Page 30 of Until Ireland

Although a daunting task, it was one I was prepared for.

“Come on, let’s go outside for a bit. The night’s still warm, and I’ve got an amazing view of the stars from here.” I opened the patio door and waited for her to step out.

Ireland looked up and gasped, pointing across the sky in an arch. “The Milky Way.”

“Yes.” I snagged up one of the blankets I kept for outside, then led her over to the firepit where the ladies had been sitting earlier. The outfit she had on, although hot as fuck, was more for the day and not the chilly nighttime.

Wrapping the blanket around her first, I sat in the chair and pulled her down with me. When her butt hit my lap, I waited for her to decide if she would stay or if we needed to continue to go slow. Thankfully, she’d kept her ass planted where I left her. And I was right, she was cold. The only downside was now she could feel the hard length of my erection against her hip. Not like I was embarrassed. Ireland knew she turned me on and snatched me inside out.

She sighed. Her warm breath feathered lightly across my collar bone as she snuggled into me. “This is nice.” She accepted her wine glass from my outstretched hand before taking another small sip.

We sat quietly for a long while, enjoying the fire and the drink. It seemed neither one of us was in a rush to break the silence.

“Mackinley huh?” was how she broke the tranquility, and I chuckled.

“Yup. It’s a family name, going back a couple of generations. It’s always given to the first-born son.” I reached down, tucking my finger under her chin so her eyes were on me, mostly for me to see her reaction. “Better get used to it, cupcake, because I’ve always planned on continuing the tradition by namingourfirst son Mackinley too.”

Yeah, I fucking went there, and I wanted her to know right off the bat what my plans were. I soaked in her widened eyes, the gasp of shock, and the subtle hint of her tongue licking at her lips.

She gasped. “Mack—”

“Stay the weekend with me, Ireland.”

I tightened my hold around her waist when she placed her hand on my chest and pushed into a sitting position, wedging my dick deeper into her hip.

“Mack—”

I cut her off again, “Just to be together and get to know each other better. I’m not expecting sex, baby.” I gave her a saucy wink. “That being said, if you want to let me in that sweet pussy of yours, I won’t say no either.”

Her skin was so pale I could see the flush of red filling her cheeks even in the shadows. I loved knowing I could make this bold, take no prisoners woman blush. It also made me want to see how far the red went.Maybe later, because I’d spoken the truth. I needed her to stay, though not because I wanted to have sex with her. I yearned for more time with the woman I planned to marry and put as many babies as she allowed in her.

I wanted to learn all her likes and dislikes, to see if she woke up happy or grumpy in the morning. I’d bet the two hundred dollars in my wallet our first night together was a fluke and she wasn’t a morning person. She probably required massive amounts of coffee to even get her to talk, let alone smile.

“I don’t have any clothes with me,” she said hesitantly.

It wasn’t a yes, but it also wasn’t a no either. I took what she gave me and ran with it. “I’ve got plenty of t-shirts you can wear tonight, even clean boxers I’m more than willing to lend you. We’ll throw your clothes in the washer before bed, and I’ll run you back to your house later tomorrow to get whatever you need.”

I’d found over the years there was always a solution to any problem, and damn if I wasn’t going to find one to keep this girl near me as much as possible. No doubt if I told her I was ready to marry her tomorrow, she’d head for the hills, not knowing about the Mayson’s or the power of the BOOM—the knock you on your ass, earth shattering realization you’d found the one person who’d complete you. And that was okay too. I liked working for my rewards. There was no doubt in my mind Ireland Banks was my gift in life. I’d do whatever needed to be done, short of murder. Hell, deep down, I knew I’d even do that to make sure the woman sitting in my lap was always happy.

“Okay, I’ll stay.” Her warm breath felt like a caress against my cheek. It didn’t surprise me one damn bit when she added, “I’m not promising past tonight though. I might find out you hog all the covers, or worse…snore. Then I’ll just have to smother you with one of your pillows.”

I laughed at the snark in her reply. “To my knowledge, I don’t snore, and I’ve got extra blankets if needed.” From the interactions I’d had with our families and what I observed today, I knew the Banks siblings were close. I didn’t want to cause issues by having their sister spend the weekend with me. “What about your brothers? Will they be okay with you staying the night and possibly the weekend?”

“I’m a big girl, Mack, and don’t require their permission,” she said harshly, making a move to get off my lap.

That wasn’t about to happen.

“Jesus, calm down. I didn’t mean it that way,” I assured her.

She crossed her arms under her breasts, pushing the milky white flesh over the top of her tank.Focus on the conversation at hand, motherfuckerand not on her lush tits.

Ireland snapped her fingers, seeing my distraction. “My eyes are up here.” Thanks to the flickering flames in the pit, I could see the ire in those emerald eyes of hers. “Stop looking at my breasts and explain yourself.”

A lot of men would be intimidated by Ireland with her red-headed temper and attitude. It was the opposite for me. It made me hard as fuck, and I suspected she’d be as docile as a lamb once I got her underneath me.

“Sorry, cupcake,” I said, trying my best to look remorseful. Her brow cocked, and I knew she wasn’t buying it. “I’m a breast man all the way, and yours are spectacular.”

Ireland rolled her eyes. “Then explain yourself.”

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