The Irishman's Christmas Gamble: A Wager of Hearts Novella by Herkness Nancy

Author:Herkness, Nancy [Herkness, Nancy]
Language: eng
Format: mobi, epub
Tags: friends to lovers, holiday romance, sports romance, athlete hero, soccer hero, billionaire romance, second chance at love
Publisher: Red Car Press
Published: 2016-11-29T16:00:00+00:00

Chapter Seven

Liam had forgotten about the damned tattoo. It was so much a part of him, he never gave it a thought. But he knew Frankie. She would lock those laser-focused eyes on it the first time she got a chance and ask the question he didn’t want to have to answer just yet.

He couldn’t lie to her, though.

He willed himself not to tense up. “It’s a shamrock, of course.”

“When did you get it?”

That was easy. “My first year at football…soccer academy. The ink was a statement of my ambition to make Team Ireland.”

“Is there only the one?”

It was all one image, just added to over time. “One tattoo. My coach was pissed enough about that one. He told me my body was a fine instrument, not a canvas for amateur artwork.”

“Good God, what would he say about David Beckham?”

“It would blister your ears off, for certain. But he’s passed on, so he’s not obliged to comment on Becks’ body art.” He’d skated past that one, but just barely.

“I’m sorry. I can tell you liked him.” She stood on tiptoe to kiss his cheek.

He put his other arm around her and held her there against his chest. “You could tell I liked him from two sentences. And you wonder why I tracked you down.”

Frankie raised her eyebrows at him. “You sound like a bloodhound.”

He laughed. “Always the romantic.”

She was so small in his arms. And soft. Frankie, soft. She’d always seemed more like a fire-tempered rapier, flexible but razor-sharp, slicing through anything that got in her way. But she’d opened herself to him, given herself with a generosity and lack of reserve he hadn’t considered dreaming of. Her body had seared itself into his mind, into his skin, into his soul.

And he knew he had to fight for this with everything he had.

The heat from the fire soaked through the quilt, and he felt the beginning of sweat sheening his skin and hers. “How about we finish decorating the tree?”

“Nude?” She sounded intrigued, not shocked. She reached down and ran her palm over his cock, making it swell with pleasure. “Can I hang an ornament here?”

“They don’t make a hook big enough,” he said, running through his new team’s roster in his head to keep himself under control.

She chuckled, and stroked down the length of him again. He clenched his jaw to keep from groaning out the lust her touch sent torching through him.

“Let’s go to bed then,” she said, before giving him a heavy-lidded look and faking a yawn. “I find I’m exhausted from all the exercise and fresh air.”

When Frankie went after something, she never did it by halves. “You’re not fooling me with the yawn, woman. You’re after my elite athlete’s body, you are.”

“And are you complaining?” She ran her hand over his cock yet again, making it pull tighter.

“Well, one part of my body isn’t.” But he knew she would find the tattoo, and he would have to give her an explanation.

“That’s the only part that matters for my purposes.

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