Chapter 13
Chapter Thirteen
He took her several times during the night, and each time, she responded to him as though they’d been lovers all of their lives.
Sometime in the wee hours of the morning he did move to the other bed, happily exhausted.
Around ten o’clock, he awoke to some pretty substantial Irish cussing coming from the bathroom. Naked, he padded across the rug.
Sean was stunned to see his bride washing the sheet in the bathtub on her hands and knees.
“What in the name of all that’s holy are you doin’?’ he demanded, planting his hands on his hips.
Maeve glanced at him over her shoulder, eyed his body with a look of poorly concealed lust and turned back to the tub.
“I’m tryin’ to get the blood stains out of these sheets before the maid comes in,” she stated as though he were an idiot.
“Why?”
“Why?”
“Aye, that’s what I said.”
“I can’t have them comin’ in here and knowin’ what we did last night,” she replied briskly. “T’would be too embarrassin’,” she hissed.
Going to her side, he reached down and pulled her to her feet, despite her struggles.
“Leave them,” he snapped.
“No, I can’t,” she insisted. “I have to get the stains out.”
“Maeve, you will leave them and you will get dressed. We’re goin’ downstairs for breakfast and then we’ll do a bit of sightseein’. When we get back, this room will be right as rain. I guarantee it.”
“But they’ll know what we were doin’ in here last night,” she protested indignantly.
“Aye, they will. Do you think it’s somethin’ they’ve not seen before?” he asked as he pulled her to the bedroom and released her.
“I don’t care whether they’ve seen it before or not, they’ll not see it in our room,” she snapped, bolting back toward the bathroom.
Sean had her in three strides. Spinning her around, he bent and tossed her over his shoulder.
“Darlin’, I hate to do this so soon after the weddin’, but if you don’t stop, I’ll be forced to turn you over my knee. Now no wife of mine is goin’ to be scrubbin’ and cleanin’ at a hotel, not when we’ve paid good money to stay here. That is the maid’s job and you’d do well to heed my words.”
“But—”
“The only butt I’m interested in at the moment is yours,” he growled, smacking her bottom hard. “Now what’s it to be, love? A spankin’ or breakfast?” he asked sternly.
“Breakfast,” she whispered.
“There’s a sweet lass,” he said, his good humor restored.
Carefully, he bent and set her on her feet.
She glowered at him but did not say a word as she dressed.
He was pleased. At least she’d minded him.
He’d hate to have to blister her lovely bottom when he had such grand plans for it later.
Grinning, he bent and kissed the top of her head before going into the bathroom.
* * *
They had breakfast at a small café, went to the Eiffel Tower and the Champs-Elysees.
Lunch was taken back at the hotel, and they spent the afternoon making love in their room.
For dinner, they dressed and Sean took her to Monsieur, an elegant restaurant which cost the moon as far as Maeve was concerned.
She was still complaining about the prices when they returned to their room.
“Hush, love,” Sean scolded, taking her wrap from her shoulders. “’Tis part of our honeymoon and we can afford to splurge a bit now and then.” Maeve stuck her tongue out at him and he scowled fiercely back at her until she retreated to the bathroom to change. Then he grinned.
Maeve came out of the bathroom wearing a slinky black nightgown. Sean stared at her speechless. She looked around in shock. While she’d been showering, he’d rearranged the furniture, removing the large stand between the two beds and pushing them together.
“What the devil have you done, O’Malley?” she squeaked out. “You’re goin’ to get us evicted.”
“Nonsense,” he replied, lounging on the bed. “We’re leavin’ in the mornin’ anyway. Besides, a married man has the right to sleep beside his wife,” he insisted. “Come here.”
“No, hurry, move them back before someone comes.”
“Who’s goin’ to come,” he snorted, “other than us, I mean.”
“Lord, you’re nasty. Whoever would have thought the great and oh so pious Sean O’Malley had such a dirty mind and mouth.”
“’Tis funny you should say that, love,” he drawled, rising and beginning to stalk her, a wicked grin on his face.
“Why?” she asked suspiciously, backing away.
“Because I’ve a mind to do somethin’ to you with my nasty mouth that t’will have you pleadin’ for mercy,” he advised as he trailed her, taking off his clothes in the process.
“Oh no, I think you’ve done quite enough,” she gasped as she dodged behind the chair.
“Not nearly enough, darlin’, not yet anyway.”
Within minutes he was naked, his clothes strewn across the room. “Get on the bed,” he ordered sternly as they circled the chair.
“Kiss my arse, O’Malley,” she sassed back, tossing her hair behind her.
“I plan on it,” he said with a grin, “if you would only cooperate.”
“That’s disgustin’,” Maeve replied, appalled at the very idea.
“’Tis lovely,” he argued. “Get on the bed, lass.”
“No,” she hissed beginning to panic now she knew his intentions.
“Now see here, who wears the pants in this family?” he demanded.
Looking him up and down, she began to laugh.
“Not you,” she pointed out with a broad smile. “You’re naked as a jay bird.”
O’Malley lunged.
She skittered away at the last second and made a mad dash over the beds for the bathroom. At least she could lock the door until he came to his senses. Imagine wanting to put his lips on her arse!
He caught her before she could turn the lock. Picking her up in his arms, he carried her to the bed and tossed her onto it. She bounced several times while trying to scurry off the other side.
She was stunned when he grabbed a pillow, dropped to his knees beside the bed and took hold of her ankle. Slowly, he pulled her to him, her nightgown sliding up to her waist and beyond.
“My, my, virginal one night and seductress the next,” he murmured as more and more of her body was revealed despite her efforts to both get away and tug the gown down.
“I had to wear it,” she defended herself. “Bridy gave it to me and made me promise.”
“Bridy is a good lass,” Sean said, smiling.
“I hope John marries her. Now,” he said grasping her other foot and pulling her nearly to the edge of the mattress.
“Be a good lass. I’ve a surprise for you, in fact, in the comin’ weeks you’ll see I’m full of them,” he continued as he bent her legs until they were splayed open in a wanton manner.
“You’re full of somethin’, O’Malley, but I doubt ’tis surprises,” she snapped.
“Hush, love. You’re goin’ to like it,” he whispered, lifting her hips and stuffing the pillow under her bottom.
Maeve snorted.
“Put your hands over your head. There’s a good lass.”
“Am I likin’ it yet?” she asked between her gritted teeth.
“Shh, give me time, love,” Sean breathed against her skin as he began kissing her thigh. “Lord, give a man a chance to do his job.”
“Ah, I see. Your job is to embarrass me.”
Sean snickered and lightly bit her soft skin.
Maeve was embarrassed. No one had ever looked so closely at her private parts, or held her captive with his huge hands gripping her thighs.
It was mortifying and as soon as he finished doin’ whatever it was he was about, she was goin’ to break one of those horrendously ugly pink lamps over his head.
She continued to wiggle about, wanting to pull his hair but not quite daring to.
His warm lips trailed up her leg getting closer and closer to the forbidden spot she least wanted him to touch, at least with the lights on and especially with his mouth.
In desperation, she tried to close her legs and choke him.
Sean raised his head and fixed her with a firm stare as he pushed her knees apart.
“Mrs. O’Malley, we’re tryin’ this and that’s the end of it.
If, when I’m done you truly hate it, we’ll never do it again.
For now, you’ll mind your husband, that t’would be me,” he reminded her.
“If you can’t be a good and obedient wife, lass, I’ll roll you over and make your bottom cheeks as red as your top. Do we understand each other?”
“Aye,” she hissed, collapsing on the bed in defeat. The overbearing oaf was going to pay for this. He’d be lucky if she didn’t skip out on him before they boarded the plane for America, or maybe after. She really did want to go there.
Throwing an arm over her eyes, she held still, determined to show him he was wrong. She wouldn’t like it. How could she when it was so humiliating? Then she felt the first lap of his tongue against the place that brought her all the pleasure.
Holy hell he was a devil, she thought.
Soon he was feasting on her. The noises were disgusting but the sensations incredible. She imagined her mind was like Mrs. Riley’s jelly, a glutinous mass incapable of thought. It was even worse when she realized that a great deal of the noise was coming from her.
Sean licked, nibbled and continued to torment her as she unraveled. When his lips fastened on her and he slid his finger inside her, she screamed, panicked and tried to move away. He pulled her back swiftly and resumed, moving his finger in and out in an imitation of the actual act.
Somehow, of their own volition her hands sank into his hair, holding his mouth to her as she shattered.
Later she realized she had, in fact, pleaded for mercy, but he’d shown her none.
Instead, he gave her but a moment before he continued until she’d skimmed along from orgasm to orgasm, each one growing stronger, each one making her cry out his name until she was hoarse.
He wasn’t satisfied until she was sprawled on the bed as limp as a noodle and just as mindless. Sean rolled her over, shoved her gown higher and lifted her bottom as he crawled onto the bed behind her. In seconds, he was inside her, his cock taking up every available millimeter of space.