Page 21 of An Angel’s Share (The Greystone Family: Greystone Brothers #1)

Aoife

I can’t believe I’m crying again. My tear ducts must be linked to my orgasms. After each one he’s given me, the tears have started. He’ll think I don’t like it, but boy oh boy I do. It’s unqualifiedly heaven, he is absolute heaven.

I quiet my sobs and let him keep talking. His voice is a symphony to my ears. I love to hear him talk like this to me. To my heart. He’s soft, no hard edges. I can almost taste the marshmallow centre.

I’m rubbing my face on his chest, slowly up and down.

Rubbing my scent all over him. Marking my territory.

My hands have moved of their own volition onto his stomach, under his T-shirt.

He’s so hot, and not just in looks. His body is a toasty furnace, and I snuggle in, my fingertips roving over his glorious abs.

He moves me slightly and removes his T-shirt. One-handed, Hollywood leading man style. He gifts me with a libidinous smile, and keeps staring into my eyes. My hands keep moving up, and when I run my nails over his nipples, his lips part.

I want him again. I need his Hollywood dick.

I almost hear the paparazzi cameras clicking as he pushes down his jeans that were already hanging so low on his waist. Clearly the belt is not just for sexual purposes.

As his cock springs free, I almost gulp.

It's massive, hard, and swinging in my direction, like a compass finding true north.

“I’ve laid out blankets in the hay.” He nods behind him. “If we ever get into a proper bed, I’ll not know what to do with you.”

His face splits into a huge smile and renders me mute. He’s so gorgeous. Picking me up, and kicking off his jeans—no boxers—he moves us to the neatly laid out blankets.

“Is that from the house?” I spot a furry cover that I’m sure lives in the library. He nods mischievously.

“It was that or clean horse blankets. I decided to upgrade us.” He kisses my hair. “Although I don’t care, I’d lay down for you anytime. You can clamber on top of me forever.” His voice is low and seductive. It’s back to velvet chocolate. God, he’s tasty.

Laying me down gently, he begins his long, slow build up again.

I spot the bottle of lube at the side of the blankets, and he drizzles some into his hands and starts to massage my tits.

Holy mother of god. Never have I felt anything like this.

Every tug, nip, lick, suck, bite pushes me nearer to another detonation.

He’s stroking his cock, and only stops when I take over.

Grinning, he rolls onto his back so I can hold him harder.

Covering his hand with mine, he reminds me how he likes to be held.

I’m so turned on, reveling in the look on his face, how the pleasure softens it. How his eyes go molten, liquid fire .

My tongue is desperate to taste him, join in the party, but as I move to bring him to my mouth, he stops me.

“I want to be inside you, Rua. I won’t last if your pretty mouth gets near me.”

“I want to watch you come, I?—“

“You will. Come up here and lay facing me.” He pulls me up to face him, now laying on his side, his hands and cock gleaming with lubrication.

He grips behind my knee and pulls it towards his hip.

Sliding into position, facing me. His cock glides between my slick folds, thrusting in, my body trying to pull him inside me, pulsing, moving deeper and harder.

I kiss him, and my mouth is hungry for his lips.

I’m biting at him as he loses his rhythm, his movements becoming erratic, wild, frantic.

“Come with me, Rua, again, or I’ll fuck you tied to the bench.”

Oh God that voice, those words. I’ll do anything he commands. His body demanding, calling me to him at all times.

I’m pulling his hair as his fingers find my clit. Stroking his cock in and out at a frantic pace, his fingers match the intensity as he pushes us both into the fire burning alongside me.

We lay together for hours. Dozing, then making love again.

I don’t consider the fact anyone may look for us.

I remind myself of every inch of the glorious body next to me.

The man is the most generous lover I have ever had.

His mind is as intricate as his touch. Every graze of his fingertips is designed to give me pleasure, even if he gives me pain first. He watches and learns how my body responds.

He remembers from our time together, referencing things he learned from California.

I don’t want this to end. When I think about him not being here, him going home, I get a lump in my throat. Which is ridiculous considering we’ve only just met really, officially.

I’m a highly logical person, incredibly pragmatic. But this is not logical at all. I’m beginning to question my sanity. Is it the pregnancy hormones? Are they pushing all the wrong buttons for decision making but all the right ones for pleasure inducing?

“What is it? What’s upset you?” He’s wiping my tears and smiling gently at me.

Holy hell, he needs to stop being so nice.

“Do I need to grab the belt again, beat it out of you?” He starts to chuckle as I try to stop my smile breaking through the tears.

“Swing that soft leather at your pussy.” I choke back a cry.

“Bind those hands above your head and suck, lick, and bite those magnificent tits until you come, and come again.” He’s started to move his fingers over my breasts.

“I don’t want you to leave,” I blurt out. “I know it’s madness, but I feel like I’ve known you all my life.”

His eyes take on a golden hue in the sunlight, I can see the natural caramel highlights in his chocolate brown hair.

His face is deadpan, no emotion on it. Oh no, I’ve said the wrong thing.

I can blame it on the love hormones. The madness of oxycontin.

I go to try and pull away, a bit embarrassed of my clingy irrational behaviour. And my statement.

“No, don’t move away from me.” He tightens his hold on me.

“I thought it was only me that was feeling these crazy feelings. I knew you were special in America. I was going to try and find you when I went back there this autumn. I thought about it before, but got sidetracked at home.” He pushes the hair from my face, enabling him to watch every nuance.

“And I also felt it was madness. How can you feel so deeply about someone you just met? Picked out at an event. But I did. When that condom broke, I never noticed. I was too far gone. To focused on you, how special you were, and are.”

His face has changed from blank and deadpan to every emotion crossing it, but pouring out of his eyes is love. Or at least I think it’s love. His look is how I feel. Can this actually be happening?

His hands move down to my tummy, to caress the baby.

“I told you I would be there for your body because of the child. But I want more than that. I want it all. Us, together. I know it’s quick.

Hell, it’s crazy even for me. But what if this is right?

What if this is it? I’m prepared to go for it.

We’re not young eighteen-year-olds, we’re adults.

Been out in the world for a long time. I told you I was all in.

I meant it, Aoife. What about you?” His voice is certain, commanding, conviction streaming out of him.

It’s a good job I don’t have a heart rate monitor on, it would have broken the ECG machine with as fast as my pulse is racing. My fingers trace his brow, following the divine bone structure down to his full lips. His tongue pops out and licks my fingertips.

“I want to be an ‘us.’ I want to be together. I’m going to tell my dad tomorrow.

I’ll sort Liam out after the board meeting.

I don’t want to rock the boat any more before that if I can help it.

Create more enemies before I get in that room.

Will you give me time to tell him? I’m not going to tell Mammy.

I can’t deal with her at this point. But I want Daddy to know the truth.

” I fix my eyes on his as he moves closer to me, kissing me, pouring his whole self into it, and I return his ardour.

“I agree. I’ll come with you to tell him.

I’ve already told Marshall.” I suck in a breath at that.

“I couldn’t not tell him. He knew I was going loco over you when I hit Liam.

But he won’t say anything until we do.” He doesn’t look repentant about what he’s done. He thinks it was the right thing to do.

I look at his angelic face. “I love you, Jonno. I know you might run a mile, but I’ll risk it if you do.”

“Dr Aoife O’Clery, the risk taker. Well I’m right there with you, Doctor. I’ll definitely risk it, because I love you, too.”