Faking It (McCullough Mountain) by Michaels Lydia

Author:Michaels, Lydia [Michaels, Lydia]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Publisher: Secret Cravings Publishing
Published: 2014-03-12T04:00:00+00:00

Chapter Eight

Alec saw a different side of Sheilagh the longer they stayed in Center County. Here she seemed freer, more comfortable to be herself. However, her behavior sometimes shrieked performance.

She took him for a tour of their property on the ATVs. He’d spent a good hour after the tour was finished trying to unclench. He didn’t mind the speed, but the ramp jumping, close encounters with sharp mountain edges, and spiraling through muddy puddles he could do without. Still, he was fascinated by her uninhibitedness.

Sheilagh was wild and untamed. It was a side to her that was sexy as hell and he’d barely been able to keep his hands off of her when they returned to the house. But where there was one McCullough, there were many, he soon learned. And getting her alone seemed impossible.

That morning he’d woken up in her bed, made love to her, and then went to find the bathroom. There was no other incident in his life that came remotely close to stirring the guilty confusion he felt when he stepped out of her room and came face to face with Frank.

The man gave him a cold look and kept walking. Alec had no intention of being disrespectful. He was forty years old, God damn it. Yet he suddenly felt eighteen again.

When they returned to the house after riding the quads, Maureen made them supper and chatted away. His jeans were covered with splashes of dried mud and his skin smelled of sweat and pine. He decided to shower after dinner and left Sheilagh for some private time with her family.

As he was buttoning up his shirt, she entered the bedroom. She smiled and shut the door. “Hello, Dr. Devereux.”

He rolled his eyes. “You look like you’re up to something.”

She sashayed over to him and ran a finger down the buttons of his shirt, not stopping until she reached the zipper of his pants. “When you wear shirts like this you remind me of Alec the teacher.”

He didn’t know what kind of bar O’Malley’s was, but he knew he’d be up against several protective brothers that night. He thought if he dressed respectable they might be respectful. He was probably wrong. “Is that a bad thing?”

“Not at all.” She fit her hands into his back pockets and pulled him closer. Her breasts pressed against his chest.

She hadn’t showered yet and her hair smelled of the outdoors. She wore muddy jeans and a tight T-shirt that had a vintage silkscreen for the cereal Lucky Charms. He reached up and plucked out the clip holding her hair in a twist. Copper strands coiled over her shoulder and she smiled.

The look in her green eyes was full of intent and his body hardened. “Did you lock the door?”

“Yes.”

“And is there something I can do for you?”

She grinned, a full show of teeth pulling in her plump lower lip. “I was actually thinking I could do something for you.”

He raised a brow. “What did you have in mind?”

“Me, on the floor, deep throating your cock.

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