Page 16 of Kissin Irish by Morgan
“So, if I were to attack you again, you’d be in the moment again, aye?”
Cece sat on her hands, staring straight forward. “I never said that. And you wouldn’t. You didn’t know. You thought I was Charlotte.”
Gently, I touched her cheek and steered her face in my direction. “I know who you are now.”
Cece, every part of her was breathtaking. Her green eyes fluttered, bashfully whether she could see out of them or not. She didn’t look blind. Not that it’d be a problem if she did. Her wee nose was perky and perfect. Her plump lips parted as she breathed me in.
She whipped her neck around, turning away from me.
I wondered if I smelled okay, having blown chunks last night.
“Maybe we should get to work. Kingpin said…”
“Fuck Kingpin. He said I should do your chores until your Aunt Flow comes. Maybe I should check your drawers.”
Cece held her hands out as if to stop me, even though I hadn’t moved. She trembled. “That won’t be necessary. My brother knows nothing about my business. All that talk about me like I’m someone’s property. I never will be.”
At the sight of her a bit frightened that I might go for her shorts, I decided to do what I came for. “How about instead of doing the laundry at Royal Road, I show you around cleaning up this apartment here since you can’t rely on your nurse.”
The side of Cece’s mouth twitched up. “I’d like that.”
“We’ll start with those dishes, they smell rancid.”
Cece knew her way to the kitchen and around, but not enough to put everything back in place. I guided her through the motions of putting away what was in the dishwasher, where everything went in the cabinets and through doing up the dirty dishes and setting them in the strainer. She said it’d take a couple times before she had it down pat. I noticed her counting her steps and seemingly memorizing motions.
She made a pot of coffee once I showed her where the grounds were. “Now if Jass would keep everything in one place, this would be helpful.”
I opened the fridge.
Cece sensed it. “It’d be nice to keep all my food organized in the fridge, too, but as you can probably see, Jass hasn’t been to the store.”
Since she couldn’t see the state her place was in, I spent most of the time picking it up while she held out a huge trash bag for me. We stuffed it full, and I sat it out back in the can. I plugged in the vacuum and guided her to it.
“Hold on here,” I said, directing her hand around the stick. Cece, trusting me, wrapped her fingers around it. I thought about Riff joking about handing my dick to her. Being around her today, I realized that would be an evil thing to do, though it was quite tempting.
Getting behind her, I took her waist in one hand and her hand on the wand in the other to help her vacuum the rug as if we were dancing. She laughed as we stumbled over each other’s feet. I relished in her backside bumping into my groin over and over. What was better, she was doing it on purpose.
Once the vacuuming was finished, I had an erection throbbing in my pants again. Gathering up her laundry from the bathroom and her bedroom floor, I thought of her underwear I had stuffed in my pocket. I decided to keep them for later when I had to relieve myself.
Cece sat on the edge of her bed right where I left her as I crawled on my hands and knees to reach for a sock under her bed. My hand landed on something else. I pulled out a flesh-colored dildo, reasonably sized.
I’d be handing her a dick after all.
I held it up. “What’s this?” I asked, sounding surprised.
“What did you find?” Cece was clueless as to what I held.
I suddenly felt rather cruel about handing it to her. “Nothing.”
“No, seriously, what’s under there? It’s been forever since I’ve cleaned under the bed.”
“Aye, it’s nothing. Forget it.”
“Irish, tell me what you found.”
“No. No. It doesn’t matter.”
“Is it embarrassing or something? You must tell me. I can’t see what it is. Give it here.” Cece held out her wee hands.
