Page 62 of Irish Betrayal

“I know you’re deaf, Blair, but usually you have no issues understanding English. French and Italian, too, if I’m not mistaken. Where did I go wrong? Fucking you for hours? Admitting that I love you more than anything else? Tell me, and I’ll fix any oversight.”

Blair squeezed her eyes tight, ashamed that she’d all but confessed to having no faith in Daniel. She used her hands, feeling like she was better able to express herself that way than with a voice she couldn’t hear.

“Forgive me, Dan. It’s a lack of faith in myself. Not once, not ever in my life have you let me down. You’re my constant, my path. My heart. My judgment is the one in question. Not yours, I swear.

“I love you. On that, my mind and heart are synced. I spoke foolishly. Forgive me?” She allowed him to shut the hatch before stepping close. “Kiss me and tell me you forgive my momentary lapse.”

She laughed when he picked her up in his arms before the request was out of her mouth.

He kissed her until they were both breathless, until she felt a distinctive bulge pressed between them.

“I forgive you,” he grinned while ignoring her attempts to get down, “and my dick wants back inside you.”

Blair was sure she was screeching like a wounded bird when his hands used her ass for leverage while she tried to wiggle out of his arms. “Stop, Daniel! There are cameras everywhere, you jackass!”

“If they don’t want to see us having sex, they don’t have to watch the recording, baby. Come on,” he coaxed, already unbuttoning her jeans.

It was hard to say no when she really wanted him back inside her too. So, she stopped struggling and allowed her jeans and tennis shoes to be stripped from her. Bébhinn, Mags, and Gray would die if they knew she allowed herself to be half naked, outside one of Stanton’s guest homes, and in broad daylight.

“The things I let you talk me into,” she sighed as Daniel opened the back of the Jeep up once more, plopping her ass on the cold cargo mat.

He grinned as he unzipped, sliding his jeans and boxers down where they bagged above the knee. She was instantly enamored by the sight of his thick erection bobbing her way and how he stroked himself slowly as he positioned between her legs.

“I think you might have a bit of exhibitionist in you, baby.” Daniel drawled as he pulled her knees apart. “Just look at how pretty and wet you are for me.”

There was no use denying. The proof was between them. There was also the uncontrollable urge to flex her hips in a bid to get closer to what she wanted.

When he rubbed himself deliberately over her entrance without penetrating, she said in what she’d been told was her husky voice, “Now.”

He stopped and watched her face as he lifted her lower body to an angle better suited to their height deficit. The Jeep was lower than their bed last night.

He pushed into her slowly, gritting his teeth and briefly closing his eyes. She read his lips. “So good,” “So tight,” and the last before her eyes fluttered closed, “Fuck me.”

Blair felt ravenous, almost feral. For every thrust of his hips, every deep penetration, and slap of skin, she was there meeting him, urging him to go harder, faster.

Keeping one hand under her lower back, she watched as the other zeroed in on her sex, rubbing and pinching while he continued to piston in and out until her back arched and trembled, an orgasm screaming through her.

Daniel had ripped his t-shirt off at some point, and his heaving chest glistened with sweat in the early-morning sun.

She watched as his eyes widened and his mouth fell open, making her wish desperately for hearing, if only to know how he sounded when he came.

He slammed into her once more and held her tight as his body jerked deep inside her. All she could say was “Holy shit.”

Daniel looked at her and grinned. “Good thing I’m not bad at reading lips, because your “Holy shit” was silent. Did I manage to fuck your voice from you?”

He looked down where they were still joined. There was heat in his eyes—and then panic. Blair propped herself on her elbows, wondering if she started her period or something. She tapped his stomach to get his attention. “What?”

“I came,” was all he said.

“I’m aware. It was inside me after all.”

“Without a condom. Christ Almighty, I’m an inconsiderate idiot. Forgive me, Blair. I got…caught up in the whole sex in public thing. Well, sex in the middle of nowhere but with cameras.”

She should be more alarmed. It was strange that she wasn’t. They had already admitted they wouldn’t have minded if she’d gotten pregnant the first time. Though having a baby would really mess up her school schedule for the next couple of years.

“When I go to the doctor next week, I’ll get on the pill. It’ll be fine.”

He shook his head, acknowledging her words, glancing between them again, running a thumb across where they were still connected, creating aftershocks for them both.