Marry Me, I'm Irish by JoAnne Kenrick

Author:JoAnne Kenrick
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: Irish Kisses - Book 5
Publisher: Decadent Publishing
Published: 2013-03-12T23:00:00+00:00

Chapter Four

Liz stirred from sleep. She tried to wake Devlin, but he murmured and rolled to his side. Promising a warm cup of tea would be waiting, she tucked the blanket around him then snuck to the warmth of the cozy cottage kitchen. She brewed some tea, poured herself a cup, and stirred, glancing out at the foggy morning. She caught her reflection in the window. A ratty, backcombed mess sat on her head, mascara smeared, and blackcurrant juice sprayed over her tits. Sticky.

Yay. Welcome to married life.

She vowed she’d jump in the bath after the drink.

With him still sleeping, she had a chance to catch her breath. She tried to recall her wedding, wanted to muster up memories from the magical ceremony. Moments she’d remember forever and a day. But the day had gone by in a blur of congratulations, Sweet Irish Kisses, and St. Patrick’s Day fun.

She couldn’t even picture his face during the I dos. Reality sank in. She’d auto-piloted through the entire experience. Not surprising. It was one major throw-her-on-her-back-and-tickle-her-silly surprise. One she hadn’t wrapped her head around, even after spending the best part of last night traveling by train and then ferry to get to Belfast from London. That should have given her time to reflect. But she had spaced.

Liz remembered the night before. She’d not forget that lovemaking session in a hurry. But was sex and attraction enough to base a marriage on? A lasting one. One that could see them living out their days in a cottage like the one she sat sipping tea in at that moment?

“Top of the morning ta ya, honey!” He swung the back door open and rubbed his messy hair, a grin equal in size to the Joker’s adorning his chiseled features. He always played on the Irish thing when he was happy. Next he’d be asking her if she “felt lucky.”

“There’s tea in the pot.” Her heart fluttered at the sight of him all naked and wiggling his bum like a frontrunner in “The Chippendales.” Hmm, maybe attraction is enough. “Want me to pour a cup?”

“There’s cum in me cock. Wanna pour yourself a cup?” He chuckled then sang the teapot nursery rhyme, grabbing his hard-on when he got to the spout part.

“Oh, my, Devlin. You are a cheeky devil.”

“Don’t ya know it.” He kissed her forehead and sat beside her. “So how about it?”

“No need for cream in my tea. I’ve got it covered.”

“I could smear jam over me dick. Go on, just a taste. Nothing like a good banger for breaky.”

“Sit down.” She sighed. He was joking because of the high from yesterday, but his chipper mood rubbed her the wrong way. Or more like his obliviousness to her downer did. “And have a drink.”

“Married life not agreeing with ya? Ya don’t seem yourself.”

“I think I’m still in shock.”

“Did I do good? Can’t believe ya never twigged I was up ta anything the whole time.”

“Yeah, you did well at keeping that secret.”

He kept talking, explaining all he went through to keep it from her.

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