Page 36 of Three Irish Kings
I hum, placing a hand high up on her thigh, hoping for round two, but she’s asleep within minutes.
I chuckle at her light snoring.
I can’t fall asleep for obvious reasons.
My eyelids sure are heavy, though...
I wake up to Liam barking out my name and kicking me off the bed.
“Fuck!” I cry out as my hip painfully hits the hardwood.
Liam yanks me up and out of the bedroom, and through it all, Isla doesn’t even miss a snore. She must be a heavy sleeper.
“What in the fuck are you doing?" He snorts, looking utterly disgusted. “Did you fuck her?”
“It wasn’t like that,” I argue, adjusting my clothes.
“So, youdidn’tfuck her.”
“I didn’t say that.”
“Of course, you fucked her. What else did I expect? She could have run off while you were sleeping, you idiot!”
“It’s not like I forced her, Liam. She wanted it as badly as I did.”
“Oh, sure. Did she tell you she loved you, too? That you’d grow old together and have a fucking picket fence?”
“No.” I sound like a sullen teenager, but I can’t help it.
The thing is, Liam is right. I shouldn’t have fucked her. I shouldn’t have fallen asleep next to her. Regardless of how I feel about her, I don’t actually know the woman.
And she’s a prisoner here. If she hadn’t fallen asleep, she’d be gone.
“At least you know what you’ve done wrong.”
I grin. “I fucked her to sleep.”
I expect Liam to roll his eyes, maybe call me an idiot again, but instead he grabs the front of my shirt, slamming me up against the far wall.
“This isn’t a bloody game, Dare. I’m doing my best to keep this woman alive, but if she escapes, my father... he’s not just going to let her go. You know that.”
I deflate, and Liam lets me go. I stumble but remain standing.
“You’re right, man. I’m sorry.”
He rolls his eyes this time, and I’m almost grateful. This whole situation has gotten him so twisted. It’s gotten all of us twisted.
And I’m just fanning the flames. Maybe Iaman idiot.
“I’m glad I came over early. I was going to give you until midnight, but something told me to come check up on you.”
I hate the idea that Liam has to check up on me, but if he hadn’t...
“Look, Liam, I really am sorry. Truly. I was thinking with my dick?—”
“A common pastime of yours.”
I huff out a breath. “I know. But I won’t do it again. I’ll stay vigilant, or whatever.”
