Total pages in book: 80
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 76782 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 384(@200wpm)___ 307(@250wpm)___ 256(@300wpm)
“I need all of you.”
He sat up, his erect cock exactly where I wanted it. Our chests pressed together, the friction of his rougher skin on mine delicious. “You have me. All of me.” He covered my mouth with his as he held me tightly, kissing me until I was breathless. He shifted us, sliding into me, slowly claiming me inch by inch until we were fused together.
And it was perfect.
SULLY
She was awake when I left the next morning, sending me off with her sweet kisses and gentle voice. It amazed me how a simple touch from her or the sound of her voice soothed me. I grabbed a cab home and showered, changing into a fresh suit and my favorite tie. I brushed my hair until it gleamed, deciding I needed to squeeze in a haircut. Luckily, there was a barber close to the office, and I’d get it done at lunch. I wasn’t one to have my hair done at a salon or use the beauty products some of my younger colleagues discussed. I had a brand, I stuck to it, and I had been going to the same barber for years. I swore some of the more youthful lawyers in the office had hair and skin routines that rivaled the most high-maintenance woman I had ever dated. Good for them—but it wasn’t my thing. And luckily, Autumn didn’t seem to mind. She was easily the most low-maintenance woman I had ever dated.
I used my clippers, leaving scruff on my face. She’d loved how it felt against her skin last night, and anything she loved, I was good with. I ran my hand over my face then splashed on some cologne—again, a brand I had used for years. Autumn had commented more than once she liked how I smelled, so I had zero plans on changing it. It couldn’t compare with her scent. Alluring, feminine, with hints of flowers and citrus—it was lovely and suited her.
I walked to work, using the time to make a personal call. Aunt Roisin answered, sounding happy and healthy. She had given us all a scare a couple of years ago, and I was pleased she had rebounded so well. She was thrilled about Finn and Niall both having gotten married. She loved their wives and had returned a short time back from visiting them in Toronto. She was full of news and excited to share. I listened patiently as I walked, asking a question or two if I could get one in. I stopped for coffee, standing outside the small shop as I sipped, looking around the streets as they began filling up with workers arriving for the day.
“I don’t suppose you have anything new to tell me, aside from corporate espionage?” she asked. “No lovely girl? No personal tidbits?”
I laughed. She always liked to think my job was far more interesting than it was. “Are you sitting down?”
“What?”
“I met someone.”
There was silence. Then she spoke. “You have never uttered those words to me before.”
“I’m aware.”
“Tell me all about her!”
“She is from Canada, she knows Bonnie. Her name is Autumn, and I plan on marrying her someday.” I paused, taking a sip of coffee. “Soon.”
This time, the silence stretched on so long, I became worried. “Aunt Roisin?”
“I think I just had a stroke, and it fecked up my mind. I thought you said you were going to marry someone.”
“I did.”
The squeal was loud. Drawn-out. Then the questions started. When? Where? How? When could she meet her? How long had I been hiding her? Did the boys know? Was she pretty? How old?
I couldn’t keep up.
“Hush now, you old bat. I’ll give you the basics to satisfy your overzealous curiosity so you have something to share with your cronies next door. She is beyond pretty. She is smart, kind, funny, and makes me happy. I haven’t been hiding her anywhere. We met recently, and we both fell hard.”
“She’s from Canada? Does she know Finn or my Niall?”
I laughed. “She knows the hotel.”
“But she lives here now?”
“She will soon enough. If we can’t get a visa for her, we’ll marry so she can stay.” I cleared my throat that became thick just thinking of Autumn leaving. “I can’t be without her now.”
“I’m coming to Edinburgh.”
“No. I’ll bring her to you.”
“When?”
“Soon. We’re working on getting her here to stay, but I’ll bring her to you soon.”
“And you’re sure it’s not just, ah, her wanting to stay here, Sully? That she isn’t using you?”
I smiled over her concern. “No. I begged her to stay. I said it first. Trust me, Aunt, once you meet her, you’ll know there is nothing underhanded about her. She is the most guileless person I have ever met. Bonnie loves her—they were friends long before we met.”
“Sully, I’m so happy for you. I’ll get the guest room ready. Oh, I’ll bake her some barmbrack. Does she like tea? Does she like Irish food?”