Chapter Twenty-Five

Eamon

"Hello? Earth to Kennedy," Teagan waves his hand in front of my face, effectively bringing me back to earth.

"What? Sorry, mate. I was miles away." I confess, glancing his way.

"I'd say. What's got your head in the clouds?"

I can't help the grin that spreads across my face. I thought heading to my place would help me focus on the paper that's due tomorrow, but I can't stop thinking about Norah.

"Oh," Teagan says with a knowing look. "You and Norah finally consummate the relationship, then?"

He wags his eyebrows before slapping me on the back. I shove him away, the grin still firmly plastered on his face.

"Fuck off. A gentleman doesn' t kiss and tell."

"What about shag and tell? And I know for a fact you're no gentleman," he jokes.

"I'll tell you what," I concede. "When you and Layla finally seal the deal, we can swap stories over wine like a group of lasses at a hen party."

"Ooh, can we do each other's nails too? I quite fancy a new mani," Teagan quips.

I'm glad Teagan agreed to be flatmates. He's tidy and quiet but knows how to have a good time. We're constantly slagging one another, but we're also able to have serious conversations when the time calls for it.

"Yeah, alright. Manis it is, but no waxing. I'm adopting a more natural look these days."

I chuckle and ask, "What is the deal with you and Layla? Have you seen her lately?"

He shakes his head and rubs the back of his neck. "I don't want to scare her off. I'm trying to let her know that I'm into her without coming on too strong, yeah?"

"You know she's nervous, right?" I ask. "Norah said she hasn't had a serious relationship before and doesn't sleep around, so she's probably completely out of her comfort zone. You may have to be more assertive."

"Aye, I figured that was the case. I'm fine with taking it slow. I'd like to build a friendship with her so she knows I'm not going to muck about with her. I'm not Ro." he laughs.

"Thank God for that. The world can only handle so much."

We spend the next couple of hours finishing homework in silence. I finish my paper and decide to reward myself by texting Norah. I'm itching to not only see her again but to touch her and kiss her breathless.

Eamon: Fancy some company?

Norah: He IS alive! I was beginning to wonder if you were still around.

Eamon: Can't get rid of me that easily, lass. I'm afraid you're stuck with me.

Norah: I could think of worse things. Finish your paper?

Eamon: Aye. Took a while to get my mind focused. Can't stop thinking about you.

Norah: The feeling is mutual. What are you going to do about it ?

Eamon: Are you home?

Norah: Yes…all by myself…

Eamon: Don't move. See you in twenty.

I all but jump up and run to the shower, cleaning myself in record time. I throw on a UNCW hoodie and a pair of sweats before tossing Teagan a wave and a cheeky, "Don't wait up for me!"

The drive to Norah's feels like an eternity, but in reality, it's only about ten minutes. I fly out of my car and bound up the steps, rapping my knuckles on the door. Too busy glancing down at my shoes when the door opens, the first thing I see is a pair of dainty, bare feet connected to shapely legs swathed in a tiny pair of silk shorts with lace edges. My eyes continue their ascent over Norah's body, drinking in the sight of her in a strappy tank top. She's not wearing a bra and I practically weep with thanks. Her nipples are peaked under the thin fabric, just waiting for my mouth. That wavy, auburn hair of hers hangs loosely over her shoulder. She rests a hip against the door frame and smirks.

"Hi," she says in a sultry voice.

"Hello, beautiful." I grin. "You look mouthwatering."

Her cheeks turn pink, but she steps aside, letting me enter. The door isn't even closed before I grab her and tangle one hand in her hair while the other latches onto her waist. My mouth descends on her in a hungry kiss that has her whimpering. Walking her backward into the living room, I never take my mouth from her skin. My lips, tongue, and teeth travel over her jaw, down her neck, and back up to that sensitive spot behind her ear. She moans and shoves her hands under my hoodie, exploring the lines of my stomach and chest. I pause long enough to tear the offending hoodie off and toss it somewhere on the floor. Norah places her hands on my chest and gently pushes me away, taking a small step back. Her eyes roam over me until she stops briefly on the low-hanging waistband of my sweatpants before openly staring at my growing erection. She bites her lower lip and then looks me in the eyes as she drops to her knees.

My brain malfunctions at the sight of my fire sprite kneeling before me. She grabs my waistband, but I stop her and choke out, "Norah, love, you don't have to do that."

"Shhh," she whispers demurely, still holding my gaze. "I want to. Please let me?"

How can I say no to that? I can't and don't want to, so I brush my thumb over her lips and nod.

Norah slowly pulls my sweats and boxers down my legs, eyes widening once she sees how hard I am for her. Cautiously wrapping a hand around the base of my cock, she leans in and brings her eyes back to mine. When she parts those pretty lips and takes me into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip, it's all I can do to keep from finishing this before it's even started. She takes me further, sucking like a goddamn pro. I'm sweating as my fingers tangle into her hair, guiding her carefully. She doesn't resist. If anything, she becomes more enthusiastic. Increasing her pace, she works her hand in time with her mouth. I'm not going to last much longer, so I cup her cheek and gently pull back.

She looks at me questioningly, "Did I do something wrong?"

I chuckle as I help her to her feet. "Quite the opposite, lass. You were a little too good."

Norah's eyes light up with pride. "Then why did you stop me?" Her fingers trail down my stomach, making my cock twitch against her torso.

Cupping her backside with both hands, I pull her against me and lower my mouth to her ear before growling out, "Because I need to make you come at least twice first."

She shudders and says breathlessly, "Well when you put it that way…"

I don't let her finish that thought before scooping her up and hauling her to the bedroom. She huffs out a laugh when I toss her on the bed then props herself up on her elbows. I just stand there for a moment, enjoying the sight of her mussed hair and swollen lips. God, she's stunning.

"What are you waiting for, Kennedy? You said something about making me come twice?" Norah questions, tilting her head to the side.

Oh, I like it when she gets mouthy. "You keep that up and I'll have to teach that pretty mouth of yours a lesson."

Her throaty laugh travels down my spine and straight to my cock. I grab her ankles and yank her to the edge of the bed, earning a squeal. Wasting no time ridding her of those little shorts, I'm pleasantly surprised to see she didn't bother with underwear. Before she can catch her breath, my mouth is on her and I devour her like she's my last meal. Her thighs clench like a vice around my head, and when I thrust my tongue deep into her, she screams out, "Eamon! Oh god, oh god, oh god…"

I can tell she's getting close, so I attach my mouth to her clit and suck. Hard. She goes off like a fucking firework, mumbling unintelligible words. I turn and bite her thigh, causing her to convulse once more. The taste of her on my tongue is an addiction I don't think I'll ever want to quit.

Norah

I'm spread out on my bed, gasping for air as Eamon moves up my body, caressing and kissing me all over. Sliding my shirt up and over my head, he palms my breasts, sucking and licking them in turn. I writhe against him, needing him as close as possible. When he finally makes it to my mouth, he kisses me slowly and deeply. I told Layla people don't fall in love this fast, but I'm beginning to think that what I feel for Eamon goes beyond lust. Undeniably happy, I can envision a future with him. I want a future with him.

His traveling fingers bring me back to the present, skimming down my body until he reaches my thigh. Gripping it, he hikes it over his hip and sinks into me in one smooth motion. The angle makes him go impossibly deeper and we both moan as we fall into a steady rhythm, our breath mingling with every gasp and pant. He keeps his word and makes me come a second time before he finds his own release. We lay there with our foreheads pressed together, catching our breath for a long moment.

"Well," I eventually say, "that was the best greeting I've ever had."

Eamon chuckles and buries his face in my neck. "Aye. I might have missed you a bit."

"Mmmm. I missed you, too." I purr as I trail my fingers up and down his spine. I'm not sure if I'll ever get used to the feel of his body under my hands, but I'm willing to spend as much time as possible finding out.

He rolls to the side, draping an arm over my stomach, and asks, "How was your day, love?"

Turning to face him, I lay my hands on his chest. "Uneventful. The girls and I got together last night for an old-fashioned slumber party, so this morning was for sleeping and nursing hangovers."

"Please don't tell me you painted your nails and swapped sex stories…" his eyes widen in alarm, making me laugh.

"Alright, I won't tell you that."

Eamon groans loudly. "I'll never be able to look your friends in the eye again, will I?"

This makes me laugh harder. "Sure, you can. They won't be looking at your face anyway."

His mouth falls open and he actually blushes .

"Are you blushing, Kennedy?" I giggle.

He rolls to his back, groaning again, and scrubs a hand over his face. I'm enjoying his discomfort far more than I should.

"Relax," I say soothingly. "Do you really think I gave them all the dirty details?"

"I don't think you would do it willingly, but that lot is pretty demanding. They could have tortured it out of you for all I know," he says with a grimace.

"You're not too far off, actually…" I concede.

"Ach! I knew it!" Eamon snatches my hand and rolls us back over, trapping me beneath him.

He pins my hand above my head and leans in to nibble my neck. I love this playful side of him as much as his serious side.

I lift my head enough to kiss him quickly. "I'm not the only one that spilled secrets last night. I probably shouldn't tell you this, but I know I can trust you not to blab to the world."

He furrows his brow and says seriously, "Anything you tell me in secret will stay that way, love."

"Well," I begin, "Myra was here. "

"Is that right? I hope she apologized for her nasty behavior the other night."

"She did, but there's a reason she's been acting out of sorts." I hesitate before saying, "She's pregnant."

Eamon's eyes are as wide as saucers, shock written all over his face. "No. You're not serious."

"It's true. It's still early, but she's definitely pregnant."

"Who's the father?" he asks, the puzzle pieces not fitting in place yet. I raise an eyebrow at him and wait.

"Fuck. It's Mac's, isn't it?"

I nod in confirmation. "She's panicking. I don't blame her. I wouldn't want to be carrying Mac's baby."

Eamon's features darken as he growls. "I'd rather you didn't bring up carrying another man's child while we're naked in your bed if it's all the same with you. The thought of another man even touching you has me feeling rather murderous."

I shouldn't be turned on by his possessive, caveman behavior, but it gets me seriously hot and bothered. I'm not ready for kids yet, but I don't hate the idea of having Eamon's babies someday.

"Has she told him yet?" he asks, clearly ready to move the conversation back to the topic at hand.

"No, she's not sure what she's going to do yet. I told her to make an initial appointment with an OB before she makes any decisions."

"Christ. This is huge. Mac can barely take care of himself. I can't imagine him being a father. Or even a supportive partner for her. On the one hand, if it were me, I'd want to know, but he's a selfish arsehole, so it might be better for him not to know." Eamon speculates.

Now I'm the one feeling murderous thinking about Myra, or anyone else for that matter, carrying Eamon's baby. I take a deep breath and push the thought out of my head.

"Just to play devil's advocate," I start, "what if this is what causes him to turn a new leaf? Makes him grow up and take responsibility?"

Eamon nods absently. "Aye, that's a good point. Is there anything more sobering than bringing a child into the world? It at least forces you to put things in perspective, doesn't it?"

"I would think so." I agree.

He tucks a strand of hair behind my ear. "It doesn't excuse her behavior, but it makes sense why she's been acting the maggot around ya."

I snort in amusement. "I think I need a book of Irish slang definitions if I'm ever going to keep up. What does that one mean?"

"Ach, I forgot you're a Yank." He teases, kissing my forehead. " Acting the maggot means a person is being a jerk."

"Yeah, that's accurate. I forgive her though."

"You're pure class, Norah Grady. You know that?"

"Whatever, Kennedy." I roll my eyes at him. "Now, what are we going to do the rest of the day?"

"I don't have that bleedin' paper hanging over my head anymore, so I'm content to stay right here, actually," Eamon mutters as he nuzzles my neck some more. "And I'm guessing the next two weeks you'll be tied up with the play. Not sure I can go that long without you, love."

"You make a very valid point," I agree. "I like your plan."

And that's exactly what we do.