“Teagan,” she sighs, stepping up to me, looping her arms around my neck. My hands instinctively go to her hips. “Let’s imagine that you just had your heart broken and one of your friends comes bouncing in, all smiles and boasting about a new relationship. Tell me, how would you feel?”
“Oh. Right.” She’s got a good point. Wasn’t I jealous of Eamon and Norah not that long ago? “I don’t love keeping us a secret, Layla. So Eam better pull his head out of his arse and fix this.”
“Not arguing with you there. Let’s just wait and see what state they’re in, and go from there.”
Nodding, I lean in to kiss her. When she presses herself into me, slipping her tongue into my mouth, I know we aren’t packing up just quite yet. We’re both feeling the impending separation and, even though we know it’s not permanent, there’s no telling when we’ll have a moment alone again. It’s not like she can come over to my flat since I live with Eamon; since she lives next door to Norah, there’s no hiding when I’m over there.
Layla’s fingers knot into my hair as a whine escapes her. The sound detonates something in me, and the next thing I know, I’m spinning her so that her back is to my chest. I band an arm under her breasts, sliding a hand around her throat to angle her face as I murmur against her neck. “If this is the last time we have for a while, I’m damn well making sure it’s memorable.”
She gasps but her body rolls against mine, and I know she wants this as bad as I do. The hand under her breasts snakes across her belly, under the band of the little shorts she’s wearing, and slips into her knickers. When my fingers creep into her folds, she’s soaked. I groan and circle her clit with the pad of my middle finger, before yanking it out, ripping her shorts off and falling to my knees behind her. I palm the globes of her luscious arse with both hands, leaning in to bite one of the cheeks, making Layla squeakin surprise. Standing, I press my hand to the small of her back, pushing her forward until her hands hit the mattress.
“Get on the bed and stay on all fours,” I command, my voice rough with desire.
She obeys instantly. Seeing her on her hands and knees has me on the brink of combustion. My hands roam up her back, shoving that tank top up and over her head. When it falls down her arms, I lean over, pressing her down until those heavy tits are flat against the bed. Gripping her wrists in one hand, I extend her arms, wrapping the tank top around them.
“Leave them there.”
Layla nods vigorously in response.
“That’s a good lass,” I croon, trailing kisses down her spine. I bite the other arse cheek when I reach it. Her lust-filled groan makes my cock jerk. Tired of not being inside her, I line myself up with her entrance and slowly sink into her, hands latching around her waist. Once I’m fully seated, I don’t move.
“Coge me,” she exhales. Those inner walls flex around me, tempting me to lose control.
Releasing her side, I scoop up her long hair and twist it around my hand. Gently pulling, I watch in fascination as her back arches. Holding her in this position, she starts to squirm.
“Am I hurting you, Lovely?”
“No. I need you to fuck me, Teagan. Please.”
A feral groan leaps from my throat and I pull out to the tip before slamming back into her, grinding my hips against her arse before retreating to do it all over again. With every punch of my hips, she cries out in pleasure and begs for more.
“Aye, that’s it, Lovely. Let me hear you,” I grunt.
“¡Si, Papí!”
Fuck, do I love it when she calls me that.
“You’re doing so good, Cailín.”
“Más duro,” Layla pleads. “Harder, Teagan!”
Her wish is my command. I release her hair to latch onto those wide hipsso I can fuck her the way she needs me to. The sound of our bodies slapping together is pushing me closer, but my lass will always come first if I have anything to say about it.
“Come for me, Layla,” I command through gritted teeth. “Now.”
She screams when she shatters, and it’s a symphony to my ears, demanding that I go with her. So I do, with her name on my lips.
Chapter Twenty
Two Months Later
Layla
“We’ve been seeing each other for a couple of months now.”
It’s been two months since Eamon and Norah split, but it was barely weeks before they were back together. Eamon realized the error of his ways and flew back to North Carolina with a contrite heartanda ring in his pocket. They both learned the importance of trust and communication. And now they’re engaged!
Which is how Norah found out about Teagan and me. Shortly after arriving back in the States, she caught me texting him. I couldn’t lie to her, so I came clean. She was happy for me, but I could see the pain in her eyes, and I didn’t want to make it worse by flaunting our newrelationship. We didn’t make it public knowledge until after Eamon returned and they worked out their issues. Well, mostly public knowledge.
