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He raised his head.

“What was that for?” I arched an eyebrow.

“Baby, you’ve got to stop expecting the worst all the time. It’s a tacky way to live life.”

Now both my eyebrows shot up. “Tacky?”

“Yeah.”

I tried to pull away. “Oh, come on, Dee, let’s dance. You survived me playin’ the bagpipes. You’ll survive this.”

We joined the crowd in the middle of the room, where Cadhla was barking out instructions to a group of laughing villagers. “Alright, lads and lasses, it’s the Siege of Ennis! Let’s see if you can remember your steps!”

“What the fuck is that?” Jax asked, bewildered.

“Follow my lead, Yank, and you’ll be fine,” I told him.

The music kicked up, and Jax fell into step beside me; his movements were awkward at first, but the grin on his face told me he didn’t care. Liam Murphy tripped over Seamus, Cadhla spun Paddy around so fast he nearly toppled, and I hadn’t laughed this hard in months.

But all the while, as we danced and laughed and celebrated, I felt the bitter taste of oncoming heartbreak when Jax left, and I’d never see him again.

CHAPTER21

Jax

She ended up in my room, which I thought was a brilliant way to end St. Patrick’s Day.

I kissed her because it had become my favorite thing to do. I kissed her at the pub. Outside the pub. On the bench. On her way to the kitchen. So, obviously, when she was standing in my room, I went in deep.

Since Dani, all those years ago, I hadn’t had a girlfriend. I hadn’t been with a woman with whom I was at ease. I had affairs; that was the only way to describe them. I didn’t show off my woman, hold her hand, or kiss her in public. PDA wasn’t my jam, or so I thought.

But before I could undress Dee, get her in my bed, and get inside her, she took a step away.

Her red hair and flushed skin were a stark combination against the deep green of the dress—a color that clung to her curves and made her look like something straight out of a fairy tale. A fierce, untouchable fairy tale, and my hands itched to untie that bow on her waist.

“What?” I asked.

Her eyes were bright, and she licked her lips. She put her hands on my chest, and just like that, she sank to her knees.

“I did promise you a blow job,” she murmured as she unbuckled my belt and unbuttoned my jeans.

I stroked her hair, watching her tug my pants and boxers down. I groaned when my erection sprang free, and she brushed her lips against me. She wrapped a hand around the base and licked me. Her eyes flitted up to look into mine, rubbing my cock with her mouth, sucking the sensitive head.

“Fuck.”

There was something about the classy and elegant, prickly-as-hell Dee on her knees, sucking me off. I wasn’t the kind of man who liked to dominate women—I liked an equal partner when it came to sex. Give and receive was mymantra, but seeing her as submissive felt decadent.

I tangled my fingers in her hair, not to direct but to have something to hold on to. Her mouth was wet, hot, and hungry. God, but she was amazing at this. She gave good suction, used her tongue like a fucking magic wand, and her hands knew when to cup my balls when to stroke me.

“It feels so good, Dee.”

She hummed in response, and I felt it all the way at the base of my spine. She squeezed my balls, and that’s when I felt myself against the back of her throat. She gagged and struggled, and I wanted to ask her to stop, but when she looked at me, there was victory in her eyes. She wanted to control me. I’d let her.

“Keep your eyes on me, beautiful,” I demanded, my voice hoarse as I tried to hold off my release. I didn’t want this to be over too soon.

Her gaze remained plastered on me.

“I don’t want to come in your mouth,” I told her. “I want your pussy.”

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