Page 39 of The Celtic Resolution
Saoirse groans again but doesn’t move. “Lemme cancel.”
“For real?”
Another groan. “No. Can’t.” She stifles a yawn and tightens her grip on the pillow. “Fuck.”
“What if I could help wake you up?”
Saoirse groans again, still not opening her eyes. “Go for it. I’m a heavy sleeper.”
I scoff softly. “Clearly. One kiss and you were awake.”
“Liar,” she says lazily as if the enticing tendrils of sleep are pulling her under again.
“Sure, I’m the liar here.”
Another soft kiss and I move over the top of her, pushing the sheets away with the bulk of my body. My lips don’t leave her skin and from her shoulder, I kiss a slow, lazy path down her spine. She shifts underneath me, curling into the bed and then arching back into my mouth as I kiss lower and lower. Scar after scar is given the same sweet attention until I reach the rising swell of her ass where I pause. I fucked her hard last night and it was fantastic so I’ll be gentle this morning.
Saoirse moans sweetly into her pillow as I grasp both her ample ass cheeks and massage gently, then I slide down between her parted legs and disappear under the cover. She murmurs something I don’t quite catch but before she can repeat it, my hands move to her thighs and I ease them further apart to make room for myself.
Settling in between her legs under the covers, warmth builds quickly. I caress and kiss the silky-soft skin of her inner thighs, then slide two fingers through her pussy and gently part her outer lips. Saoirse moans above me, the sound muffled through the sheets but I know her sounds well enough by now to know it’s a good one. My tongue follows my fingers. Licking her pussy from this angle allows me to pay extra attention to her hole so while my tongue dips inside her as deep as I can reach, my fingertips glide against her clit and follow the jerk of her body as pleasure courses through her.
This early in the morning, with her body already relaxed and sensitive from the night before, it doesn’t take much to work her up. I repeatedly thrust my tongue inside her, chasing the sweetness of her juices while caressing her lips and stroking over her clit in as many patterns as I can manage. Just until Saoirse’s moans peak louder.
“Right there!” she gasps, writhing down against my face. “Right—right there!”
There seems to be applying repetitive pressure to the right of her clit so I oblige, focusing on that area while messily kissing, sucking and thrusting my tongue as deep as I can reach. Her thighs tremble on either side of me and try to close, her hips buck down on my face and her walls ripple and clench around my tongue. I know her signs so I double my efforts.
Saoirse comes with a cry she muffles into her pillow. Her entire body trembles and shakes around me and her left thigh tucks in close against me as if she’s trying to make sure I stay right where I am. I do, of course. Right until the last tremble of pleasure escapes her and she sags down against the bed. I press a final kiss to the swell of her ass and sit up, pulling the sheets with me and wiping her sweetness from my chin.
“Breakfast?”
“Fuck you,” Saoirse croaks with a soft laugh. “Please.”
Motel breakfasts aren’t great but I get what I can from the vending machine and return to the room where we share the chips, soda and two protein bars while lazily discussing the art we saw yesterday. I could spend all day like this if I was allowed but sadly, life eventually interrupts and Saoirse’s alarms blare into life.
“Damn,” she murmurs, sighing deeply. “You make me forget about the world so easily.”
“Is that a good thing?” I ask, relaxing back into the pillows as she kisses my chest and then drags herself from the bed.
“Personally? Yes. But for everyone else not so much.” She dresses slowly and as much as I hate to see her beautiful body covered up, she looks just as good clothed.
“Wait—” Sliding across the bed on my stomach, I wrap my hand around her thigh and pull her closer. “How did you getthis?” My thumb strokes over the thick, twisted scar on her thigh. “It’s scarred worse than the rest.”
“My own doing, partly,” she explains as she clasps her bra. “My older brother, Brenden, was murdered. By one of your lot, actually. We were getting close to cornering him though and he tried to kill Evie, Cormac’s wife. I was with her at the hospital when he came for her and he shot me. Was going to kill me until she stopped him and gave herself up. She’s crazy.”
Shit. I had no idea.
“Anyway, I should have stayed down and waited for help but I was stupid and dragged myself about making the wound worse so it tore, healed badly and scarred badly.”
“Damn.”
“It’s fine.” She brushes my hand away and grabs her jeans. “We’ve all got stories like that, I’m sure.”
“Suddenly prison sounds boring,” I smirk, propping myself up on one elbow. “So what’s got you so busy today? Can I see you after?”
She looks at me over one shoulder with her hair swinging to one side and catching the sunlight. It makes her look angelic. “I have to meet with one of our drug suppliers. We have a pharmaceutical shipment inbound and I’m going to fit it with a few tricks so if they go walkabout, I’ll be able to track them.”
“You think they will be hit?”
