“Your parents could’ve been doing that the entire time with the money they got from your grandparents. They just wanted to use it for a lavish lifestyle instead.”
I think about my mom always having her hair and nails done, how often they’d go out to eat without me. I had no idea how my dad lived, since I hadn’t really visited him, but my mom and I lived in a small apartment. But she was never really home. I always assumed she was working.
“Speaking of, do you want to return to your studies?” He squeezed my hand, bringing me out of my thoughts.
I raise my eyebrows. “Studies? You mean, go back to university?” Those stormy gray eyes study me as he nods.
I could doanythingnow. Whatever I wanted. I didn’t need to worry about what anyone else thought. There was no stress about paying bills anymore. I could just…studywhatever. Or not. Or take up a new hobby.Anything.
“I…don’t know,” I breathe out slowly through my mouth. “Things are so different now. I could do anything.”
Kerry chuckles, looking genuinely happy about this little revelation of mine. “Yes, you could.” We both look out over the ocean again for a moment. “Well, think about it. You have all the time in the world to decide.”
All the time and the world and just about all the world’s resources at my fingertips. Literally, since I’m holding a powerful man’s hand.
25
Kerry
I’m already planning Amy and I’s next trip together. I think a visit to this cottage should happenat leastonce a year. But there’s other places I think Amy would love to visit, in Ireland and beyond. There’s a whole wide world that Amy hasn’t seen, even within her own country. I’m sure she’d like to visit Lily in Russia at some point.
That would be a hell of an interesting visit. I’ve never been to Russia, and it might be good for business, too. I’m sure Alessandro would approve. Not that his opinion really matters to me. All right, maybe it matters alittle. But Amy’s happiness trumps his preferences easily.
This day with Amy has been one of the best ones I’ve had in a long time. Not since my mam died. I’ve never felt anything soright, being here with her. I love Dublin, but there’s a part of me that wishes Amy and I could disappear to the cliffs of the coast and leave it all behind.
Taking frequent trips here will have to suffice.
I’m not sure how long we spend out on the balcony talking. We finish off the bottle of wine and a good portion of the snacks. Our conversation doesn’t wane even as we clean up and head to bed.
It only slows when exhaustion hits us as we climb into bed. It’s been a long day.
Amy turns on her side, propping her head up on her elbow to look at me. “What’s the plan for tomorrow? More sight-seeing in Cobh?”
I trail a finger down the slope of her neck. “Maybe. I was thinking we’d have a slow morning in bed, doing whatever we want…” A smirk lifts my lips as bumps raise on her skin and she shivers. “And then maybe we’ll go to the beach to stroll, swim, whatever we wish. Then another night out in Cobh to eat.”
Amy’s eyes are heated as she absorbs my words, but I can also see they’re slightly red from being tired. “That sounds like a lovely day.”
I lean down and kiss her nose. “Yes, which we’ll enjoy very much after a good night’s sleep.”
Her lips turn down in a slight pout. “All right, then.”
I chuckle and kiss her, just a brief brush of our lips. “Sleep, love.” I turn over and shut off the lamp on the bedside table, plunging the room into darkness. I wrap my arms around her, drawing her close to spoon her. I know I’ve made the right choice in insisting we sleep when I hear her breathing slow shortly after. I breathe in the scent of her hair, soaking in her presence in the creaky old bed, my eyes growing heavy as I’m lulled into sleep.
The next morning, I worship her in the morning, and don’t worry about my own needs, even though she protests. I’m not sure she’s learned her lesson yet.
The next few days are some of the best of my life. We spend hours on the beach just lounging around, listen to live music at pubs in the evenings, and sleep in late. It’s inevitable that my face finds its way between Amy’s thighs in the evenings.
Our last morning in Cobh, I make her come three times on my tongue. Her pink cheeks are beautifully flushed, a playfulsmile on her lips. She sits up to kiss me, a thing she seems to enjoy doing after I’ve eaten her out. The quiet, sweet girl enjoys the taste of herself on my lips.
When she breaks the kiss, she sighs. “I guess we should get ready to leave, huh? I don’t want to. It’s so peaceful here.”
I arch a brow. “We have plenty of time before we need to be back.” I place two fingers to her collarbone and push her back down, making her eyes widen. “I think you’ve learned your lesson, sweet leannán.” I hear her breath catch as I settle between her legs, letting my hardening cock nestle there in my briefs. I can already feel her warmth and wetness there, and feckin’ hell, it makes my cock weep for her.
She raises her eyebrows as she looks up at me, her hair spread out around her like a halo. “You’re going to let more than justmehave pleasure, then? Finally?”
Laughter spills from my lips. “Finally,hm? I assure you, love, I’ve been enjoying myself quite thoroughly. I’ve always been right where I’ve wanted to be. There’s no lovelier place than my head between your thighs.” Her legs instinctively tighten around my hips at my words, as if they needed to tell me, in their own way, that they liked that, too. My hand tucks a strand of hair behind her ear. “Such a pretty girl.”
Amy smiles and holds eye contact with me as I say it, not shying away from the compliment.
