Page 8 of Three Irish Kings

“Aye. I bet we have a lot more in common, too.”

“Yeah? Like what?”

My hands move down her hips, and I watch her face.

She doesn’t flinch, and I lean in closer.

Her eyes flutter closed, eyelashes fanning across her cheekbones.

Her breath mingles with mine, and I part my lips.

I will have all of her, but I’ll start by claiming her mouth.

As I’m about to devour her, someone clears their throat behind me.

Fuck. Talk about cock-blocking a guy.

Without even looking, I already know who it is.

I sigh and straighten up, pulling away from the goddess in my arms.

She pouts, opening her eyes.

At this moment, I hate Liam Hayes.

Isla is the most gorgeous woman I’ve ever seen, the woman I’ve had the strongest reaction to since I can remember.

But the fact that she might be Maggie is the reason that has him here.

It’s the what-if that makes me resent him. Because, what if she isnotMaggie?

“Hello, Liam.”

“Darren.” If this wasn’t him, I would pop him in the mouth for calling me by my full name.

I turn. “Can’t this wait?”

He nods tightly, his blue eyes icy. “No.”

I nod and look down at Isla. “I’ll be back.”

“See you later, Fun.” She smiles and slips past me, throwing a glance at Liam.

He keeps his eyes on me.

“You can bet your sexy ass, Trouble.”

I curse under my breath as she walks away, watching her ass jiggle in that tight dress as she moves. I keep watching until she gets to the bar, hoping no one else talks to her.

She's mine. At least, as far as tonight is concerned.

I turn to my best friend. “This better be important, Liam.”

“It’s a lot more important than a piece of ass. Especiallythatpiece of ass,” he growls, and I blink at him.

“What are you talking about?”

“Didn’t you look at the picture?” He pushes his phone in front of my face, showing me a picture of Maggie Sullivan, the woman feeding information to Cormac Callahan, his father’s rival.