“How Irish are you?” she asked.
“About as Irish as you can be outside of Ireland. The ancestor that opened the Roarke in New York came from Ireland. The first Roarke restaurant was a little pub his father had opened in Dublin.”
“The Roarke was the first franchise,” she said.
I laughed. “I suppose. My mother was an O’Conner. All their ancestors were Irish too. I think they were mostly arranged marriages, especially after they built their wealth.”
“Hmm.” She looked at me funny, but I couldn’t decipher why. Maybe it had to do with her thinking my family wouldn’t think she was good enough.
“Do you still do the St. Patrick’s Day pub crawl?” I asked.
“No. Not since the time we did it.”
“Really? Why not?”
“School. Life. You know.” She sipped her drink and looked out over the ocean. I got the impression there was more to her answer but that she didn’t want to tell me about it.
I put my glass down. “It’s no secret here that I want you, Serena—”
“I don’t think that’s a good idea.”
“I know.” I turned to her and rubbed one of her dark curls between my fingers. “But out here…there is no school or life. It’s just us.” I saw the flicker of interest in her eyes. “I’ve been respecting your space and I still will. Whatever is holding you back isn’t out here though.”
“It’s not good to indulge in this thing between us.”
“Why not?” I took a chance, moving closer and caressing her cheek with my finger. Her head tilted into it and her eyes closed as if she was savoring my touch.
“It just isn’t.”
“But you want to?” I leaned forward, kissing her neck.
“Yes.” She turned her head to look at me. I hated the war I saw in her eyes. Why couldn’t she just let go? “You’re like chocolate, Devin.”
“Oh?”
“Sweet. Sexy. And I can’t get enough.”
I grinned. “You can have as much of me as you want.” I wanted to push her back and take her, but I waited and waited, staring into her lovely blue eyes until finally, she pulled me over her and opened to me once again.
Her body was like a garden of Eden, lush, sweet, ripe. Knowing this was my only chance to have her for a while, I took my time hoping that with my touch, I could convince her to not shut me out when we left again today.
She pushed me back, and for a moment, I wondered if she’d changed her mind. But then she straddled me, her body taking in my hard cock, her tits bouncing as she rode me. I buried my face in them, inhaling the sweet scent of her. So much of her was like before. Her beauty. Her scent. Her sexy body. Her quick wit. And yet she wasn’t as open and approachable, except in moments like this. When our bodies were entwined, I knew all of her was with me.
“Oh God, Devin…I’m coming…” Her head dropped back and her fingers gripped my shoulders as she rode me hard, seeking her release. It was the most beautiful vision in the world.
“Yes, baby come…I want to watch you come…” I gritted my teeth to stave off my own release that was rapidly approaching.
She cried out, her pussy clamping around my cock like a vise as she came down on me.
“Ah fuck…” I gasped as my orgasm teetered on the brink.
Her moan was long and beautiful as she continued to ride me. “Come with me,” she gasped.
That was all it took. I let go and when she slid down on me again, I was off into the oblivion that only her body could take me to.
I gripped her hips as I pumped my life into hers. Or I would have, but I remembered to wear a condom. But I could imagine all my cum inside her, dripping out of her and it heightened my release.
As we came down, I held back my request for more time with her knowing she’d shoot it down. I felt a bit foolish allowing myself to be happy with crumbs. Didn’t I deserve more? What sort of pussy was emotionally whupped to accept whatever little bit a woman would offer? Me, that’s who.
A part of me resented her for that, and yet, I knew that right now, I had no choice. Not if I wanted these fleeting moments. I had to hope that over time, whatever was causing her to put up barriers would be overcome and we could truly see what if we had something special.
9 Serena
I thought I’d been doing a good job in resisting Devin once we left the beach on my first visit to plan his parents’ party, but on the second visit, I succumbed to his sexy charm again. The worst thing about it was that he’d given me opportunities on both occasions to not get naked, so the only one I had to blame was myself and my helpless hormones.
Back in New York, when I met with Devin, he respected the boundaries I set and I appreciated that. Each time I was with Devin, naked or not, my guilt over not telling about Andrew grew. I had to tell him, but the more that became obvious, the more scared I became. He might forgive me for not telling him five years ago. After all, his mother was the one who sent me packing. But over the last few weeks, and two glorious sex-filled days, I’d learned that while he might be arrogant, he wasn’t shallow and callous like his mother. He wasn’t caught up in appearances and pedigree. It made me fall for him all over again, and so not telling him seemed like an even bigger betrayal. Would he forgive me? If not, would he try to take Andrew from me? Would his mother shun Andrew if Devin sought to claim him? Ugh! I was
