Page 120 of Dirty Padraig: Dirty Dusters

Green eyes worship my face as his thumb tilts my chin down, then with a low growl, his lips capture mine, his tongue immediately taking ownership by thrusting deep into my mouth.

Searching. Tasting. Remembering.

He attempts to yank my top over my head, but I stop him. “Not here.”

We don’t need Finian walking in on us. I anchor my legs around his waist as he walks us to my bedroom. Throwing me on the bed, I watch as he pulls his sweater over his head to reveal the mouthwatering map of ink and scars hidden underneath. With a body like his, he should be on the cover of a mobster magazine.

So perfectly imperfect and all fucking mine.

For one day at a time.

He unbuttons his jeans but leaves them on before yanking off my pants and pulling my top over my head.

Naked in seconds.

His gaze drifts over me, stopping to admire every one of my own scars, each one letting him know that he’s found his match. That I can stand by his side and survive in his world because I’m just as much of a fuck up as he is.

Holding his gaze, I sit up and drag my nails down his chiseled torso. His abs tense when my fingers dip inside the front of his opened jeans to connect with the slick head of his hard dick. I spread the precum around the crown, smirking when it jerks in response.

Moving from the bed, I kneel on the floor before him, my mouth watering as he frees his cock from his jeans. I watch as he strokes himself, pre-cum quickly coating his clenched fist.

With one hand, he grips my hair, then, guiding his dick to my parted lips with the other, he thrusts deep. I gag as the blunt head connects with the back of my throat, my eyes instantly tearing up. He doesn’t stop. This is exactly where he wants me.

On my knees and submitting to his every demand like a good girl.

He fucks my mouth hard and fast, causing a mixture of saliva and precum to drip from my chin. I stare up at him, my fingers digging into his thighs. I suck harder, my hands moving to grip his balls.

He curses me as he closes his eyes and throws his head back. My insides instantly turn molten when he lets out a low, feral growl, letting me know he’s getting close. With a loud pop, he pulls his dick free.

I watch as he strokes his slick length. He grunts his approval when I trace my fingertips around my nipples, his hand movements becoming faster at the visual. Leaning forward I suck on one of his balls causing it to tighten in my mouth.

Fisting my hair, he yanks my head back, then, with a curse, he releases hot ropes of cum all over my face. He stands over me, and we stare at each other. I dip my finger into his release before sucking it into my mouth, causing him to grunt his approval once more.

Something’s off.

He’s here physically but not mentally. I’ve felt the disconnect all night. It’s just been compounded by the fact that Eoin is always vocal with his demands during sex, and for the first time, I’ve sucked him off in utter silence. Is he here because he wants to be or because he has to be?

Right now, I’m not too sure.

I stand, then make my way into the restroom before doing something I never do. I lock the door so he can’t follow. I’m not sure why I bothered. Something tells me he won’t anyway. Turning on the shower, I stand under the scorching water until it starts to run cold before slowly drying myself, then brushing my teeth.

When I return to the bedroom, the lights are already off—another unusual sign. Normally, we’d lie by lamplight and share truths and memories.

When he reaches for me, I use the age-old excuse that I’m tired as it’s been a long day. He doesn’t argue. He simply rolls over and faces the other way. Is he relieved?

I’m not tired. I don’t even sleep.

Instead, I lie awake all night, wondering what the fuck is going on.

Maybe it’s for the best that I only agreed to a day-at-a-time relationship with him because, right now, I have a feeling mine and Eoin’s days together really are numbered.

CHAPTERTHIRTY-EIGHT

PADRAIG

The O’Connell Home, Darling, New York

It’s beentwo weeks since Jaine and I almost perished in each other’s arms. In that time, it’s been confirmed by the urologist that I’m not firing blanks. Given I’ve already fathered a son, I wasn’t expecting the result to be anything different.

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