Page 7 of Three Irish Kings
But now she is in the wind. Hiding, lurking. Her life has a price tag on it, and there are a lot of people out there waiting and eager to collect.
So, why is she here? Is she trying to hide in plain sight? Does she have a death wish?
But maybe it isn’t her.
She’s slightly thinner than Maggie, her eyes brighter.
Of course, none of that is difficult to change.
I ignore the voice in the back of my head, mostly because it sounds too much like Liam.
Maggie or not, I want this.Her.
I have no idea why I’m reacting so strongly to this woman, but I’m taking my chances. If this is really Maggie, this moment is all I have before…
Shaking myself out of it, I tug her toward the balcony, which is empty since everyone’s just showing up.
The guys and I have been here for hours, scoping the place out.
It helps working with your best friends, but it does suck that because of work tonight, I can’t enjoy this little piece of temptation as fully as I want to.
I didn’t lie to her when I said this is a work gig for me, even if I did bend the truth about my work.
“So, Dare. What kind of trouble were you hoping for?” Her voice has a teasing lilt to it.
Oh,a ghrá, you have no idea the trouble I would put myself in for you. The trouble Iamgetting in for you.
Excitement runs through me as I back her against the balcony railing.
“How much trouble can you handle,a ghrá? Because right now, I want to bend you over this railing and ram into you. Hard. Destroy your pussy and leave you in a puddle of my cum.” I press my hard cock into her belly.
If given the chance, that is exactly what I’ll do to her.
She shudders.
Is that from the cool air or me? Does she want this as much as I do?
“In front of all these people?”
“They’re too busy mingling and drinking. They’ve got their heads too far up their asses to watch us. But how much hotter would it be if someone walked in as I’m pounding you raw?”
A whimper escapes her, but her cheeks flush an adorable shade of pink that makes me wish I could take my time and turn her ass cherry red with my hand.
“But…but we’re basically strangers.”
“I’m Dare. You’re Isla. We aren’t strangers,aghrá.”
“I know what that means, you know? My father is Irish.”
“Good. It means you know how to have a good time.” I give her a smirk, and she grins back at me, licking her lips.
Fuck, her mouth. Her tongue, so pink.
What would she look like, on her knees, her mouth open, waiting for my cock to choke her?
My tongue swipes across my own lips without me even thinking about it, the need to taste her almost overwhelming.
“So, we have that in common.”
