“Yeah, in Kilkenny.”
“I see. I suppose that’s your only reason for coming back, is it?”
Christ. I love my mum, but sometimes she makes things unnecessarily difficult.
“No, Ma.” I pinch the space between my eyes. “I’m not coming back just because of their wedding. If they weren’t getting married, I’d come this summer. No matter what, I was still coming home for a spell.”
“Just a spell?” She sounds genuinely shocked. “Are ya not coming home for good now that you’ve gotten your degree and played football?”
“For good? What? Do you mean back to the farm?” Now I’m the one in shock.
“Aye, ‘course that’s what I mean, Teagan. What else would I mean?”
A soft knock sounds at the door and Layla enters right after, smiling. I point to the phone and mouth, “my Ma”, and she nods knowingly before heading down the hall to my room. My eyes trail after her, enjoying the way her arse looks as she walks away.
“I was thinking maybe you were codding me since I’ve made it pretty fecking clear that I’m staying in the States,” I say sharply. “Where the bleedin’ hell did you get the notion I was coming back for good?”
“You’ll mind your tongue when speaking to me. Your Da said once you were done dossing about overseas, you’d be coming home. Said you just needed to get it out of your system and then you’d be back.”
I scoff. “Will I, yeah?”
At this point, I’ve lost interest in talking with her. I stalk back to my room where I know my lass is, and freeze in the doorway. Laying stomach down on my bed, she’s reading a book. In just her knickers. I’m vaguely aware of my mum prattling on.
“Ma, listen,” I start, eyes never leaving Layla. At the sound of my voice, Layla angles her head to peek over her shoulder at me, batting her lashes. “I’ve gotta go. Something urgent just came up. Talk later, yeah?”
“Teagan, this is important…”
“Love you too. Ta.” Ending the call, I place my phone on top of my dresser. I step into the room, closing the door behind me.
Layla starts to turn over, but I want her just like this. “Stop. Stay right where you are, Lovely. I want to admire the view.”
She giggles but obeys. Reaching behind my head, I grab the collar of my shirt and tear it off, dropping it to the floor. Propped on her elbow, Layla’s long hair cascades over her back in an ebony waterfall. I can’t tell if she has a bra on or not, but appreciate the deep purple satin knickers that only cover the upper half of her peach of an arse.
“To what do I owe the pleasure, Cailín?” I keep my voice low as I pop the button on my jeans, stepping out of them when they fall.
She glances over her shoulder and purrs, “You seemed a little tense. Thought I could help you relax.”
Because we both know this is going to lead to us naked, I remove my briefs and approach the end of the bed. Bending at the waist, I lean over, caging her in with an arm on either side of her torso, and whisper against the shell of her ear, “You’re such a good girl for me, aren’t you?”
Goosebumps erupt over her skin as she nods. “Sí, Papí.”
I bring a hand to her hair, scooping it up and laying it over her shoulder. No bra. With a single finger, I follow her spine from the base of her neck to the top of those plum-colored knickers. Hooking my finger under the elastic band, I pull until it snaps back into place. She flinches, sucking in a breath.
“How are you going to help me, Layla?”
“However you want.” Her voice is just a whisper now.
With a kiss to the small of her back, I trace the line of fabric with my nose down one cheek, biting the fleshiest part not covered with satin. Layla squeaks as she attempts to rub her thighs together.
“Don’t move,” I command, voice low with desire. “Do not seek relief of any kind, understand? You’ll come when I say so, and only by my touch.”
“Fuck,” she breathes out. “Sí, Papí.”
Climbing onto the bed, I trap her legs with my knees and sit back, careful to not put my full weight on her.
“Arse in the air, Cailín. I want it right in my face.”
There’s no hesitation as Layla slides her body onto her hands and knees,but I press my hand between her shoulder blades—a silent order to put her chest flat on the bed.
