Page 35 of The Celtic Resolution
“I need a date,” blurts out of me with zero thought.
Her eyes widen and a dusting of pink rises across her cheeks. “Huh?”
“Sorry. What I meant to say is I was thinking about Rocky and Sarah’s wedding next month and I need a date because Idon’t want to turn up alone. I’ll know basically no one so I was hoping you’d want to come with me.”
“Is it the knock to the head that’s got you asking?” Her smile teases me and she pats my cheek while cleaning away the rest of the blood.
“No, I’m genuinely asking.”
“Hmm okay.” Her smile widens. “Sure, I’ll be your date. I was already invited so it means I won’t have to show up solo and field a bunch of crazy questions.”
“Thanks.” The word sounds lame to even my own ears. “And thanks for this.” I motion up to my forehead.
Saoirse shakes her head and sets aside the wipe, then she pulls a compact mirror from her pocket and holds it up to me. “Don’t thank me until you’ve seen it.”
The stitching is nearly applied over a three-inch slice on my forehead, sealed with glue and her careful touch. A few streaks of blood still linger but given how heavily it was bleeding earlier, this is a vast improvement. “I stand by my thanks.”
“Sure.” She reaches into the medical kit beside me and pulls out a sticky gauze strip, then leans in and applies it carefully over my wound. “Are you sure you’re not in any pain?”
“Positive. Well, there’s a distant ache but I think adrenaline is working wonders right now.”
“Thought so. Here.” Finished with the gauze, she pressed two painkillers into my hand and offers me a small bottle of water from under the table. She still hasn’t stepped back but the shelves of alcohol behind her head tell me we’re in Hazel’s store room.
“Look at you taking such good care of me.”
“Don’t get any ideas,” Saoirse remarks as I pop the pills and chase them with a mouthful of water. “I need you alive, that’s all.”
“Oh, youneedme?” I tease, closing the water.
“Yeah, because—” She catches my gaze and quickly rolls her eyes. “You’re insane.”
“Am I?” Having been so close to her for the past half hour while she treated me kinder than anyone has inyears, there’s only one thing on my mind and it’s the perfect way to thank her.
Saoirse catches on to my intention when I gently switch our places and press her up against the table with a long, slow kiss. She hesitates for a second then leans into it and clutches at my shoulders to keep me close. But as much as I enjoy kissing her, this isn’t where I want to spend my time. I nibble her lower lip, lazily kiss her jaw and then sink to my knees in front of her while pulling her leggings down at the same time.
“What about Hazel? She could walk in!” Saoirse gasps, clutching the edge of the table with one hand.
I silence her the second I press my mouth to her panties and suck over her hidden pussy. Her free hand flies over her mouth to silence herself and whatever doubts or apprehensions she has about me going down on her vanish the moment I pull her panties aside and bury my face against her pussy. Her hand moves from the table to my hair but her touch is much gentler than it’s been previously.
I’m just happy she’s touching me either way. I focus on her clit with my tongue, kiss her slowly and eat her out with determination to bury myself as firmly against her as I can. Her thighs tremble, her juices flow and her fingers flex desperately in my hair as I lick, suck and kiss her closer and closer to the edge.
I switch between flat licks and pointed flicks, kiss and suck on her clit and lips, then delve my tongue as deeply inside her as I can. And when she falls apart and comes all over my face, she makes the most beautiful muffled sounds I’ve ever heard.
Perfect.
16
SAOIRSE
“Do you want to see?”
A week after saving Bruno’s life, I’m lying in a hospital bed with gel smeared all over my abdomen while a nurse drags a wand over me to check on the health of my baby. Ignoring it is my main goal but the nausea each morning has been overwhelming. I don’t know how other women do it. It feels like the baby is trying to claw its way out of my throat to remind me that it’s here and with no one to talk to about whether this is normal or not, the hospital was my only option.
“Saoirse?” The doctor tries again, pausing the wand on my belly. “Do you want to see your baby?”
I keep my gaze fixed on the opposite wall away from the monitor and map out the multiple faces of the smiling, happy family that stares back at me. “No.”
“Are you sure? There’s not a lot to see at this stage. It’s like a jelly bean but if you look closely?—”
