Done fighting, I unzip her pants and slide my finger into her panties. I know what she needs to reach the pinnacle, and I will be damned if I don’t give it to her. She is so far gone she says nothing by way of protest. She is so fucking slick her naked lips are like a wet breakfast. Using one finger, I split her pussy lips, and she calls my name louder and rides my finger and zipper lined cock harder. “That’s right, angel, take what you need.” Touching her clit, I rub her swollen nub once, twice, before sliding it further into her pants inside her entrance. “Shit, baby, this pussy is so tight. Fuck.” I lick up the side of her neck, biting it, and a gush of wetness hits my hand before she screams my name and collapses onto my shoulder. “You are so fucking beautiful, baby.” I bring my fingers to my nose and leak into my boxers at the mere smell of her desire. “Look at how greedy your pussy is, baby.” Licking my fingers, I let her spicy wetness coat my mouth, and now I know more than anything, something has to give.
Chapter Ten
Orla
Holy moly! Last night was intense, and it wasn’t even the real deal. I have never come that hard by my own hand, so that was mind-blowing. I have to get myself together. I am convinced everyone knows what happened because anytime I think of it, my body turns red like a tomato. “Not going out today?” My mother’s disapproving comment kills whatever I was feeling.
“No. I am going to grandma’s house.” I continue to make my bagel and tea so I can eat and leave.
“Well, hopefully, you forget about this boy, young lady, and figure out your future. Do you have any idea how embarrassing it is to have my daughter acting like a slut all over New York?” I turn to face her, my body taut with rage. Did she just call me a slut?
“I have not been doing anything of the sort.” My shoulders roll back, and I hold my head up. I refuse to feel guilty about what happened between us.
“Still living in the clouds, I see. From what I can gather from social media, his whole life is coming and going. What, do you think you are going to be the one to change him?” Of course, she would find a way to hit me where it hurts. I don’t have anything to say to her that I can say without crying because she is right. He is still leaving. At least he hasn’t told me otherwise.
As soon as I walk into seanmháthair’s house, calm and love covers me. “Is that my Orla?” she calls from the kitchen. I walk to the back and see her once again cooking and happy as a lark.
“I missed you,” I tell her, hugging her and grabbing a donut.
“Same here. Where have you been hanging out?” She gives me knowing eyes, and I roll mine, knowing my father must have called her to complain. “Come on, girl, spill it.” She slides my hot chocolate across the counter, knowing this is my lie detector shot. I am a sucker for this stuff. Sipping it tasting the cinnamon and peppermint she put in it has me moaning and closing my eyes. Opening them, I look at her and smile.
“I have been with Liam,” I say, taking another sip, and then I almost choke when I realize what I said. “I don’t mean been with… been with… I mean, we have been hanging out.” I must look like a woman covered in hives because I feel like I am on fire. She chuckles and smacks my hand.
“I know that, sweet girl. But, I am glad you have decided to give him a shot.” Blushing, I shrug my shoulders.
“I don’t know, grandma. He is still leaving, so I am finding it hard to continue to find a reason to go. He is supposed to leave in three days.”
“Maybe he won’t. Love can change everything, my dear.” The word love has stunned me into silence at this moment.
“Seanmháthair, no one is saying anything about love. It is too soon for that.” Isn’t it? It has to be. Love can’t be why my stomach goes bananas whenever he is near me, but it hurts like I have been punched when he walks away. Love can’t be why the moment I see him, it is like oxygen has been pumped through my veins, but when he leaves me, I am dying. Certainly, none of that is love. Right?
“My dear girl, come sit.” She pats the chair next to her, and I move from the other side of the counter. “Did I ever tell you how I met your grandfather?” I shake my head no, settling in because I love a good love story. “I was walking through my village one day and saw this handsome young lad selling roses. I had never seen him before, and since I wasn’t with my father, I dare not approach him. Instead, I shyly looked on as he did his business, unaware he too was watching me.