Wild Irish Envy (Copperline #2) (30 page)

I was gobsmacked for a moment. Completely shocked out of my mind. I just kept walking back into the party while my brain fervently tried to find some rationale as to why my
wife
was wrapped around my roommate. Especially after she had told me she wouldn’t do that.

Until this is over, you don’t have to worry about me with other guys.

Lying little hoor.

And, as luck would have it, I ran right smack into Laura.

She glanced around me, quickly noting Fliss was nowhere to be seen.

“Where’s your little wife?” she asked with an inviting pout to her full lips. She moved a little closer to me and ran a finger down my chest before she flicked her eyes back up to mine.

“He’s a married man, Laura,” Justin reminded her, but Laura only smiled at him.

“So maybe he doesn’t touch,” she replied, then reached back to run her other hand down Justin’s arm. “Maybe he could just watch you and me for a while.”

Still pissed as hell and not thinking straight after what I’d just seen in the laundry room, my mouth sorta took off without my brain.

“I’ve watched ya before, Laura,” I said. “You look to be a mighty fine ride. I’m not sure I could watch ya again without taking ya for a spin myself.”

She turned towards me, effectively sliding in the narrow space between Justin and I as she pressed herself up against me. “Maybe you should,” she murmured. “See what you’re missing.” Her fingertips crept up my chest to curl around the back of my neck. “We could slip upstairs to my room… the three of us. Nobody would even know.”

Justin had the strangest look on his face. I’d never seen it before, like he was suddenly uncomfortable. And Justin was
never
uncomfortable around women.

Ever.

Then, over my shoulder, he caught sight of something that had his eyes go wide. I glanced back behind me to see Fliss, shaking, her face white with shock as she watched Laura almost dry humping my leg right in front of her.

Drew stood behind her, looking equally guilty and shocked and whatever else. I glared at him, and the nob had the balls to glare back. Like I was the one after
his
feckin’ wife.

“Where’s Maggie, ya bleedin’ bastard?” I snarled.

“What the fuck are you talking about?” he caustically replied.

“I’m talking about you being all cuddled up to my wife.” I looked down at Fliss, who was shaking her head with a faint sheen of tears in her eyes. “So, are you just making the rounds, or what?” I asked her.

“What?” she gasped, having the gall to look shocked and hurt.

“Oh, I’m sorry, I suppose I’m not meant to know about you and my boy there. How long ya been going at it? Is that why you don’t care for Maggie? Are ya jealous?”

She shook her head. “I guess it’s good to be reminded what you really think of me.”

“I didn’t really believe it until now,” I ground out.

“Bullshit,” she snapped. “You’ve always thought this about me. I’m just a little
hoor
, remember?”

“Play the innocent all you like, but I saw it with me own eyes.”

“What the fuck, Denny?” Drew snapped. “I was comforting her—”

“Oh, is that what you’re calling it then?” I interrupted.

“—because of something
you
did, you fucker.”

“Ah, sure… that’s not worth a shite to me,” I snarled back at him and Fliss. “So do you like his piercings better than mine, what with his apa and all?”

“What the fuck are you talking about?” she said, shaking her head.

“His cock… I’m interested in which you prefer.”

“I’ve never seen his fucking cock,” Fliss snapped back.

“Cute,” I growled at her clever response. “Was it dark then?”

“I’ve never seen it or felt it or tasted it, either.” Her voice was getting louder, her jarring stupor wearing off and her anger taking hold. “I’ve never so much as looked at Drew that way.”

She stepped away from Drew, coming closer to me. Her eyes were furious, sparkling blue, and her cheeks had flushed an indignant pink. As much as it pissed me off, it sorta hypnotized me for a moment, how amazingly stunning she was. Even now when she looked about ready to rip my dick off.

As she neared, I saw tear tracks down her cheeks, dried smudges of mascara. As though she’d been…
crying
.

And the thought first began to slip through my head that she maybe had been upset about something. That seeing her and Drew had
maybe
been innocent like they claimed.

“Besides,” she continued to rant, “like you’re one to fucking talk. Just because you’re feeling a little guilty yourself is no reason to lay all this shit on me.”

Wait, what?

“What in the name of Jaysus do I have to feel guilty about?” I gaped.

“So,” Fliss spat, “Laura, huh? Is that who’s doing it? Or do you have a whole herd of fillies lined up to ride?”

“Doing what?”

“Sucking your dick every day!” she shouted.

The music had died down. Those close around us in the kitchen had quieted when Fliss and I had started in, so when she popped out with that line, everybody heard it. Like she’d said it into a fucking microphone.

“For fuck’s sake, what are ya talking about?”

“You know exactly what I’m talking about. I fucking heard you, Denny.”

“I haven’t had me nob polished in donkey’s years! Not since you did it out our feckin’ wedding night.”

Fliss was right furious. “Right, you lying bastard.”

Shaking with the intensity of her anger, she whirled around and pushed her way down the hall towards the bathroom.

Off to the side, I heard someone ask Justin, “His nob?”

“His dick, I think. He’s talking about a blowjob if I’m not mistaken,” Justin replied, watching me cautiously, waiting to see what I was going to do.

“Damn,” the other guy muttered, “and Denny hasn’t had a BJ since his wedding night? With a beautiful mouth like that, it’s a shame she isn’t keen on giving head.”

“Fucking good job, Denny,” Drew scowled at me. “She was back there bawling her eyes out a few minutes ago. Looks like she’s up for round two.”

“What the hell was she crying about?” I asked.

“Maybe you should go ask her!”

“Yeah,” Cody said, eyes wide as he came to stand beside me, “she seems a little pissed off.”

I shot a scathing look over at him. “Ya think?” Shaking my head, I quickly followed her through the crowd, stopping the door just as she was about to slam it behind her.

“Get the fuck out of here, Denny!” she spat.

But I forced my way in anyway. Fliss backed up against the wall of the cramped powder room as I came closer, reaching behind me to shut out the party around us.

“So what in the bleedin’ hell are ya throwing a feckin’ moody for?” I snarled.

“You. You’re being a dick.”

“Maybe I am,” I retorted, “but you’re being a bitch.”

“I’m just being a bitch because you’re being a dick.”

“Are ya cheesed off about Laura?”

“Why would I be mad about Laura? Coming onto
my
fucking husband
right fucking in front of me
.”

“Right, and you… wrapped up in Drew’s feckin’ arms.” I leaned into her, pressing her against the wall as she tried to push me back. “Is he meetin’ your needs, then? Keeping you from feeling too lonely?”

“Like you fucking care. You who wanted to celebrate one month closer to freedom.”

“What in the Jaysus are ya talking about?”

“You and your whole
‘One month down and eleven to go.’
Do you want a fucking countdown clock?”

I shook my head in complete disbelief. “Feckin’ hell, be a long time waiting before I understand a bleedin’ thing that goes on in your head. This whole thing was your idea.”

“I never said it was a good one.”

“You said right from the start that it would be over in a year. Temporary. You said that’s what you wanted.”

“Now more so than ever,” she cried, shoving again at my chest.

But I wasn’t going to let her push me away. Not this time.

“You’re jealous,” I stated simply in a lower voice.

Angry tears sprang into her eyes as she frantically struggled against me. As I closed in a little more, her breathing became labored and shaky. Her lip trembled, but after putting up a brief fight, she shook her head and turned her face down and to the side.

“Don’t be ridiculous,” she said in a harsh, shaky whisper.

“All the shite you said the other night, about you’d be okay with me sleeping around and that shite about my
next wife
. You made it sound like you couldn’t wait to be rid of me,” I murmured. My head dropped down as my lips grazed her ear, and I felt a shiver run through her body. “But that’s not it, is it Fliss? I think ya maybe fancy me a bit after all.”

“It doesn’t matter,” she whispered. “You’ve been very clear with me, and you can’t be this Denny to me again.”

“What do ya mean, this Denny?”

“Acting like you give a shit. I need you to be the wanker. The asshole. My God, Denny, you’re driving me insane.”

Her fingertips had gone from flat against my chest to clenching slightly, gripping and clawing into my shirt. The force of her exhalations dusted across my skin with every breath and pushed her firm breasts tight against me, beckoning me even closer. Her flushed cheeks felt warm against my neck as she buried her face into my shoulder.

She was losing the battle... with herself and me. I could almost feel the cracks forming in her icy resistance.

“You said it was torture,” she breathed in a broken sob. “Lying beside me every night…”

“You weren’t meant to hear that,” I murmured as one of my hands slid down her waist to grasp her hip. My thumb brushed the skin just above her low waistband, and her body responded by arching against me, begging me to touch her again, despite what her stubborn mind was telling her.

“Maybe not, but I did,” she panted, “I did hear, and I keep hearing it over and over and over…” Her voice broke in a heartbreaking sob.

“Then you should have listened harder, Fliss,” I said against her neck, “because you could have heard the meaning behind it.”

“That was pretty clear.”

I could taste tears, tears that had spilled over and trailed down her cheeks, seeping down to the delicate curve of her neck. I pressed my lips up the trail, raining gentle kisses as I replied.

“It is torture, lying there beside you every night… not touching you. Every feckin’ night I ache to feel you wrapped in my arms. I want to press my lips against yours, to pull the clothes from your body and take ya on a spiteful ride.” I lifted my head and cradled hers in my hands, then growled my words a hair’s breadth from her lips. “I want to fill you up to the point that you feel like I do.”

I couldn’t hold back another second. The sheer desperation to taste her kiss overpowered my resolve. With a faint sob, she rose up to meet me, to kiss me and wrap her arms around my neck. She pressed every centimeter of her blazing little body up against me and curled her leg around mine.

My hands dropped to her arse, then down her thighs to the hem of her skirt, back up taking the tight, stretchy material with them. Fliss moaned deep into my mouth, nudging her pelvis against mine as she arched up on tiptoe, grinding against my cock.

In a frenzied motion, I grasped her little lacy knickers and tugged them to the side, sweeping my fingertips through her wet flesh. Somewhere in the midst of this, the door opened just slightly and I rolled, bringing Fliss with me, to slam her against it, effectively stopping anyone from coming in. I quickly flicked the lock on the knob as Fliss began to rip open my jeans to free my dick. Running her fingers along my my length, toying with the barbells and squeezing a moan from my lips. Just like the first time, I lifted her and buried myself inside her as she cried out against my kiss.

She was so wet and hot, pulsing all around me. Her pussy felt fucking amazing, and she tilted her hips a tad with every thrust, increasing the drag of my ladder inside her silky depths. I felt as though I would simply explode with lust, with the amazing sensation and the pounding of my heart. She was fervent and unhinged, clawing at my shoulders. The door banged against the frame as I pounded into her, savage and wild… amazing.

“Fliss, I can’t even begin to tell you what it’s like,” I panted against her lips, “lying beside you and wanting this.
Every. Feckin.’ Night.
” My words were driven home with every rough and fierce thrust, and Fliss responded with gasping cries.

“Yes,” she sobbed, “yes, Denny.”

And her faint breathless voice triggered my release. A wave of heat flushed through my cock, then coated my dick as I jerked into her a few more times. I slowly became aware of her breath, hot and ragged against my neck. Her fingertips clutched at my shoulders, and her sweet pussy pulsed and constricted around me.