I prided myself on being a good fighter as well as a good lover but fighting Liam Doyle was akin to taking on a kamikaze mission because I probably wouldn’t come out of it alive. The rational side of my brain told me to calm the fuck down and retreat, but the other side couldn’t seem to find a fuck to give because onward I went, sallying forth into the goddamned fray.
I turned the corner, half expecting to be confronted with Liam fucking Doyle all over Rosie, but the place was deserted. Shouldering the door of the men’s room open, I stuck my head around, seeing it was empty, which meant they must have been in the ladies’ room.
That was where I headed next. I pushed the door open and stomped in, my steps faltering when I was met with the sight of Rosie bent forward over the basins, leaning toward the mirror while she slicked lip gloss on.
Slowly, her head turned toward me, and she hitched a sexy eyebrow, drawling, “Lost are we?”
“Only in you,” I grated out as I headed for her. The urge to touch her was so damned potent that it drove me crazy. “Do you know how fucking delicious you look in that dress?”
Her eyes rounded, and she opened her mouth to say something, but I was already up in her space, pressing my body against her soft, curvy one. My hand cupped her jaw roughly, and I angled her face upward before nuzzling her nose with mine.
“Oh!” she exclaimed, letting out a shocked puff of air.
“Don’t say a fucking word,” I growled, my tone bordering on feral. I ran my nose along her cheek, inhaling her expensive amber scent. “Lean down and take off your panties, then lift that dress for me.”
“Donovan—” she began, but I cut her off with another growl.
“Do as you’re told,” I ordered, my tone thick with need. “Slide your panties off, Rosie. I’m gonna turn you around, tilt that ass up, and drill you against that wall. Your slick, needy pussy’s gonna take every inch of my hard, pulsing, fat, Irish cock until you beg me to let you come.”
“Donovan—” she snapped, but I slid a hand around the back of her ass and pressed my dick hard against her belly.
“Feel that?” I rasped. “I got eight inches and it’s all for you. Gonna fuck you so hard, you won’t be able to walk for a goddamned week?—”
A loudclunkfilled the room, followed by the sound of a chain flushing.
My heart jerked.
Rosie rolled her lips inward, and her expression filled with mirth.
A jolt went through me just as one of the cubicle doors flew open, and a familiar voice shrilled, “Donovan Eoin O’Shea. What the feck is that perverted shite coming outta your dirty, nasty-assed mouth?”
My gut plummeted.
Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
“Mary, mother of Jesus,” my goddamned mam screeched. “What kind of gobshite did I raise? If your father were alive, he’d knock your fecking teeth down the back of your neck. I swear, you’d better take your filthy hands off poor Rosie, or else I’ll take a fecking frying pan to your thick head.”
“Fuck,” I muttered, taking a step back. “I mean, sorry, Ma.” My hand fell back down to my side, and I cocked a questioning eyebrow at Rosie, who was in the process of trying to keep her shit together and not pee herself laughing.
“You’re sorry?” my mother shrieked. “I’ll give you sorry, you dirty little bastard. What the feck were you thinking, accosting poor Rosie like that? And at your brother’s wedding, no less.”
Slowly, I turned to face Ma. “I—umm.”
“I swear to the Virgin Mary herself, you’re an even bigger eejit than your brother.” Mam punched her hands to her hips and glared at me venomously. “I can’t believe a son of mine would walk into a public bathroom, cocky as you like, and talk to a respectable lady as if she’s his own personal sex slave. What got into ye? Do you need an exorcism? Do I need to call Father Michael to cast out the devil that’s clearly taken you over?” She mapped the sign of the holy cross over her chest with her index finger. “Jesus help me.”
“He was just joking around, Maureen,” Ro murmured, her lips still twitching. “You know we’re good friends, and your Donovan loves trying to embarrass me; it’s a silly game we play. No offense taken, I promise.”
“I’m mortified, Rosie,” Ma exclaimed. “Though not surprised. All my boys are dirty little feckers. They take after theirathair, God rest his soul. Lorcan was a horny little bastard too. Used to drive me loo-lah the amount of times he tried to bend me over the?—”
“Jesus, Ma!” I cried. “I don’t need to hear that shit.”
Ma’s eyes turned to ice. “And I didn’t need to hear you tell Rosie Woods you were gonna drill her against the fecking wall, Donovan O’Shea, but here we damned well are.”
Rosie let out a loud snort.
I tipped my head back and cursed the heavens.
Not much got under my skin these days, but this fuckup was epic. Callum and Tadhg were gonna rip me apart, and as for Atlas, well, I didn’t even want to think about his reaction; it could go either way. Still, I knew I wasn’t going to live this one down for a while.
