Page 21 of Tempting Irish

“Felt the fucking thing snap, but it was too late. Spilled my full load inside ofher.”

“Where is she?” I glance towards thebedroom.

“Gone. I freaked. Probably scared the hell out of her. She ran out of here, half dressed. God, what if I got herpregnant?”

“Ye’ll deal withit.”

“I don’t even know the girl’s name. Emma, Emily, Amelia…shit.”

“If she’s staying here in the hotel, the concierge might know what room she’s in. Ye can take her to one of those clinics tomorrow and get her thepill.”

“Because the media won’t be all overthat,” he bites out sarcastically, digging the heels of his palms into his eyes. “And even if I could, I don’t think she was staying here. She mentioned something about a hostel. I didn’t even know they had those anymore. I mean who the hell wants to share a room with a bunch ofstrangers?”

In true Shane fashion, his brain is already veering offtrack.

And the men worry aboutmebeingtrouble.

I shake my head at him. “The likelihood of her even being pregnant is slim. And if sheis-”

“She’ll come after me formoney.”

I breath a heavy sigh, because I know he’s right. Over the years, there’ve been more than a handful of chicks that begged me not to wear a condom, and I knew their motivation. A kid meant child support payments, or a bigpayout.

“Don’t freak out until ye know for sure there’s something to freak outabout.”

“I know. But I felt it in every bone in my body the second…” He lops back on the couch and groans again. “I’mfucked.”

“At least ye still have beer,” I say, pulling two out of his mini-fridge.

He groans, takingit.

“At least she was a half decent lay.” He clinks his bottle to mine before tipping it back and drainingit.

How the man doesn’t have a few dozen brats running around with his face already is beyondme.

I stay with him for another two drinks, until he’s half-passed out and mumbling about some chick he’d been with after a show inDelaware.

By the time I get back to my room, I know my chances with Bree are shot. I don’t even know what time it is, but I’m pretty sure it’s closer to morning thanmidnight.

I’m not surprised to find the lightsout.

But the door to the bedroom is open ininvitation.

Her small frame is curled up on one side of thebed.

Even though I know I should leave her be, there’s no way in hell I’m sleeping on the lumpy pull-out couch. My white knight has hislimits.

The mattress dips as I lay down beside her, and shestirs.

“Everything all right?” she askssleepily.

“Yeah.” I lay on my back and place one arm behind my head, staring up at the moonlitceiling.

“Good,” she mumbles, seemingly undisturbed by me lying next toher.

It feels…right. But then, I wonder how I’d feel if I’d been in Shane’s predicamenttonight.

Shit, he knew the woman he’d slept with as well as I know Bree, and yet there’s a chance that the woman will come back, kid intow.

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