“Candy is Sorensen, right?”
“Sorry…yeah. Anyway, he flew to Ireland, scooped me out of the vomit I’d passed out in, and brought me back to the U.S. where the rest of my brothers were. They’re the same men I work with now at the FBI. They saw me through my detox and rehab, and Candy put me on his team. He saved my life, Wes.”
Patsy leaned forward and brushed tears off my cheeks. I hadn’t even realized I’d been crying until he reached for me. He wrapped me up in his arms and kissed the side of my head. “I didn’t want to upset ya,momhuirnín, but I wanted ya to understand why I don’t drink.”
I leaned back, looking into his beautiful eyes. “Moo warn…neen?”
“Uh, yeah…close enough.” He lifted a hand and cupped my cheek. “Dear…it means my dear or darling in Gaelic.”
I smiled. “I like it.”
“I like ya a lot, Wes. That’s why I told ya what I did.”
“You didn’t have to, Patsy, but it means a lot to me that you did.” I lifted his hand and kissed his knuckles, taking new note of the scars I’d seen on them. I wasn’t about to ask him about his torture. It wasn’t my business and I knew if he wanted to confide something so personal with me someday, he would. Reliving something so horrid would be painful, and I honestly didn’t want to force him to go through it all over again. I’d be here to listen if and when he ever decided to open up. If he never did, that was okay too.
“It means just as much to me, that ya were here to listen, so it did.” He reached up and slid the pad of his thumb over my cheekbone before frowning as if he’d just remembered something. “Bugger,” he said, leaning back. “I didn’t ask ya about yer arm.” He pulled out of my hold and smoothed a hand over my chest. “I got caught up in meself after Cassidy and Mike left.”
“My arm is better. I took my antibiotics and pain pills and I feel much better.” I showed him by making a fist with my left hand.
“I’m so glad to hear yer on the mend.”
I nodded. “I wouldn’t be without your help, Patsy.”
“And I promise I’ll be here whenever ya be needing some help, especially if the detectives have more questions for ya.”
“You said they were friends when you called them to Father Gilmartin’s residence last night. I guess that means you trust that they’ll handle their suspicion of me fairly?”
He was quick to nod. “I certainly wouldn’t count on anyone else to treat ya as fairly, Wes. I know whatever the truth is…they’ll find it.”
“Good.” I opened my mouth to say something when he suddenly yawned then tried to cover what he’d done by turning away. I couldn’t help but laugh, which earned me a glare. “You’re tired, Patsy.”
He smirked then took both of my hands, scooting so close, he was nearly on my lap. “Not that bloody tired.”
I smiled, letting go of his hands and reaching for his ass instead. I pulled him up and over my thighs until he was straddling my lap. “That’s better.” I wound my good arm around his neck and pulled him close, finding his mouth again. He slipped his arms around my back, massaging the muscles as we kissed. I loved kissing this man and having him so close, even fully clothed, was really doing it for me. I’d always had a thing for smaller men, but it was hard to find a guy who ticked all my boxes. Smaller usually meant slimmer and in most cases younger and I wasn’t into twinks. I liked a man like Patsy who had a hard body that I attributed to his job.
Though he hadn’t described exactly what he did, I’d overheard him asking his friend, Napoleon, if he was missed at training. I could only guess it meant something to do with his job after he told me he was with the FBI. I really had to ask him more about it, but at the moment, I was enjoying kissing him too much, I couldn’t care less about asking questions…not while I was struggling not to have an orgasm.
By the time we finally came up for air a few minutes later, I was panting. My dick was so hard, I could pound nails with it, and I could only assume Patsy was having a similar problem, judging by the way he was squirming in my lap. “I really want to take this to my bedroom,” he said, “but the truth is, we might be movin’ too fast, Wes.” His sharp eyes searched mine.
I sighed, feeling disappointed. I knew he wasn’t rejecting me, but I’d been hoping to move things along. “I really,reallylike you, Patsy, but I’m content to wait until you’re ready.”
He smirked, then took my hand and moved it to his groin. “Feel that?” I nodded, wrapping my fingers around the bulge in his jeans. “I want ya to know it’s not that I don’t want ya. I just want to take the time to get to know ya better.”
I smiled. “I want to get to know you better too, Patsy, and that’s really saying something because I don’t usually want to get to know a man before riding him.”
He threw his head back and giggled…actually giggled. When he looked back at me, his eyes were dancing. “Thanks. The anticipation of that is goin’ to follow me all day tomorrow.”
I grinned as he let go of me and slid off my lap. When he stood up, his prominent erection drew my gaze. I immediately covered my face and groaned. “Damn you.”
He laughed and held out a hand. When I took it, he hoisted me off the couch and pulled me into his arms. I kissed him deliberately, wanting to chase all his demons away. When I finally broke the kiss, I smiled at him. “At the very least, I should sleep on the couch tonight. I feel bad about taking your bed.”
He frowned. “One more night, Wes. Yer still recoverin’ from a bullet wound. I don’t mind sleepin’ on the couch. It’s a soft couch.”
I sighed, knowing it was no use arguing with the stubborn Irishman. “Good night, Patsy.”
“Nighty night, mo mhuirnín.” He squeezed my hand once more, then let go.
I blew him a kiss as I headed back to the bedroom, unable to hide the ridiculous smile on my face.
