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  “It was more like thirty, and that’s because it was right.”

  “It was right?”

  “Yeah, it felt right. Us. I, um, I felt it.”

  His words knock the air out of me. I love how unsure but simultaneously confident his gaze is. When I look up at him, my heart is knocking the shite out of my ribs, and I’m itching to touch him. Jaysus, I want to touch him. So feckin’ bad. Breathlessly, I whisper, “I thought I was cracked.”

  “That’s crazy, right? Fiona says that a lot.”

  I nod, smiling wide at him. “Yeah.”

  “Oh, well, you weren’t,” he said, stepping toward me. “I felt it too, and it was all good until I got stupid.”

  I giggle a bit as I nod. “Yeah, true. You’s a feckin’ eejit.”

  He smiles, but when he captures his lip between his teeth, my pussy clenches. “Either way, e-ejit, did I say that right?”

  I’m full-on smiling at this point. “Eejit, it flows fast.”

  He shakes his head, but he’s still grinning. “Yeah, um, eejit—”

  “Better.”

  His eyes darken as he holds my gaze, and it feels like he’s getting closer to me. “Me being an eejit and all, it was real.”

  I don’t know what the hell I’m thinking, or even what the hell I’m doing, but I can’t help the sensation. This overwhelming need for him…I’ve never experienced anything like it. Never.

  I don’t care. I just want him. “Was?”

  His eyes widen a bit as he gazes down at me, his whole body only inches from mine as he nods. “I thought I ruined my chances.”

  “Ya didn’t.”

  “I didn’t?”

  He moves toward me, but I hold my hand up. “No, but I’m no hoor.”

  He fights back a smile, pushing his chest into my hand, sending heat straight up my arm. “Please say that again.”

  “What? I’m not!”

  “I know. Say that again, though.”

  “Why, ya freak?”

  He doesn’t answer me, but his eyes burn into mine, and when he reaches out, taking my face in his hands, I hold my breath. “Because even though it’s a really shitty word and no woman should be called it, when it comes from your sweet lips, it’s the hottest fucking word I’ve ever heard in my life.”

  I gulp. “Yeah?”

  “Yeah,” he says before he drops his mouth to mine, capturing it zealously with undeniable need. He pushes me into the side of the pub, and my fingers grasp his hair as he holds me in his hands, our mouths crashing together passionately. I gasp against his mouth when I feel how hard he is when he presses into me. Everything inside me burns molten hot, and I can’t believe I went without him for so long. I was obviously craving him. Needing him. My hands lower between us, and I undo his pants. He tears his mouth away from me, his gaze meeting mine as he whispers, “I don’t have a condom, and we don’t have your Costco supply drawer.”

  My brows rise while I unleash his cock, gathering it in my hands. He hisses out a breath as I ask, “What is Costco?”

  “Warehouse store. Fuck, you drive me wild.”

  Moving my hand down his silky cock, I whisper, “Do they have a lot of stuff there? Load of condoms and such?”

  “Everything is in bulk,” he bites out, leaning his head into mine. “You can get it stupid cheap too. My mom loves it.”

  “Talking about yer ma when yer cock is in my hand in a bit tacky, yeah?”

  He closes his eyes as he chuckles, his lashes kissing his cheeks before his mouth parts delectably. He is absolutely beautiful. “Some would say so.”

  I grin as I take his jaw in my hand, guiding his mouth back to mine. “But not me.”

  He opens his eyes slowly, meeting mine. “Not you.”

  “No, ’cause I don’t judge.”

  “Neither do I.”

  “Fuck me, Jacks.”

  “Yes, madam,” he says almost on a moan before we are tearing at my jeans and pushing them down. Lifting me up, he presses me into the wall as he enters me in one hard thrust. Our groans mingle, our mouths meeting sloppily as we kiss desperately. Pulling out to the tip, he slams back into me over and over again. His mouth moves away from mine, nibbling at my jaw, my neck, as he pushes into me, holding me tightly against him.

  Pulling back, he looks at me as he stills inside of me. His eyes are so beautiful and dark as he moves his nose along mine, pressing his lips ever so softly against my top lip. I’ve never seen eyes like his and never felt like this under a man’s gaze. I’ve been told I was gorgeous, mesmerizing, and every other compliment in the book, but I never felt it. Under Jackson’s gaze, though, I feel it.

  And that’s fucking terrifying.

  Tightening his arms around me, he arches back a little, and soon he is jackhammering inside of me. He is so big and he is going so deep that soon my release is imminent. Clenching around him with my thighs, I cry out as he slams hard into me. With a loud grunt that I feel in my soul, he jerks once, twice, then a third time before he leans into me, crushing me with his massive body.

  But I love it.

  I feel safe.

  He trails kisses along my forehead, and I close my eyes as I kiss his neck and his jaw before our mouths meet once more. Drawing the sweetest kisses from him, I squeeze my arms around his neck as he squeezes my waist.

  But when a crash comes from behind me, I jump and he holds me tighter.

  “It’s fine. It was just the kitchen.”

  I look around, making sure as his thumb moves soothingly along the small of my back. I take a deep breath. “We should probably get back.”

  “Yeah,” he says, but he doesn’t put me down yet. I look up at him, my fingers tracing his lips before he kisses each of my fingertips. Kissing my palm next, he smiles before pressing his lips to mine. “I don’t want to.”

  I quirk my lips as I nod. “They’ll start to suspect at any moment.”

  “Yeah,” he said, pulling out of me and setting me to my feet. I don’t want to let him go, but I do as he steps back, watching me with a grin on his face.

  “What are you grinning at?”

  “You. All of you.”

  I blush a bit as I reach for my pants and panties. I almost have them on when I hear my name.

  “Have you seen my sister? Lena?”

  “Fuck,” I gasp, fastening my pants, and when I look at Jackson, his eyes are wild not with fear, but uneasiness.

  When the door opens, Declan looks at me, and I look back at him, confused. “Hey.”

  He glances around, and when I do the same, I don’t see Jackson. “What are you doing?”

  I roll my eyes. “I’m tired of Mrs. K. She’s an old bat that gets on my last nerve.”

  “She is. But come on.” He holds the door open for me, and I step inside, taking one last look behind me, but I don’t see Jackson. What the hell? “We’ll get through this together.”

  I smile sweetly as I nod. “Thanks.”

  “But, really, Lena, ya gotta be a lady out here. You gotta watch yer tongue. You know how Ma does it. In the house, no cares. But outside of the estate, we have to put on our best faces.”

  I roll my eyes. “I hear ya.”

  “Just please be the lady you were raised to be. You don’t have to dress the part, but act it, please.”

  I do hear him.

  But I’m pretty sure a lady wouldn’t have come running down the inside of her thighs.

  So, am I really a lady?

  Too bad I don’t care.

  Well, that was unexpected.

  I mean, I wanted it. I wanted it badly, but I honestly didn’t think I’d be hiding behind a door with my dick out. Tucking it into my jeans and buttoning my pants, I listen as Declan talks to his sister about being a lady. It makes me grin. I’m pretty sure it’s against all the rules of being a lady to have sex with someone outside of a pub. Especially to let said someone come inside of you.

  I pause mid-stride.

  Shit, should I have done that? What if