Page 22 of Naughty Irish Liar

We stood there in the circle of each other’s arms and I felt … calm.

Horny as fuck,sure.

So fucking horny I could have bent her over that fancy ass lounge chair thing and done her real nice and dirty and shown her what a Dublin boy from the wrong side of the street could do to make her scream and come harder than she ever had before.

But that ounce of respect clinging on for dear life … thank the gods, held me back.

But it didn’t stop me from touching her when I ran a finger over those freckles, counting each one in turn. Felt how she shivered.

“I didn’t know you liked me,” she said shyly.

“Seems to be that way,” she laughed at my flippant answer, but it was only because nerves attacked me.

This never happened. Not to me. The MacNamara boys had reputations and being nervous around a girl was not part of it.

I’d put a pin in a map and chosen America for my fresh start away from all the mess back home, of landing myself in one scrape after another. Sure, I’d made money, all the MacNamara’s knew how to make a Euro. But I got to a point I was tired of how we made money, ‘cause I’d either end up dead in a street fight or in jail and neither were appealing to me. I loved my family and my country, and I’d always be that wild Dublin boy, but I wanted to make something of myself. I wanted my name synonymous to an achievement I’d worked my balls off for.

Nowhere in that manifesto I’d mentally written on the plane from Dublin did I include bang the daughter of a man who had been nothing but good to me.

Her taste was still in my mouth and I desired more. I dropped my eyes to her lips, she licked them. She fucking licked them.

I groaned and tried to step back away from her, only her hands caught at my shirt and I didn’t put up much of a fight.

Weak bastard thinking with my pulsing dick.

“Catherine…” I warned. Against what I didn’t know.

“Please. I want—” She said. And in the same vain I would never know what she was begging for as she smashed her small tits into my chest because the wind brought the door open and a second later, right as I’d wrenched myself away, her dad walked in.

He was smiling, so he hadn’t caught me mauling his daughter.

I shoved both hands into my denim pockets and willed my body to shut the hell up.

If Catherine was affected it didn’t show, though she was twitchy as she stepped up to kiss her father’s cheek. They were a nice family, the Clemonte’s. I still found it hard to believe Mr. Clemonte would mentor me and invite me into his home the way he had.

“I made food, you work Ronan too hard, daddy,” joked Catherine, giving me a flirty grin right in front of her da. I bit the inside of my cheek. Little devil.

“You cooked? Did the world end? Are you feeling okay, Ronan, need 911?”

Catherine huffed and stomped her foot, her voice going higher with outrage. I watched their exchange like a voyeur, unable to take my eyes off her which was fucking stupid since her da was right there. “I can cook, thank you. I just don’t.”

“Forget cooking, why aren’t you hitting the books? Your mom said you came out here to study.” I’d known from day one how Jon worshipped his little girl, even when she was bratty and demanding as I’d witnessed a few times.

“I thought you had assignments, Catie?” He went on, pointing his finger. “I’m not paying Madison Manor prices for you to duck out of your responsibilities, baby. We had a deal, if you want that car for your eighteenth birthday you make honor roll for the next two years.”

It was strange how in one short sentence all the blood drained out of my head.

I watched Catherine’s cheeks rush with heat again, her eyes collided with mine … embarrassed. I could understand why, getting a dressing down from her father but all I could hear was Madison Manor.Madison fucking Manor.

It was a high school. A private high school.

I turned my head and saw the moment she knew I’d realized.

“You didn’t say you had homework…” my throat on fire. Her father laughed.

“Typical, you’d think she’d want to get into the twelfth grade without giving her old man gray hair.”

Fuck me running.

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