“This is where our reenactment ends.” He raises himself, bracketing my head between his arms. “I can’t, in good conscience, come before you do.”
He keeps his word, fucking me deep, grinding against my clit every time he bottoms out. I come faster than I ever have. Whether it’s from all of the foreplay and build-up, or the way he hits all the right spots, I don’t know. It doesn’t take him long to reach his release either, and when he comes, a growl sounds from his throat before he collapses on top of me.
It’s fully dark now, the only sounds to be heard are the waves crashing on the shore mixed with our labored breathing. Teagan gently brushes my hairback before kissing me softly.
“That,” he whispers, “is how your first time should have felt.”
Chapter Nineteen
Teagan
“He did what?”
Layla’s voice hisses from the other room. When I woke up to an empty bed, I was disappointed. I love waking up next to Layla.
“I can’t believe he did that.” A pause. “No, I haven’t heard from Teagan.”
Fully awake and intrigued, I toss the covers back and amble into the living room where Layla is curled up in the corner of the couch. Her dark chocolate eyes meet mine, and I immediately rush to her side when I see them lined with tears. Winding my arm around her shoulders, I tug her close and give her a questioning look.
“Hang on just a sec, Charlie.” She pulls the phone from her ear, putting it on mute. “Have you heard from Eamon?”
A foreboding sensation sinks into my stomach. “No, atleast not that I know of. Let me check my phone. What’s going on?”
“Eamon broke up with Norah in Ireland,” she mutters, those tears now spilling over.
“He what?!” I practically shout. “What the fuck? No, that can’t be right.”
Layla shrugs. “Charlie got a text from Norah just a little bit ago, saying that Eamon dumped her and she’s headed back to Dublin to catch a flight home. She didn’t give any other details.”
Rising to my feet, I stalk to where my phone is plugged in and yank it off the cord to call my roommate
“Norah! Norah, where are you?” Eamon answers immediately, completely frantic.
“It’s Teagan, mate. What the fuck is going on? Layla said that you broke up with Norah and she’s on her way back to the States. Please tell me this is some sort of sick joke.”
He groans. “It’s a long story.”
“You fecking eejit,” I snarl, shocked that it’s true. “What on earth possessed you to make such a dick move? I thought you were in love with her?”
Now I’m right pissed. Eamon doesn’t make brash decisions like this, so something must have happened.
“I was.I am,” he says.“It’s complicated, Teag. My Mam and sister need me here. Caity is doing poorly, and Mam shouldn’t have to do this alone. I need to be here for my family.”
What?
“I get that, but how does ending things with Norah factor into this? Surely she’d give up everything to be there with you. Everyone can see she’s head over heels for you.”
“I can’t do that to her.” He sounds so sure of himself. “She has a life in Wilmington. I won’t ask her to give it all up just so I can selfishly keep her by my side. I love her too much to tie her down.”
Laughing humorlessly, I ask, “You’re a thick gobshite, aren’t you, Kennedy? Did you even think to ask her what she wanted? Because it sounds like you made the decision for her.”
“But,” he tries to interrupt.
“But nothing. This isn’t the Middle Ages, mate. Women don’t need men making the decisions for ‘em.”
“Fuck off,” he growls. “That’s not what I was doing. I was trying to save her from a miserable life. She might be willing now, but what happens when the years drag on, and she starts resenting me? Better to end it now after a few months than years.”
For fucks sake.
