Chapter 10
MYLES
My phone buzzes in my pocket and when I see it’s Maeve—again—I send the call to voicemail.
Again. I’ve already taken a blowtorch to my relationship with Howie.
I’m not going to ruin her relationship with her dad by being a stubborn prick and being with his daughter when he clearly doesn’t want me to.
What the fuck was I thinking? I knew she was forbidden fruit the moment I tasted her and yet, once I got my first bite, I couldn’t stop.
The thought of life without Maeve in it is tearing me up inside.
She somehow managed to open doors within me I never knew were there.
She made me feel things I’ve never felt before.
Things I never knew I could feel. She opened me up to a feeling of love I never thought I’d have.
And I didn’t realize it until those words fell out of my mouth. Until it was too late.
She was right. I spent too many of my years living in fear.
Living scared. I let my fear over what people might say or think guide my actions.
And maybe that’s why I’ve spent most of my life wandering the world.
Maybe I’ve been searching for the very thing I found in Maeve.
The thing that’s been under my nose this whole time. And now it’s gone.
“Another, please,” I say, tapping my empty glass.
The bartender comes over and refills my glass.
I pick it up and stare into the amber liquid, giving it a little swirl as I do.
I throw it back then set the glass down and check my watch.
I still have two fucking hours to kill before my flight.
I guess I’m lucky I was able to get a flight out at all, given that it’s almost Thanksgiving.
“Forget how to answer your phone?”
My heart lurches as Maeve slides onto the stool next to me. “What are you doing here?”
“Came to find you.”
“How’d you know where I’d be?”
“Where else would an Irishman be but at a bar?”
“But how’d you know I was at the airport?”
She smirks. “My dad’s a tech genius, remember? He pinged your phone.”
“Ah. And why would he do that?”
“So he could tell me where to find you in the first place,” she says. “Duh.”
“No, I mean why would he help you find me after he tossed me out? I’m persona non grata in the Finley household in case you forgot.”
“Yeah, about that,” she says. “My dad wants me to bring you back so he can apologize.”
“Apologize?”
“Yeah, we had a come-to-Jesus talk and I made him see what an asshole he was being,” she says. “He wants you to come back with me. He wants to tell you he’s sorry in person.”
“Sorry,” I say. “So—”
“He said he’s okay with us being together,” she says, her smile brighter than the sun. “He said it’s going to be weird for a minute, but he says you’re the best man he knows, he actually used the word, ‘integrity’, and that he knows you’re going to be good to me.”
“He said that?”
“He did.”
“And what did you say to get him to say that?”
She shrugs. “I just gave him some hard truths. All that matters is that he sees the error of his ways and he’s okay with us being together,” she says. “So, the only question left to answer is, do you still want to give this a shot? Because I do. I love you Myles. And I know you love me.”
“I do.”
Her smile is followed by a breath of relief. “So, what do you say we get out of here? We still have a Thanksgiving dinner to plan.”
It’s all happening so fast, I’m caught in a web of surprise and disbelief.
But the idea that I’m getting a second bite at the apple fills me with a sense of relief that’s second to the feeling of joy filling my heart.
I pull some cash out of my pocket and throw it on the bar then pick up my bag in one hand and take Maeve’s in the other.
“Let’s go,” I say.
We walk out of the terminal and she leads me across the street to the car park.
I throw my bags into the back of Maeve’s car and can’t seem to keep the bloody smile off my face as I climb into the passenger seat.
She turns to me and smiles. Leaning over, I slide my hand behind her neck and pull her into a kiss.
It’s slow and sweet, filled with passion and meaning.
And when I pull back, I smile as her eyes shine brightly.
“I love you, Maeve.”
“And I love you too.”
Then without another word, she climbs over into my seat and straddles me as she pulls her skirt up. I’m mildly shocked but can feel myself thickening beneath her.
“What are you doing?” I ask.
“We’re going to be around my dad all day, so I’m taking advantage of our alone time,” she replies as she starts unbuckling my belt.
“Alone time?” I laugh. “We’re in a bloody parking garage. Anybody can see us.”
“Guess we’ll have to be quick then, huh?”
She kisses me hard as she reaches into my jeans and grabs hold of my cock. She wraps her small, delicate fingers around the shaft and squeezes tight. I grunt then moan into her mouth as she gives it a few pumps with her hand. I don’t know that I’ve ever been harder in my fucking life.
Maeve raises her hips, and I slide my hands up her thighs, pulling her panties to the side.
I slide one fingertip along her slit, pressing firmly on her clit then back down again pressing into her center.
I raise my hand now already wet with her juices.
She watches as I slide my finger into my mouth and taste her.
“I’ll never get enough of tasting you,” I say, my voice low.
“I’m going to hold you to that,” she replies. “I fully expect to have your face between my legs later tonight.”
“Count on it.”
She grins as she nestles the head of my cock between her velvety folds.
She grips my shoulders and sighs, a wide smile on her face as she sinks down onto me.
My cock is fully sheathed within her and Maeve leans her head back, groaning in sheer pleasure.
Slowly, hesitantly, she begins to ride me.
She slides up and down on my staff, leaving it slick with her nectar.
She leans forward and kisses me, her tongue lashing mine as she rises and falls on my cock.
“You feel so bloody good,” I gasp.
I grab her ass and give it a short, sharp, slap, making her squeal. She looks down at me, her eyes glittering mischievously.
“Harder, Daddy.”
“You are a naughty little girl.”
“You bring it out in me, baby.”
As she pumps herself up and down on my cock, fucking me good and hard, I give her ass another sharp slap.
Maeve yelps then groans salaciously. Her pussy grips my shaft tight as she rides me and I feel my legs begin to shake.
I hear the rumbling engine of a car going by followed by a honk and the echo of laughter and whistles. Maeve looks positively delighted.
“Sounds like they’re enjoying the show,” she moans.
“Dirty little girl.”
She smiles as I slap her ass again and she speeds up, her rhythm frenetic as she fucks me.
I pull her top down, spilling her tits out of the fabric and into my mouth.
She gasps as I graze her nipple with my teeth then circle her tight little ass with my index finger.
She stiffens as I slide the tip of it into her ass but gives me a smile and fucks me harder.
Maeve bounces up and down on me harder and faster, my finger in her ass and my cock filling her pussy.
She’s moaning loud and the windows are steaming over.
Thankfully. She kisses me again and bites my bottom lip as I feel her body growing taut.
Maeve sinks down onto me, taking me as deep as I’ve ever been and she starts to tremble.
“Oh, my God,” she gasps.
And as she comes all over me, I feel my cock stiffen then pulse.
A moment later, I’m caught up in the throes of ecstasy along with her as I come.
I feel my cock throbbing, filling her with my seed.
Maeve leans forward, gripping my shoulders as she writhes on my staff as we come together.
I feel her pussy pulsing around me, milking every last drop of my come out of my cock.
Breathless, her face glowing, Maeve leans forward and rests her forehead against mine. We stare into each other’s eyes for a long moment and I smile.
“I love you,” I tell her.
“And I love you.”
I pull her into a kiss and as I do, I feel a piece I never knew was missing fall into place inside of me. Never before have I ever felt so complete. She melts into me and I wrap my arms around her small frame, holding her tight.
“Don’t ever let me go,” she says.
“I don’t plan on it. Not ever, love,” I respond and mean it.