Total pages in book: 118
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 120838 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 604(@200wpm)___ 483(@250wpm)___ 403(@300wpm)
But he was frowning ferociously.
“No one before me took care of ye?”
“Well, no one before ye could drag me from the bed and plant me on his dick.”
With that, he roared with laughter, rolling us so he was on top again.
When he got control of his humor, he said, “Good you’re with me now, then.”
Good didn’t cover it.
I was in no mood to boost his ego further. I was in the mood to eat, and maybe do what we just did again (multiple times), so I prompted, “Dair.”
“I’ve not had the dry spell ye have, darling,” he said gently. “But I always use protection, and I get yearly physicals. I’m clean.”
“So, since I have an IUD, we can dispense with the condoms.”
His eyes moved over my face as he murmured, “Never knew a woman who was more about that even than me.”
I didn’t want anything between us.
Again, in an effort not to stroke his ego, I refrained from sharing that, and reminded him, “Sandwiches?”
“Ye can get them, lass. I’ll deal with this johnnie.”
Since we had a plan, he rolled one way; I rolled the other.
He headed to the bathroom. I located my nightie and pulled it on before I moved to the stairs.
Once in the kitchen (and on the way, I was joined by Sorcha), I saw he had everything all ready, but I wasn’t sure how to juggle it all up two flights of stairs.
In the end, I put both sandwiches on one plate, grabbed a bag of chips and carried them in one hand, while I arranged two bottles of sparkling water to carry in the other.
Sorcha accompanying me, I trudged back up the stairs to find Dair in bed, resting against pillows he’d shoved up behind him, and he’d put on a pair of boxers.
Okay, now that I could take in my fill, I could confirm he was perfect everywhere.
Sorcha went to the bed to say hi to her daddy as, on the other side, I entered it on my knees only to freeze when he abandoned his dog and reached a hand to the back of my thigh and trailed it up to cup my bottom.
I stayed frozen at the heat that scorched me from his eyes, not to mention his touch, when he encountered bare skin.
“Ye walked to my kitchen without knickers?” he asked.
“I think you tore them during the festivities,” I told him. “But would you have preferred I put them back on?”
He slid his hand over my hip, and it left me so he could help me with the food and drink as he replied, “Darling, feel free to wander my house with that beautiful cunt ready for me whenever you want.”
Oh my God.
Now he was being hot and annoying at the same time.
Could he get any worse?
I harumphed as I fell to a hip and put the plate on the bed.
Straightaway, I set about eating.
And he said, “Happy you’re here, Blake.”
“You fuck hard, Dair. I think I got that,” I retorted and munched into a delicious sandwich with plenty of bacon and brie in a marvelously fresh baguette.
He shot me another one of his cocky grins before his face turned serious.
“That’s not what I mean, lassie,” he whispered.
Oh God.
That was so beautiful.
And it meant the world to me.
This man brought flowers to an airport.
Before I got overly gushy (so not me), I put my sandwich on the plate, my hand to his cheek and I leaned close to him and whispered back, “I like your house. I like your car. I like your dog. And even though you’re vastly irritating, I like you too. To wit, I’m happy to be here too, Alasdair.”
With an abrupt plonk, the sandwich plate was on the nightstand. A loud crinkle, and there went the chips. Two thuds, and our drinks were set away.
And he caught me with an arm low on my hips and dragged me under him.
“Dair!” I protested. “I’m hungry.”
“They’re already cold, they can wait a few minutes longer.”
I began to offer an alternate scenario, “Or you could wait to—”
That was as far as I got before he was kissing me.
Not long later, he was again fucking me, hard and thoroughly.
And of course, I forgot about the bacon and brie sandwiches.
Completely.
Chapter 13
Irrevocably
Dair
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“And then he ran into the street wearing nothing but his socks, shouting, ‘I forgot the ice cream!’” Davi was saying while chortling.
Blake finally allowed her humor to overtake her, tears were in her eyes, she was laughing so hard.
Dair rested back on his and Blake’s side of the booth, his arm stretched along the back of the seat behind Blake, smiling at his sister’s funny story, but not allowing himself to laugh so he could watch two of his three best girls enjoying each other’s company.
It was Tuesday night.
They’d all had dinner together at an Indian restaurant, then went to the pub.