Page 88 of Three Irish Kings
She whines. “Oh, you're so big.”
“You take it so well,aghrá.” I grit my teeth when he takes her nipples and squeezes them and she starts to clench around me. “Coming already?”
“Can’t help it. I’m so sensitive. Oh, fuck, keep going?—”
A low cry escapes her as she comes again, making my balls ache.
I’m so ready to burst inside her.
Liam twists her nipples between his fingers, and she arches her back, spasming around me again.
It’s all I can take, nearly howling out a moan as I grip onto her hips roughly and thrust into her, two, three times before I blow inside her.
I bite her shoulder when I come, and she arches so beautifully into me.
When we come down, she has a loopy smile as she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.
Liam kisses her temple after I pull away.
As I’m getting ready to spoon her, Betsy dings.
“Shit.” I get up and grab the laptop.
Imogen Rivers–Admitted to Burberry County Hospital.
Liam sits up. “What happened?”
“Maggie was just admitted to a hospital a few states over. We’ve got her.”
Standing, he starts putting on his clothes. “Where?”
“Burberry.”
Cillian comes into the room. “Burberry? What’s in Burberry? That’s nearly a thousand miles away.”
I don’t look up from Betsy. “Maggie Sullivan.”
Liam snorts. “It may not even be the same Maggie Sullivan.”
I scoff. “Please. Give me a little credit. I looked through all her aliases. It’s the only true match.”
“So? Someone else could have the same alias.”
Cillian looks at Liam, eyes narrowing. “It’s worth checking out.”
“Fine. Check out the lead on Maggie in the morning. See if Maggie’s still there or if she’s left a trail.”
Cillian nods.
Isla pouts. “Does that mean I won’t see him for a while?”
“It’s a bit of a drive,” Cillian says apologetically.
Isla gets up and gets closer to him, putting her arm through his, squeezing his bicep. “Be careful.”
Liam scoffs. “God, what are we, a bunch of teenagers?”
Cillian has gotten dressed in the interim and kisses Isla on the forehead.
