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Teagan

“Ma, I know you want me to come home after graduation, but I can’t do that now and come back in September.”

I’ve been on the phone with my mum for nearing an hour now, trying to tell her that I’ll be back in Ireland in September for Eamon and Norah’s wedding, but all she heard was me saying I wouldn’t be coming over the summer.

“In September?”

“Aye, that’s what I’ve been trying to tell ya, but you’ve been eatin’ the head off me this whole time. Eamon and Norah are getting married in September.” I finally explain, rising from the sofa in my flat to make a cuppa.

She hums as if contemplating my words before asking, “They’re getting married in Ireland?”

“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.

“Arms extended above your head.” She complies instantly, so I reward her with a bite to the other cheek.

“Teagan,” she whines, wiggling her hips.

I slap her arse sharply, making her gasp. “I said not to move.”

“Sorry, Papí.”

A crimson handprint starts to bloom on her skin, so I rub it soothingly as I contemplate where I want to start with her. My cock is so hard, I know I won’t last long once I sink inside of her. I never miss an opportunity to taste her though.

“How attached are you to these knickers?”

“Right now? Not at all.” Her voice is muffled by her arms.

“Good,” I say, then grip the fabric with both hands and literally tear it from her body.

Layla gasps, but it quickly turns into a moan when my tongue reaches her pussy. I lick her slowly from front to back, lingering where she’s the wettest. She tastes so fucking good. Her hips start to grind, so I stop, smacking her arse.

“Cailín…” I growl in warning.

“I can’t not move, Teagan,” she whimpers, turning her head to stare at me. “It’s impossible.”

“You can do it, Lovely.” My words fall against her golden skin like a caress. “Just a little longer for me and I promise you can move as much as you want, yeah?”

With a deep inhale, she exhales her reply. “Okay, Papí.”

“I love it when you call me that,” I tell her before diving back in, spearing her with my tongue as my hands squeeze and knead her arse.

Devouring her vigorously, her sob filled moans and heavy panting ricochet around the room until she’s begging, pleading for me to fuck her.

“ Please , Papí. I need you.”

With a final languid lap, I relent, nipping her inner thigh gently. Rocking back to sit on my heels, I take in the sight before me with satisfaction. Her legs quiver, pussy swollen and glistening.

“Teagan, either fuck me or let me move. I’m aching.”

“You did so good, darlin’,” I praise her.

Sliding a palm up her spine, I fist it into her hair. Tugging gently, I coax her into a kneeling position between my legs, her back to my chest. One arm wraps underneath her breasts while I grip her chin with the other so I can turn her face to mine and kiss her deeply.

“See how good you taste?” I murmur against her mouth. “It’s no wonder I can’t get enough of you.”

Layla slides her hand into the hair at the back of my head, pulling my mouth back to hers for another kiss. As she sucks my tongue into her mouth, her free hand grabs mine from under her breasts, moving it to cup her. I love the heavy weight of her in my palm, the way her softness rests against me. Releasing her chin, I walk my fingers down her body until I find her clit. When the pad of my middle finger rubs circles over it, she pushes her hips back, grinding against me.

Her lips tear away from mine. Layla spins to face me, reconnecting our mouths, tongues battling for dominance. Nails scrape against my scalp, making my cock twitch between us. Carefully, we shift until she’s on her back, those sinful legs wrapped around my waist. I hate to leave her mouth, but the rest of Layla’s bronze skin is begging to be kissed and licked. When I move to the juncture where her neck and shoulder meet, her body bows against me.

“So needy, Layla,” I mouth against her chest before moving down to those dusky nipples. I pause, taking one in my mouth while tweaking the other between my thumb and forefinger.

“I need you,” she pants, body rolling beneath mine. “Please.”

“Aye. I’ve got you.”

The promise comes so easily. I will always take care of her in any, and every, way she needs or wants. When her body is aching for release, I’ll be the first—and only—to provide it. When she needs support or encouragement, I’ll be the one to remind her that she’s capable of anything she sets her mind to. When she needs protection, she’ll find it in my arms, or standing behind my back as I take the blow for her.

Without taking my mouth from her body, I guide my cock into her heat slowly, savoring the way she feels, how perfectly crafted she is for me. Every time I sink into her feels like our first time together. The way our bodies meet, paired with this emotional connection, lights me up in ways I never expected. The physical attraction has been there since day one, but it’s morphed over the last months, turning into something vital to my very existence. I need Layla. I need her physically, emotionally, and spiritually. She is the other half of me.

Is there a feeling or action bigger than love? If so, that has to be what I’m experiencing. My heart swells in my chest, beating desperately for the beauty beneath me. Lifting my gaze, I find her dark brown eyes boring into my own with an intensity that matches the thoughts in my head.

Each thrust is punctuated with a kiss—to her lips, her neck, her shoulder, wherever I can reach while staying inside of her. Her gasps turn to moans as her fingers grapple for purchase in my skin as she edges closer to release.

“Deeper,” Layla orders breathlessly. “I need you deeper, Teagan.”

My hips punch forward in compliance, earning me her screams of approval. I need more. Sliding my arms beneath her, I scoop her up into a sitting position, legs bracketing my thighs. Her arms wrap around my neck while I latch onto her full hips with a bruising grip. This angle keeps her fully seated to the hilt, making every thrust that much deeper.

“Fucking come for me, Layla,” I grit out between clenched teeth. I’m so close that it’s painful.

“Come with me, Papí.”

She doesn’t have to tell me twice. Pressing the pad of my thumb to her clit, I move it just the way I know she likes.

“Yes!” Layla screams, tossing her head back as her inner walls clamp around my cock, her orgasm barreling through her.

“Fuck, yes.” Growling, I thrust one more time and spill into her.

My body falls back onto the bed and Layla collapses on my chest. We’re covered in sweat and panting harshly. Layla traces idle designs on my pec, while I lazily run my fingers through her silken hair .

“I love you,” she whispers.

It’s not the first time she’s said those words, and it won’t be the last, but it still gives me a thrill. The sincerity behind them makes my heart swell even more. I tilt her chin up so I can look into her eyes.

“I love you , Layla,” I tell her earnestly. “So much that those words don’t feel like enough most of the time. That probably doesn’t even make sense.”

“No,” she says quickly, cupping my jaw. “It makes perfect sense because I feel the same way. You’re everything I didn’t know I wanted or needed. Or even thought I could have, if I’m being honest.”

My eyebrows pull down in confusion. “What do you mean, love?”

Pulling herself up slightly, she folds her arms over my chest and rests her chin on them. “Before you, when I envisioned my future? I saw myself with someone my parents picked out, married much younger than I wanted to be. I’d have a bunch of babies, all while working a job I didn’t love. Never, in a million years, did I ever imagine I’d find someone on my own. I never dreamed of finding someone who not only respects my dreams, but encourages me to go after them. Someone who will stand up for me, making it known that I’m my own person; I don’t have to repeat history just to leave a legacy. Teagan, I know, beyond a shadow of a doubt, that we’ll spend the rest of our lives together. But I love that there’s no pressure to get married and start a family.”

A lump forms in my throat. It’s nothing I haven’t come to realize myself, but hearing the words come from her mouth is a beautiful sound. Brushing her hair behind an ear, I respond with a whispered, “Aye.”

Her eyes soften. “I know that you want that someday, though.”

“Layla,” I breathe. “My lovely Layla. I’ll be honest. I would marry you right this very second and give you a million babies… if that’s what you wanted. Yeah, I want that someday, but only with you, if and when you’re ready. If that day never comes, then so be it. I’m not going anywhere. If I can’t do life with you, I sure as fuck don’t want to do it with anyone else. If we never get married, and only have a dog, I’d still be the happiest bloke on the planet.”

She giggles. “God, you say stuff like that and it makes me want to forget everything I just said. Just marry you and have your babies right this second.”

A grin spreads slowly across my face. “And hearing you say that makes me want to practice putting babies in you right this second.”

Layla’s squeals turn to soft groans when I suddenly roll us over, taking her mouth with mine, and sliding my cock inside her again to show her how dedicated I am to practicing.