Total pages in book: 90
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 82767 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 414(@200wpm)___ 331(@250wpm)___ 276(@300wpm)
I took a cold shower after the dinner, as I hadn’t had time after my ride. I’d basically washed my pits and bits and ran out the door to get to the function with Mick and Effie.
As I stood in the cold water, I thought back to how Effie looked at the reception. The dress clung to her body, and a few strands of her red-gold hair had escaped. It took every ounce of control not to wrap the copper tendril around my finger and pull her close for a lingering kiss. My cock stirred at the memory of our kiss in the club, how responsive she was, and the feel of her breasts as she wrapped her arms around me.
My cock was now hard, and I knew that I would have to release my tension or sleep would evade me. I took its hard length in my hand and gently squeezed it. I stroked with one hand as I visualized the curvy body and beautiful face of my assistant. Effie. Freya. I’d caught her blushing after I complimented her on her name, and the thoughts of her body reacting to my words made me harder.
I imagined Effie walking into my office in her business outfit, all prim and proper, then kicking the door closed and pushing my paperwork off the desk, grabbing me by the tie and pulling me on top of her onto the desk. I imagined her eyes half closed with desire and her lips parted in pleasure as I brought her to orgasm on my cock.
My back arched. I was already close to coming. I groaned and thrust my hips forward. Effie moaned in my ear and I came hard, so hard that I had to hold myself up in the shower so that I didn’t lose my balance.
It was only an hour later when I was woken up by a bang on the door. After my draining orgasm, I had laid down on the bed for a while, and must have fallen asleep. I let Mick in and found him changed out of his tux already, wearing one of his familiar old checked shirts and a pair of less than clean jeans.
“I’ve escaped!” he said. “And it’s still early, and we are overdue for a proper beer in a proper pub!”
“Aw Mick, I dunno,” I said sleepily. “Let’s have a few here at the hotel.”
“What are you afraid of?” he demanded. “Going to the old places isn’t the same as going back in time, you know.”
“Fuck, Mick, that’s a bit blunt!” I said. “Okay, I’m coming. Am I allowed to put some clothes on?”
Mick was on a high after the success of his opening, and he was determined that the after-party would be better. I had only just managed to convince him not to knock Effie’s door and invite her along as we passed her room.
“Why not?” he asked. “She seems like she might be fun.”
“She’s not fun,” I said, lying through my teeth. “And it’s not a good idea.”
“Okay,” he gave in, then he added, “but that dress was fun…”
“Stop it,” I said.
We headed directly to our old favorite spot. Dublin wasn’t like other cities; it was a small place with a vast network of people who knew one another, and we were guaranteed to meet people we used to know. For Mick that was a daily occurrence, but for me, it gave me an anxious knot in my stomach. I was relieved when we got no more than a couple of nods of recognition and a few pats on the back from the regulars in Plunkett’s Bar. It amazed me how the same faces were still sitting at the bar, and even the same musicians playing quietly in the corner. I knew it wouldn’t be quiet for long, and as we sat at the bar and ordered a couple of pints, I was relieved that soon the bar would be too noisy for conversation. I knew Mick, and I knew he had something to say.
“You know, Sarah was worried about you,” he said.
“Yeah, she said.” I didn’t want to talk about Sarah.
“What did you think of the wee lad?” he asked, smiling.
“He’s a credit to her,” I said. “Getting big, too!”
“And the double of his father,” Mick said, raising his glass as a toast.
I raised my glass. “They seem to be doing alright.”
“They are,” Mick agreed. “Life goes on, Keegan. It went on for me because your da gave me this job, and it’s going on for you in America. And for Sarah, Declan gets her through.”
I thought back to when I had left Dublin for Boston, what a mess everything had been, and thought about how leaving had meant I never got to really see how time had moved on, and how everyone had healed a little. I was still angry, still felt guilty, still felt like I was trapped. Sure, it was easier now, but it was still there. I envied Mick his life here. The band struck up a more lively tune, and a few of the drinkers began tapping their feet and clapping their hands.