Total pages in book: 83
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79139 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 396(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“No,” Seamus moaned. “Don’t stop, damn it. Not yet.”
Bellamy’s laugh was filled with lust and a rough satisfaction. “Stop fighting me. This isn’t over. This is only round one. Come and we’ll do it again. I need to feel you come on my cock.”
With that promise ringing in his ears he let himself go, coming so hard he lost his voice from shouting Bellamy’s name. Nothing had ever…it was… Fuck. He couldn’t find the words or remember his name. When Bellamy stiffened and found his own release, hips jerking and pulsing against Seamus, something inside him shifted. Changed.
It took a while to recover. When he did, Bellamy was rejoining him on the bed after disposing of his condom, the expression on his face so arrogant Seamus wanted to hit him again. Or tie him up and have his way with him until he was the one begging.
I’m starting to sound like Owen.
Bellamy was caressing his chest and he lost his train of thought, moving to get closer. “I think it’s safe to say you enjoyed yourself.”
What did he say? He wanted to thank him. He wanted to say Wow! fifty times like a dumbass. He wanted to do it again and his brand-new erection seemed to agree.
But there was another part of him that wanted to put some space between them. That voice was scared and louder than the others. It might not be a bad idea to take a beat and think. This was too much, the voice said. Too addictive. You’ll miss it when it’s gone.
He pushed up onto his elbows and glanced at the time on the alarm clock. “We should shower. I want to stop by Murphy’s before we meet the cousins.”
“I can see it’s been a while since you experienced what happens after mind-blowing, body-breaking sex.” Bellamy was kissing his neck and the soft words made his skin heat.
“A long while,” he admitted hoarsely. Never. He’d never had sex like that in his life.
Bellamy rolled him onto his stomach and started kissing his way down his spine. The scared voice disappeared, the way it always did when Bell touched him like this.
“I find the best thing to help me recover from great sex is doing it again right away. Just to make sure it wasn’t an accident.” Before Seamus could respond his cheeks were spread and Bellamy was spearing his still sensitive ass with his tongue.
“Christ!” Seamus rose up onto his hands and knees, and Bellamy’s mouth followed. It was good. Better than it had been before because Seamus knew what was coming. “Good plan,” he panted, spreading his knees apart so Bellamy could have better access. “Oh God, that’s….”
He looked over his shoulder and moaned at the sight of Bellamy’s face pressed against his ass. “So good, Bell. Don’t stop.” His tongue was thrusting like a cock inside him and Seamus was pressing back, riding it helplessly. Wantonly.
He really was shameless.
***
“Thank you for that,” Gillian said as they walked down the hall to his hotel room, arms full of bags that smelled like heaven. “Bess has been asking about you for days, wanting you to come back in before you went home tomorrow. I think she’s in love with you.”
He got the door open and held it with his hip, letting her through while snagging a chip to pop into his mouth. “The feeling is mutual,” he mumbled as he chewed.
Seamus was definitely going to miss Bess and Gillian.
And Ireland.
But most of all, he was going to miss Bellamy. This week had been like something out of a fantasy. Now Owen and Jeremy were meeting him at the airport in the morning to fly back to reality. The reality of his wonderful life with his loving family and beautiful children. The business he’d wanted for years.
So why was he so Goddamn miserable?
“Hey.” Gillian dragged him over to the small dining table in front of the window and spread out their feast. “Talk to me. I haven’t seen you either, you know. I was starting to think Bellamy had kidnapped you and tied you to his bed.”
Seamus felt his face heat. “Only once.”
She crowed in delight. “I knew it. When I asked him, he denied it, but I had a feeling.”
“You asked him? When?”
Gill finished chewing and wiped Bess’s special sauce off her lips. “You know. When we were finalizing our partnership for Murphy’s.”
Seamus lowered his fork and stared at Gillian. “What partnership?”
Her cheeks flushed. “He wants to be my silent partner, Seamus. He loves what I’ve been able to do with Murphy’s on a shoestring and he thinks my ideas are promising. That means he’s taking on a significant portion of our overhead and boosting our marketing ad-buy with the tourism board.” She shook her head, as if unable to believe her good fortune. “My father needed to pass the ownership title over to me, and my brothers are limited in what they can access, financially speaking, but with what he’ll do for us in return, it’s a small price to pay.”