Page 56 of Intimately Faithful

He touched and kissed and sucked her skin, using his fingers to torment a maddening strum on her hard bud.

She swore, and pleaded, she clawed her nails down his shoulders, she cried into his mouth as her climax claimed her hard with every shudder.

“Aoife.Fuck. You shouldn’t let me take you this hard. Fuck, can’t.Can’t.”

“You will,” she cried out.

The pain of her wild-cat scratching detonated Danny almost into an out of body climax level he’d never reached. His mouth opened to roar as it worked itself down his spine, but no sound came from him.

“Ahhh, Danny.There it is. Feels so good, doesn’t it? That’s it, work it out inside me, I’ve missed this so much.” Her litany of praise went on softly in his ear until the sound was stroking his body, making sure not a drop of his pleasure was left behind. Her hands worked down his back, holding his arse when he gave a great bit tremble and stilled with air shunting through his rib cage.

He couldn’t bear to be parted from her though he slipped from her body, he rolled on to his back and pulled her with him.

She did what she always did on his come down. She petted him all over his torso.

Danny was sunk.

With the first kiss. The first touch. The first look.

He was gone.

And he didn’t know if he could survive her leaving him a second time.

The thought weighed on his mind even as he had her over and over, quenching a thirst that raged on with the hours.

Danny cleaned her up and fed her.

What he didn’t do that night was sleep a wink.

TWELVE

“An Irish fairytale…with just a few dents along the way.” – Aoife

“I’m not one of those modern men, little Misha. I’m old fashioned in a lot of ways, so I’m going to tell you one of those stories that beginsOnce Upon a Time. Don’t you be telling on me now, you hear?”

From around the corner of the kitchen, Aoife stood listening to Danny talking quietly to the baby and her heart seized and then restarted with an effortless thump with so much love for him, it winded her.

She smiled when he started the true tale of falling off a slide to impress a ginger haired girl. She leaned into the wall, a hand over her racing heart and listened in with a wistful smile on her face.

“You see, the boy was besotted with the ginger haired girl. He thought she was magic because her smile was his favorite thing in the world. Though they were only wee bairns themselves, not much older than you, little one. But he knew he loved her, so he did. After all, he gave her half of his cookie that day. If that’s not love I don’t know what is.”

She heard him chuckle and Misha babbled happily. It sounded like there were two females in the house now in love with a pastor.

Without alerting him to her presence just yet, she had to hear the rest of the story, even though she’d been there that day.

“So it goes, the boy wanted to impress the ginger rascal girl something fierce. Side-note, if a boy ever tells you he can fly from the top of a slide, tell the crazy fool he can’t and to go get more cookies instead, Misha.”

Aoife held in her giggle.

“So there he was, puffed up chest in his little gym shoes and shorts, looking down at the ginger rascal girl on the ground, it had to have been a mile in the sky, he could barely see the ground. And his knees started to knock. He promised her too much, you see. But the way she smiled up at him with the wind whipping her crazy frizzy hair all around her freckled face, there was no way the boy was backing down. She was the prettiest girl in school—in the whole world, as far as he was concerned.”

Aoife’s heart pinched in her chest.

They’d been in love so young. Best friends first. Partners in crime. No one person has ever come to mean so much to her in her life as Danny Murphy.

“So there he went, flying through the sky, little Misha. Can you imagine his fright when he flapped, and he flapped, and he didn’t fly? He made an awful thud, so he did, when he landed on the padded playground floor and then he made it worse by crying his eyes out.”

Oh, her young Danny-boy, even then he was adorably gallant.

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