Chapter 5
5
Ciaron
I followed Taylor up the stairs to our room after dinner in the pub. Her jeans hugged her arse, and I couldn’t wait to get my hands back on it. I couldn’t wait to get my hands on any part of her body.
Her father was an arsehole. Daid may have been a criminal, but he was not a foul-mouthed oaf. I’m sure that Taylor was both embarrassed and hurt by his words. I knew how she was feeling. What sort of father would say those things about his daughter and her mother? I winced. Mam spoke that way about Daid sometimes, and if she was feeling particularly cruel, she would compare me to him, calling me soft or meek.
Taylor unlocked the door and led me into the room. It was quite small inside. A queen bed sat against a striped, wallpapered wall and there was a small desk and a simple ensuite. Warm light glowed from the lamps on the bedside tables.
I pointed to the phone on the desk. “I’m going to call my brothers to let them know I won’t be home.”
Taylor stood by the window while I dialled. It didn’t even ring. I got an automated message saying the phone had been disconnected or was temporarily out of service. I knew it was the first option. We’d had a final notice last week and I’d given Mam money for the bill. She mustn’t have paid it. I sighed and hung up.
I called our neighbour and asked her to pass a message onto Mam and the boys that I wouldn’t be home tonight. I was confident in my knowledge that if there was any trouble the boys knew to go to The Shamrock, especially since they couldn’t call me without a phone. Now that the neighbour knew I wasn’t there, she’d keep an eye on them, which was extra reassuring.
When I hung up, Taylor turned from the window. “Everything OK?”
My heart warmed knowing she was concerned enough to ask. Most other people would have brushed it aside.
“Yes, the boys will be fine. Seamus is eleven now. He looks after the boys sometimes if I’m at work and Mam goes out.”
“She leaves them home alone?” Her tone was measured, but the question showed she obviously didn’t think it was normal. It was our normal. It was something we’d all grown up with.
“Sometimes. It’s easier now that Tommy is five.”
“How old are the others?”
Taylor’s intense gaze held me to the spot. It felt like she wasn’t just listening for the answer; she was watching it as well. My heart thudded.
“Ronan is nine and Billy is eight.”
“And you’ve been looking after them since you were how old?”
“Nine.”
Her eyebrows raised and then smoothed out before she gave me a small smile. “Your mam is lucky to have you. When I was nine, my jobs were to clean my room, pick up horse poo, feed the chickens and collect the eggs.”
Sounded like an ideal life. I tried not to give my brothers too much responsibility. I wanted them to be kids and have fun.
I didn’t tell many people about my childhood, now adulthood. Having to defend our way of living to people who didn’t understand was exhausting. I’d learnt that lesson young. As I stood here with Taylor, answering her questions, I didn’t feel judged. Her questions didn’t feel like prying, more like she was trying to understand.
Taylor went to her suitcase and grabbed some clothes out. “I’m going to get changed.” She disappeared into the ensuite.
That was disappointing. I was looking forward to her stripping in front of me. I was planning on spending a lot of naked time with her until she left.
I had nothing to get changed into. I hadn’t planned to spend the night away from home. I stripped down to my jocks and t-shirt and hopped into bed. If she wasn’t getting naked, I doubt she would have wanted me to. I needed to take this at her pace. I wasn’t going to ruin my future with her because of my dick.
Taylor came out in her pyjamas—a plain blue top and blue polka dot pants. Her small smile as she hopped into bed next to me told me everything I needed to know. My dick would have to wait…for now.
Taylor hopped into bed and lay down beside me. “If you try anything, I’ll handle you like a 500 kilo horse.”
I leant over and whispered, “Define anything.”
Taylor grabbed my shoulders and half rolled me, half tossed me out of bed. I hit the floor with a loud thud, the breath knocked out of me. Dazed, I looked up at her face as she peered over the side of the bed.
I smirked. “Anything obviously means anything.”
She nodded down at me. “Glad we’re clear on that.”
I jumped up and climbed over the top of her before covering us with the blankets. Then I moved in close to her and put my arm around her. Got to risk it for the biscuit. She sighed and her body relaxed into mine. Her back pressed against my chest as she breathed, and I tried to match her rhythm. I fell asleep as peace settled over me.
* * *
I woke with my arm still around Taylor. My body was heavy, relaxed. I’d slept like I hadn’t slept in years. I didn’t need to have one ear open, listening to make sure my brothers were safe. The way Taylor had handled me last night told me she could look after herself, except when it came to her shitty family.
Taylor snuggled up closer to me as the morning sun filtered in the hotel window. So close, there was no space between us from our shoulders to our ankles. Heat rushed through me. My lips brushed her neck. She sighed.
“Good morning,” I said.
She pushed her butt against my hardness. “Seems like you’re ready to show me a good time.”
A jolt of energy pulsated through me. “Are you ready?”
“Show me what you got, Irish Boy.”
Show her what I’ve got? Fuck. The stakes seemed higher than just showing her a good time. My heart thudded. I didn’t know why I was so nervous. Because I wanted her. Not just her body, but her. All of her, including her heart.
If I was captivated by her after merely glimpsing her and enraptured after kissing her, how would I feel after fucking…no, having sex, with her?
I reached my hand up and brushed her hair away before trailing my lips along her neck. She didn’t make a move to stop me. I ran my hand down her side, her waist, her hip, and found the hem of her sleep top. My fingers tingled, almost shook, as they touched her bare skin. I found her breast and squeezed. Her breath faltered ever so slightly. I pinched her hard nipple and was rewarded with a small moan. My dick hardened.
I paid the same attention to her other breast. Her back arched, pushing her butt into my hard on again. I nibbled on her earlobe as my hand skimmed the skin of her stomach before reaching into her pants and underwear. Taylor opened her legs as my fingers travelled through the warmth.
She was so fucking wet for me.
My hand was restricted by her underwear. Fuck it. I pulled my hand out and grabbed her PJs and undies and tugged them down. Taylor rolled onto her back and kicked them off.
“Take your top off,” I demanded.
She did.
I pulled the bedcovers down so I could see her naked before me. My hard on was raging now. Her legs and arms were tanned and her torso a milky cream. There was a small round birthmark on her hip. Her breasts fell slightly to the sides. Holy fuck. I wanted to touch her everywhere, kiss her everywhere.
I tore my t-shirt off, and my underwear wasn’t far behind. She raked her eyes across my body and moistened her lips. My heart thumped in my chest as we stared at each other.
I was supposed to be showing her a good time instead of getting my rocks off just staring at her. My hand returned to her slick folds. I lowered my lips to hers and swept my tongue across the seam. Her lips parted and invited me in. Our tongues met stroke for stroke, and my fingers matched the movement.
I pushed her legs open with my hand and she opened them wider. I slipped two fingers in and pumped. Our mouths disengaged as she moaned. I slid my fingers out and found her clit. She was so fucking wet. I circled her clit and rubbed it, all the while watching her face to see what she liked best. When I figured out exactly what she wanted, my fingers were relentless as I drove her to the edge.
She bent her legs up and forced her feet into the mattress. It dipped slightly at my knees. Taylor’s breaths were haggard.
“I’m going to make you come so fucking hard the whole bed will shake.”
Taylor threw her head back and cried out. My fingers slowed, coaxing her.
“Come for me, Taylor. Come all over my hand.”
Her legs shook.
“Later it will be in my mouth. I want to taste you so bad.”
She cried out my name as her whole body shuddered. I slowed my fingers more and her tremors matched the movements. The bed shook beneath us.
Good time, achieved.
As her breathing returned to normal, I scrambled for a condom. I needed to be inside her so bad. I needed to feel her warm tightness around my dick. I rolled it on as fast as I could and moved in between her legs. I gazed into her eyes to make sure she was ready. A small smile lifted her lips.
I pushed in centimetre by centimetre. She tensed beneath me and her mouth opened into an O. But she didn’t tell me to stop. I pushed myself all the way in and out, lubricating my length.
Taylor shifted below me, changing position and bending her legs so she could take me deeper. With every stroke, a ball of tension built inside me.
“Harder,” she said.
I thrust. The tension built. I adjusted my hips. Taylor let out a small whimper.
I pulled back a little.
“Don’t stop,” she begged. She gripped my shoulders. I drove into her. She squeezed her pussy around my dick and held the pressure.
“Holy fuck,” I grunted.
Taylor cried out. Her hold on my shoulders tightened. My whole body shuddered as my balls clenched and released. The tension let go in a burst and I exploded inside her. There was no more pumping as a growl escaped from my throat.
Our chests heaved against each other as I stared down at her. The hair at her temples was wet and her face was flushed. My whole body was flushed.
“That was the best fucking sex I’ve ever had,” I said.
Taylor nodded and smiled. “You lived up to your promise to show me a good time.”
I kept eye contact with her. “That promise is for the rest of our lives.”
And I meant it. I fucking meant it. This was all sorts of crazy. Men like me don’t meet a woman, a stranger, and promise the rest of their lives. Not even men from stable backgrounds would. But here I was, making that promise, and I was going to make sure I didn’t fuck this up. Because three days were going to turn into forever.
We lay together, wrapped up in each other’s arms. This simple act of being together, lingering, holding each other was…special. It tied me to her. I didn’t feel pressure to be anyone else with her. I didn’t feel like I needed to speak to fill the silence. We were here together and that was enough.
From captivated to enraptured to consumed.
Everything about Taylor consumed me.