Page 74 of Her Irish Treasures
Aidan gave me a deceptively sleepy look. “I didn’t take you for a fuck ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “Sure, now, though I’m betting that one of you warned her I’d be exactly that sort.”
She loosened her arm so she could slide back down to the mattress, though she kept a handful of my hair threaded through her fingers. “Actually, it was Doran who said it first. He said he’d kill you if you hurt me, and that the only pot of gold you have is what’s in your pants.”
I dropped down on top of her, though I shifted most of my weight down toward the foot of the bed, with only my upper body draped across her stomach. “Well, it’s certainly true that I’m pure gold in me pants, but I assure you, I have plenty of gold elsewhere.”
Laughing softly, she combed her fingers through my hair and gave a shy, soft look up at Aidan. The kind of look that cracked open the coldest, grimmest heart of stone ever to walk the earth. “You don’t mind?”
His jaw worked. His eyes shot daggers. But he swallowed hard and cleared his throat gruffly. “Fuck no. The leprechaun stays.”
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Iwasn’t sure how long I slept, though my body insisted that years had passed while I lay sleeping. My muscles were so stiff that I winced as I sat up. I swung my legs off the edge of the bed and sat there a moment, waiting for my thighs to stop quivering.
I had a good solid ache in my core, but this muscle soreness was from that endless climax Keane had given me. While Warwick fucked me.
Just remembering made my cheeks scorch. Though there wasn’t anything shy about my pussy. Like a cat, it woke up with a luxurious stretch and purr, wondering where the guys were. Whether we could go for round two with Aidan this time. How hard would I come if Keane took off his gloves?
I slowly shifted my weight off the bed to my feet, making sure I could stand. I wavered a little but managed to shuffle toward the bathroom. Sunlight poured in through the window, illuminating the bedroom that I’d paid little attention to last night.
The room was plenty big, even with a massive bed and a couple of chairs in front of a cold fireplace lined with large river rocks. I hadn’t really noticed last night, but everything was wood. Even the ceilings. Was this house a log cabin?
The furnishings were nice but dated, as if someone had picked out a bedroom suite in the nineties. Huge cream-colored pieces with fake gold trim and knobs. Even the curtains were an odd paisley in green and maroon, though the fabric was heavy and expensive looking.
I scooped up the robe I’d used last night and hopped in the shower again. Now that I was looking and paying attention, I realized the bathroom was also outdated though pristine. The sink was a clamshell shape, though the tiles were timeless marble. Not a speck of mold in the shower and the glass door was crystal clear. Either the place was rarely used—or they had an excellent cleaning crew.
Back in the robe with my hair in a towel, I headed toward the bedroom, not sure what I was going to wear.
I shouldn’t have worried. Aidan sprawled in one of the chairs, jean-clad thighs spread wide, plain white T-shirt, and of course, his leather jacket back where it belonged. A tray sat on the small table between the chairs with two paper cups and a box. The familiar duffel bag waited on the bed, probably with fresh clothes from Vivi’s.
“Coffee?” I asked hopefully.
“You know it.”
Not bothering to get dressed first, I sat in the other chair and picked up the paper cup, still nice and hot. I took a sip and closed my eyes in bliss. I wasn’t sure what time of the day it was, but damn, I had really needed a shot of caffeine.
“Is it alright?”
I hummed out a pleased sigh and took another, longer sip. “Delicious. Thank you.”
“When Red brought coffee to the warehouse, I didn’t taste any sugar or flavoring, so I kept it simple.”
I thought a moment, replaying that day in the warehouse. I’d been nervous for the guys to meet my gorgeous best friend. So nervous, in fact, that I’d been thinking some not very nice things about myself. To silence those negative thoughts, Aidan had grabbed me close and kissed me thoroughly.
Our first kiss. Two kisses, actually.
I couldn’t remember him drinking any of Vivi’s coffee. So if he hadn’t tasted sugar or flavorings…
It’d been the taste of coffee onmytongue.
A man of few words, most of which were growled or cursed or muttered with a dark look. Yet he’d been the one to fetch me a bag of clothes, not once but twice now. Even more impressive, the clothes he brought made sense and went together. He’d picked up fresh coffee, made perfectly because of the way I’d tasted when we kissed.
“It’s exactly right,” I whispered. “Thank you.”
“Figured you’d need to eat,” he replied gruffly. “I’m sick of fast food, so I got something better.”
Curious what he meant, I set the coffee down and looked in the cardboard box. Buttery, flakey croissants that smelled divine. Butter, yeasty bread, and… “Chocolate croissants? How’d you know that was my favorite?”
