Oooh, I get a good one. Snapping my attention back to his, I stab my chin forward, my lips touching his beard. “You overgrown leprechaun in a lady skirt!”
The second he growls louder and grips my throat, I reach off to the side and revel while splashing the orange juice right in his face. He breaks his hold, and I roll over with the awkward splint while he swipes at me, snarling.
I blow a raspberry as he slowly climbs onto the bed, crouching again, juice dripping off his beard.
“One last chance, Firecracker. Keep runnin’ that wicked tongue, and I’ll bend ye like a willow and wreck ye like a pagan rite.” He bobs his brows.
I blow a raspberry. “If I wanted days of your sweet, soft, andslowkiss-ass eating, I’d shag an English harp player!”
His whole jaw hardens. A vein in his brow throbs. Then, his eyes burn.
Oh, that really got him going! I beam at him.
He lunges for me, and I roll over, cursing when I realize there’s no more bed. Thank god it’s closer to the floor. I thud on my ass, the splint thumping awkwardly.
Rory is on top of me a second later, gripping my wrists, yanking them above my head, with me spitting fire. He grinds his hardness against me. Heat explodes in my stomach and radiates between my thighs. Fucking finally!
Pinning my pelvis with his weight, but not cutting off my air, Rory licks my earlobe. And clicks his tongue. “Naughty little Lass with her sweet ass. There be other ways I can torture ye.”
He lowers one hand and?—
“Ohgodohfuckinggod! Yousonofabeeetch!” I cry and squeal as he works those fingers in soft, curling tickles of pure torture. Underarms, ribs, neck. Nothing spared. “Bahahahastooop—I’mgonnakillthecook—hahahaAHHHH!” I unleash the longest piercing scream ever.
The next split second, Jude, Vincent, and Seth all burst in.
“What in all bloody fuck?” Seth yells. “Rory!”
Jude crosses the space in three long strides, grabs the back of Rory’s hair, and pulls. He howls, breaking his hold on me as Jude drags him back. I squeeze my arms around my body, protecting my hypersensitive nerves.
But I can’t help the swirling heat in my pussy or the proud rush of air in my chest.
“She started it!” Rory spits, pointing a finger at me.
Jude shoves him away and reaches my side just as I sit up and flip him off with both hands. “And I’ll fuckingfinishit!” My blood is blazing. I wag my hand, kissing the air. “Come and get it, you impotent shamrock.”
He growls, lunging again, but Vincent slams him to the ground with Seth getting his legs.
Jude is quick to pick me up and glances at the bed. I practically scald him with my glare. “Not. The. Fucking. Bed!”
Jude smirks. “Seems our sweet little Queen needs more attention.”
“Good fucking God almighty! I just need a goddamn change of scenery. But all I get is you morons never asking fordirections!”
Jude throws his head back and laughs. I hate it, too. Because it’s that type that makes me want to fucking hump him.
Shaking his head, he nods to the others. “I believe it’s time to level things up.” He licks his lips.
“Does that mean?—”
“No happy cock meals yet, Babydoll.” He dares to rub my nose with his. “However, we will bring you downstairs. But I’m cashing in on my tits-treats-for-a-week and putting them right to work.”
I freeze in his carnal stare. A lightning bolt zings through me. A confusing mix of fear and lust.
I turn my head to the others, finding their gazes just as feral “Wh-what are you going to do?”
“Fucking Judas,”I grumble as Jude places me at the end of the table facing the front door.
My free-range breasts jiggle as he does. But it’s far worse than no bra and no top. “This is so humiliating,” I pout, wrinkling my nose.
