Total pages in book: 134
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 126485 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 632(@200wpm)___ 506(@250wpm)___ 422(@300wpm)
I couldn’t believe what Lorcan just did. I’d hoped to avoid spending too much time with him before our wedding day, and secretly I wished that I’d miraculously find Imogen before then so we could run away before I had to say “I do”.
My cheeks were flaming, and so was my entire body. I was acutely aware of how my panties were stuck to my still pulsating flesh. Lorcan had barely moved his fingers, but the pressure and the situation had enhanced his slight touch. I’d just come in the middle of church, in the middle of service. I felt a little sick and guilty thinking about it. If it hadn’t drawn too much attention to me, to us, I would have left the church right now. I wanted to be as far away from Lorcan as possible.
His fingers were still pressed against my pussy, and I was still tingling. Still swollen. Still on the verge of another release. I didn’t understand my body, how it could succumb so easily to Lorcan’s rough charm. I knew without a doubt that my body would have clammed up if Patrick had tried anything in public with me.
Lorcan finally slid his fingers out of my dress when we had to get up. I would have breathed a sigh of relief if a new worry hadn’t entered my mind: what if my thin linen dress showed traces of what we’d done? I’d die of mortification if the people behind us saw a wet spot. Maybe they’d think I’d peed my own pants, which I’d honestly prefer to the truth.
Lorcan and I stood and stepped out of our pew. Soon people gathered around to congratulate us to our upcoming wedding. I kept up my smile. This was for Imogen. It wasn’t the end of my story. It was only a short blip in my life plan.
Lorcan’s body became tense and my interest was piqued, when a thin man with carrot orange hair came over to us. “Congrats to the Devaney clan on this promising bond. And congrats to you Miss Killeen. I’m Desmond.”
My eyebrows climbed up my face. His tone suggested a familiarity that wasn’t there, as if he knew more about me and my family than I did.
“My wife won’t need to know you on a first-name basis. Shouldn’t you seek moral guidance at your police station?” Lorcan asked sharply.
“Sometimes I like to return to my roots.” He nodded a farewell before he left.
“Traitor.”
“Snitch.”
I glanced around curiously at the people who’d muttered curses among themselves.
“He was part of the Irish community before he became a police officer?”
“Indeed.” Lorcan fixed me with a hard look. “Your search for your sister won’t take you to the police, Aislinn. If you want information, you’ll ask me, nobody else. Am I making myself clear?”
The threat was unmistakable, and I had to admit, I was scared of Lorcan. During our sexual encounter, I almost forgot who he was. But now, as I stared into his ruthless, cold eyes, it was crystal clear the kind of man he was. He cupped my neck, which might have looked loving from an outsider’s point of view, but his grip was too tight, not yet painful but with the promise that it could be. “Am I making myself clear, Aislinn?”
“Yes,” I gritted out. “No police.”
He nodded once then released me. Gulliver stepped out in that moment, and Lorcan glanced down at his watch. “I have business at the docks.” Gulliver nodded.
Lorcan turned to me. “I’ll give Seamus’ wife your number. She’ll help you go wedding dress shopping.” He leaned down and pressed a chaste kiss against my cheek. Goose bumps erupted all over my body. “For now, I bid you farewell, sweet Aislinn.”
He stepped back and turned his broad back to me. I watched him leave, my hands balling to fists.
“Everything alright?” Gulliver asked hesitantly as if he wasn’t sure he really wanted to know the answer.
“Fine.” What if the police knew more about Imogen? Mum had called from Ireland and reported her missing. They hadn’t been overly concerned. Apparently, they thought Imogen was just enjoying her freedom in the big city.
Six days before the wedding, Lorcan sent me wedding dress shopping with Seamus’ wife, a short, curvy girl a couple of years my senior with a boisterous laugh, wild honey-colored locks and big brown eyes. She greeted me with a tight hug which caught me by surprise considering this was the first time we’d met. “Hey, Aislinn, I’m so excited to help you pick your dress.”
Despite being Irish, I had to listen carefully to understand her thick accent that revealed she came from somewhere around Donegal. I’d mostly given up on my accent since I’d started working at the bar, or at the very least learned to tone it down enough so tourists found it entertaining but could still understand me. She definitely had hit me with the full force of her accent, so I let my own accent come through. “I wish it weren’t for my wedding to a Devaney,” I said with a smile.