Page 55 of Destined Lovers

When she lifts her eyes to me, a slow, wide smile creeps on my face, and she closes her eyes in embarrassment.

“Don’t,” she snaps.

“Nora, open your eyes,” I demand, and when our eyes meet, I have to control myself from not ripping my clothes off and taking her right here and now.

“That was…the sexiest, fecking thing. Do not be embarrassed at something like that turning you on. Because it wasmorethan a turn-on to me.” I grab her hand and rub it over my hard-on. “I’ve never been so hard in my life, so we have two options here. We get up right now and go to the hotel, or you take me to the hospital because I’ll probably pass out from all the blood that’s gone to my dick.”

Her eyes sparkle with amusement. “Don’t be so dramatic.”

I help her dress so that we can move this along. “Not dramatic. Fact,” I deadpan. “Actually, option three is accidental social suicide.”

She bursts out laughing. “What the hell is accidental social suicide?”

“I don’t know.” I narrow my eyes. “I move the wrong way, and I accidentally blow in my pants.” I shiver in mortification.

Nora covers her mouth again to try and hide her laugh, but it’s useless.

“Let’s go, woman. This is no joking matter.” I pull her hand to stand her up.

“What about lunch?” she asks.

I look down at my dick and back at her. “I think I’ll have enough to fill you up for the rest of the night at this rate.” Let’s go.

Declan

“Canyou stop bouncing your knee? You’re driving me crazy,” Nora shouts over the music.

“Well, drive faster. When I asked you to drive, I didn’t know you would drive slower than my granny.” Just my luck, our next hotel was almost a two-hour drive up the scenic causeway coast. I almost feel guilty not stopping to enjoy it more with Nora.

But not guilty enough. My dick is in complete control right now.

The tremendous pain I’m in right now negates any guilt I would have.

“It’s a brand new Range Rover, Declan. It makes me freaking nervous. You should have driven.”

“I’m out of commission until this gets rectified.” I wave my hand over my crotch.“And can you turn Christmas FM off? I don’t need to hear about mommy kissing Santa Claus right now.” I mutter.

She smirks at me. “Is it turning you on that someone is kissing mammy?”

“Yes,” I deadpan.

“Oh my god, shut up. I was kidding.” She laughs.

“Well, I’m not. Anything at this point is a turn-on. You have no idea what I’m going through right now.”

“I never knew it could be so painful. Geez.”

“Yeah, you and me both. The last time I felt like this was when you were sixteen and you fell asleep against me while we watched some chick flick. I couldn’t move for hours until you finally woke up, and I had to run into the bathroom to take care of myself.” I shiver at the memory. “I thought this shite was over years ago.”

Thank feck, we finally make it to the hotel. “You need to go check in. Take my credit card.” I hand her my wallet. “Hurry.”

She salutes me and runs off to the hotel lobby.

After what feels like hours, she finally makes it back to the car.

The whole time she was gone, I was googling about the effects of my little dilemma. I’m starting to get nervous. It’s been hours. I don’t think it’s ever been this hard, with or without contact for this long.

If I were with one of the guys, I would have thought they slipped me a little blue pill for shites and giggles because this is not natural.

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