Total pages in book: 107
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 101887 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 509(@200wpm)___ 408(@250wpm)___ 340(@300wpm)
The lass’s voice is like a siren song with a laugh to match. If my cock twitches one more time from the sound, I’m going to throw all caution to the wind and she’s going to be in my bed tonight.
I can just imagine pinning that waist down while I pound her fat arse from behind. I wonder what those big tits look like without clothes on. These are the thoughts that have me rooted to this side of the pub.
My brothers roar with laughter and I long to move closer. Dean looks to be having a good time with them. Jonah, Jack, and Raymond have red cheeks, telling me they’re all steamin’. I haven’t had enough to drink to be on that side of grand.
“Ronan, get over here. This lass has a great sense of humor, and she has no problem taking the piss out of Jack,” Jonah croons across the pub.
“Give me a second,” I call back.
I lift my hand for two more pints. The barkeep comes over with two more. I take them and turn for the group I’ve been keeping my distance from.
When I get to the table, I place one beer in front of Dean and take a seat. Jeremiah has taken the seat next to Dean that I vacated earlier. I try not to be cheesed off about it, telling myself it’s for the best.
Her scent is mouthwatering. I was seconds away from leaning into her to inhale her deeply before I walked off earlier. I’ve been having crazy thoughts since she appeared, ready to leave after she got changed while I watched a movie with Dae-Dae and waited.
She’s in this black one-piece that hugs her body and shows off every curve. That fat pussy print was enough to make me want to cancel the night and take her straight back to my place. I like my women not too tall and not too short. She’s right there in the sweet zone.
“Yer half me age, love. I have boots older than ya,” Jack chuckles as his cheeks are rosy.
“And yer wife would have ya by the balls,” Jonah says as he laughs.
“I know he’s married. That’s why I’m flirting back. I know he doesn’t mean it. It’s harmless and safe.”
Reilly gives a cheeky smile. “The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree. Ya can flirt with me instead.”
“I think you’re too young for me,” she chuckles.
I lift a brow at this. I thought she and Reilly were the same age. She doesn’t look to be that much older than he is.
“I’m twenty-two. No way yer that much older than me.”
“I’m so sorry, love. I’m thirty-one.”
“Ya tell a fib, ya do,” Jonah and I say in unison.
However, she turns to look at me as the words slip from my lips. I begin to see her anew. Twelve years isn’t that big a difference. It’s old enough for me to reconsider my stance on taking her home.
“Nope, it’s the truth. I’ll show you my ID if you want.”
“Yer single, love?”
“I’m single single and good with that.”
“Um.”
“What does that sound mean?”
“Nothing at all, love.”
“Aye, it does. It means run,” Carrick cracks up.
I glare at him until he shuts his mouth. I love my nephews, but they do my head in at times. This being one of those times.
“On that note, I’m going to excuse myself for the restroom.”
“I’ll join you. I see someone I want to say hey to,” Connie says.
I can’t help watching her ass as she goes. Damn. I need to stay right where I am.
Who the fuck am I kidding?
Dean
I needed to make a run for it. The look in Ronan’s eyes once I said my age almost melted me on the spot. The man looked like he wanted to devour me.
It was all fun and games when I was flirting with his brothers. They’re a fun bunch. I knew off jump they weren’t serious and weren’t taking me seriously either. It was all for laughs.
Now I’m standing in this bathroom contemplating my life. It’s been a while since I’ve had sex. What would be the big deal if I let him rearrange my guts for the night?
Maybe it will do me some good. Locking my fingers in that thick red hair while he shows me what it’s like to have a little luck of the Irish, or hopefully a lot. With all that big dick energy, I’m hoping it’s a hell of a lot.
“You can’t even keep your own family from shitting on you. You didn’t fly all this way to get fucked over by some Irish stranger,” I mumble to myself.
I shake my hands over the sink and go to leave. I wonder if Connie is still chatting up her friend. It might be time for me to head back to the house.