I don’t need a boyfriend. In this interlude of my life, I only need this. For once, I feel in control. I’m getting exactly what I want.
But he kisses me in between thrusts, and it’s soft and sweet and gentle. There’s a confusing contradiction to what’s going onwith the bottom half of our bodies and what’s happening with our mouths.
“Maddie, I...” he whispers, but one second later, my muscles contract and I’m coming, wave after wave, and my own moans make it impossible for me to ask him to repeat himself.
I think he finishes it withlike youor maybe it’sneed you.
I pretend I didn’t hear it.
This is just the one time, anyway.
15
PATRICK
Ipull in the driveway of the cottage and dash inside. I need to feed the sheep and shower before heading over to Slea Head Brewery. It’s brew day for our autumn batches. On Friday, Sean prepared the malt and Cormac cleaned the fermenter. He did a great job with the last batch of Golden Amber, so I didn’t even check his work this time. I’d like to start giving him more responsibility. He’s up for it, I think.
But thoughts of the brewery flit in and out around flashbacks to last night—and this morning—with Maddie. At the pub. On her couch. In her bed.
My head has not been on straight since that woman arrived in town.
Christ, leaving her this morning was the last thing I wanted to do. She was standing in the kitchen wearing pajama pants, a fresh tank top, and her adorable glasses, almost making her sexier than when she’s in one of those sundresses or even wearing nothing at all.
I wanted to grab her and kiss her as I left, but once the sun came up, ourjust one timewas over. A stab of regret slicesthrough me at the deal. But it has to be over. That’s what we agreed to.
I swing by the kitchen before striding out the sliding glass door to the backyard. Kitty is waiting for me right outside the house and baas loudly.
“Hey there, girl. Where’s your brother?” I pet her rough head and she nudges into my other hand, where I have a handful of oats. I open my palm and she laps them up eagerly. When she’s done, I walk through the backyard (also sheep pasture) to the small barn that I built last year after getting suckered into adopting these two giant cotton balls. It’s also where I do the sawing and messier work for my furniture.
I need to find time to get back at the furniture. There’s something about making big, heavy wooden pieces that is soothing to my soul. Not like the flimsy bookshelves and coffee tables you find at the big discount stores. I like the idea of something I create being unbreakable.
I quickly toss an armful of hay in the corner of the shelter and wait for Turtle to round the corner and acknowledge my presence. Rolling green hills crest and fall beyond my property and my eyes roam them.
