Page 103 of The Irish Gypsy
She giggled. "No, he's in the west wing."
"Good. I'll just go over there and drag himout of bed. Do you realize he isn't up yet?"
It took a minute before his intention wasclear to her, but by then, Patrick was already through the doorway.She jumped from the bed and threw on his robe. "No, wait, Patrickdon't!" she cried.
She followed his quick strides down thehallway and across the landing.
Patrick threw open the chamber door andstopped dead on the threshold. The startled young couple sat up inbed, their nakedness forgotten. A stool crashed savagely into thefar wall as Patrick exploded. "What in Christ's name is going onhere?" His face was murderous. "You dare to use my sister for yourwhore?" he thundered.
Terrance shot naked from the bed. "You dareduse mine!"
The words incensed Patrick to an even greaterrage, while Kitty stood helplessly behind him. "You young bastard,I'll kill you," spat Patrick.
Terrance was just as angry. "Don't you thinkI've begged her over and over to marry me? But because of you, youbloody tyrant, she refuses. She's afraid of you; everyone's afraidof you!" shouted Terry.
"By Christ, you don't seem to be!" Patrickblazed.
"I won't see our whole lives ruined by ourbeing kept apart!" shouted Terry.
"Your whole lives?" sneered Patrick. "Myheart bleeds for you! How old are the pair of you? Nineteen?Twenty? I'm past thirty. My life should be settled, but I'm denieda wife, I'm denied the pleasure of watching my own son grow up. Thepair of you make me sick!" He turned from the naked couple,struggling with his anger. His eyes swept over Kitty. "Coveryourself," he demanded savagely, as he stalked from the room.
Barbara pleaded, "Kitty, go after him."
"Are you insane? He's trying to control ablack rage. I wouldn't dare to go near him."
Barbara reached with trembling fingers forher nightgown. "I must have been blind not to know Charles Patrickwas my brother's child. I'm sorry, Kitty."
"We've all made a mess of things," said Terryruefully, his anger dissolving.
Patrick was gone most of the day. At teatimeKitty bade Barbara eat something. "Come, you've had nothing allday. Join me now, for I certainly don't intend for the four of usto dine together this evening."
"Patrick's back. He and Terry have had theirheads together, but Patrick didn't even have a look for me," saidBarbara.
"Naturally! Women must be punished. We mustbe kept in our place for fear we might invade the men's territory.So he'll ignore you, but by God he won't ignore me! Now eat up andthen make yourself scarce. Men are very prickly where their sistersare concerned. The state of their own morals has absolutely nothingto do with it."
Patrick dined alone. The thought of aconspiracy which perhaps Kitty had authored still rankled, but thethought of her hiding in her room annoyed him. He wasted no time onbrandy and cigars, but went upstairs immediately after dinner. Hegave a low knock on her door and entered. She wasn't there.Perplexed for a moment, he went through to his own chamber. She wasin his bed! His lips twitched, but he was silent. He undressedleisurely, taking all the time in the world, but there was nomovement from the bed. Finally he got into bed and lay with hishands clasped behind his head. After all this time he knew shenever would make the first move. "You are the most provoking wench!You crawl into my bed so I can't ignore you, then do your damndestto ignore me. Feigning sleep will do you no good whatsoever,Kitty." In a flash he lifted her on top of him. Her eyes shot openand she tried to roll away but he held her firmly pressed againstthe length of him. His hands slipped up the backs of her legs underher nightgown. When they reached her hips, he clamped her firmly tohim, ensuring any wriggling on her part would only bring addedpleasure.
"What about Barbara and Terry?" she askedfaintly.
"To hell with them," he said. "What aboutPatrick and Kitty?"
She giggled.
"There's no hope for Barbara, anyway. Onceyou've bedded with a Gypsy, no other mate is wild enough for you,"he teased.
"Oh, really? And what about the O'Reillyblood? I'd say it's too hot to be considered normal," she said andlaughed.
"Would you?" he sounded most pleased. "Areyou going to use your nails and teeth on me again, you littlewitch?"
"That just proves I'm more passionate thanyou," she provoked.
"Is that what biting proves?" he asked andpromptly took her nipple into his mouth. She screamed in mockterror.
After their desires had been sated, shestretched against him like a cat.
He whispered erotically, "When I give youcream, you purr."
She sat up and threw the covers back.
