Page 203 of Three Irish Kings

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Isla moans, spreading her legs further, panting slightly.

“She’s like a dog in heat,” Dare murmurs, adjusting the rearview mirror to look back at us without hurting his incision.

“It’s the hormones,” Isla says defensively.

“I don't care what it is; I love it.” I pull her over with my other hand, kissing her roughly as I slide one finger inside her.

She writhes, impatient. “Two fingers, Cill, please.”

I tsk. “Ordering me around,mo chuisle?”

“N-no.”

I stop moving my finger, just arching it up to hit her g-spot.

“Please don’t stop.”

“Apologize,” Liam orders, and Isla moans loudly.

“I'm s-sorry, Cill. Please.”

I slide two fingers inside her, arching them up while I pump them in and out, and she throws her head back against the headrest, whining.

She rolls her hips to meet my fingers, and she whispers my name when she comes around them. It makes my chest swell with pride.

We’re pulling up to the airfield, so I slip my fingers out of her, popping them into my mouth.

I make eye contact with Isla as I suck them.

“Jesus Christ, Cill. You’re different than before.”

“Aye. You make me different.” I kiss her again, as passionately as I can, and when she whimpers into my mouth, I pull away.

“You tease.”

I grin. “I live to tease you.”

“Stop flirting before I get jealous,” Dare says, but he’s smiling, too.

Maybe everything will be okay. Maybe we can really do this.

Leaving home is hard for me. Leaving Ronan is even harder. But he barely remembers who I am, and soon he won’t remember who he is.

It’s a terrible way to go, but Ronan has never been a good man or a good father. I know that now. Meeting Isla changed things for me.

I’m no longer just Ronan’s weapon. I’m somebody who can wash the blood off his hands.

I’m somebody who can be a good lover to her, a good father to our child.

I’msomebodynow. And I can be anybody I want to be.

We arrive at the airfield, and Isla stares at the jet in awe.

Liam grins, clearly proud that Isla’s impressed.

He pops open a bottle of champagne once we board the flight, and Isla pouts.

“That's just mean; you know I can’t have any.”

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