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“This is my favorite part of ya. So round and perfect. You’re a sight like this for me. Feckin’ beautiful.”
I can’t begin to imagine how jiggly I must look from behind, but I push the thought from my head as his hands continue to roam over my entire backside, mapping it out like he wants to memorize every curve and dimple.
His piercings feel different in this position, rubbing against my G-spot, and it doesn’t take long before I feel my orgasm building.
“I’m going to… Mike, fuck. Oh fuck, I’m—” I’m unable to finish the thought as waves of pleasure crash into my body, drowning me with an intensity I’ve never felt before.
“Tá mo chroí istigh ionat,” he rasps as his hips still and his cock swells inside me.
As soon as he pulls out, my lower half collapses. I feel him climb off the bed, probably to dispose of the condom, but I can’t move.
When he comes back in the room, he’s fully dressed in his ridiculous calendar outfit. A tiny part of me is disappointed but I’m not sure why.
He leans over the bed and kisses the side of my forehead. “Get some rest before those mischievous little sprites return. You earned it.”
“You’re really playing into the whole Irish bit, huh?” I lean up on my arm as he talks.
“It’s only a couple weeks till St. Paddy’s. It’s like Christmas to the Emerald Isle.”
“Is it?”
He chuckles. “I don’t know how to compare it, actually. It’s a deeply religious affair to my folks. We head to Mass, have abig feast, and spend time together as a family. Similar to what some might do at Christmas. But there’s no caroling or magical being bringing gifts.”
“The leprechauns don’t leave you a pot of gold if you’ve been a good boy?”
“They don’t. The leprechaun originally was a derogatory symbol created to disparage the Irish. Americans have made it their mascot for the holiday, but a lot of Irish people take offense to it.”
Shit. How do I keep putting my foot in my mouth with this man? “I’m sorry, I didn’t realize that. I hope I didn’t offend you.”
“Nope. It doesn’t bother me or my Ma, but my Da… it does his head in sometimes.”
“Does his head in?”
“It fires him up. He’s been known to get into a pisser about it.”
“Ah, got it.” I push up on the bed, sitting as he continues.
“And we don’t dye large bodies of water green, or dye our beer, or even wear green for that matter. That’s more of an American thing.”
“You’re gonna get your ass pinched if you don’t wear green on that day around here.”
“Trust me, I’ve learned that lesson. I was born in Ireland and moved to Boston in high school before we ended up in Chestnut Mountain. So I’ve seen many different ways to celebrate the holiday, and I honestly like the quietness of it here. I don’t need a big parade, just time with my family and friends. And some Irish stew.”
He strokes my cheek, and I lean into his hand as he kisses the top of my head. “Now get some rest with what little time you have left.”
“Where are you going?” Did that sound as needy out loud as it did in my head?
If it did, Mike doesn’t let on as he walks to the door. “Headed to the store. Gotta pick up everything I need for tonight.”
“What’s tonight?”
He turns and grips the doorframe, leaning on it like one of those thirst trap book boyfriends on social media. “Our date.”
CHAPTER 13
MIKE
“Oh my God, you’re early,” Lucy huffs, opening the door a crack like she’s not going to let me in.
