I put my hand over my mouth to stifle my laugh. “Your mother did not tell you to fuck me hard,” I whisper.
“Aye, she did. She’s a fucking sex maniac, too,” he whispers and I laugh out loud.
His strong finger slides into my body and it clenches in excitement. He hisses in approval.
“You smell so good. You need to be ridden hard, my love.”
My eyes roll back in my head. God, here we go. If he starts talking dirty, it’s all over. He can fuck me on the end of his parents’ bed if he wants.
He lifts one of my legs to sit up on the bed and adds another two fingers inside me, and then he starts to ride me. His lips take mine aggressively, and I can see his muscles in his shoulder flexing in the dimly lit room.
I don’t know if it is the fact that I’m not supposed to be doing this, but my arousal just rocketed.
It’s going to be a long night.
* * *
Anticipation fills me as we drive along the country road. Alastar has hired a vintage sports car for us. The top is down and he has told me he has a surprise for me. My hair is back in one of Alastar’s mother’s scarves. I am having trouble controlling the wind thing; my hair is whipping around like nobody’s business, and I hold on to my loaned scarf in a white-knuckle grip.
I cannot lose this scarf.
I cannot lose this bloody scarf.
Alastar glances at me sideways as he drives, grinning as he puts his hand on my leg. His happiness is contagious and I feel like a woman from an exotic movie. Driving around the countryside of Ireland with a beautiful man in a sports car and a scarf. Gosh, if all the dreary people from back home could see me now. I am loving life. Please someone film this and put it up on social media somewhere.
“Where are we going?” I ask for the tenth time today.
“Nearly there.” Alastar smiles broadly. He’s loving this surprise thing, and quite frankly, so am I. Just when I think this man can’t impress me anymore, he goes and pulls a stunt like this. We finally drive around the bend and he pulls the car over. I frown. A huge sandstone building sits before us.
“What is this?” I gasp.
“It’s Ashford Castle.”
My eyes widen as I look over the water. A castle—a frigging real life castle. “Can we go and look?” I grab Alastar’s hand. “Oh, please, can we go look?”
He picks up my hand and kisses the back of it. “We can.”
I bounce up and down in my seat in excitement. “Oh my God. Oh my God.”
“We are staying here tonight.” He smirks.
My eyes bulge. “What?” I shriek. “You can stay here?”
Alastar laughs out loud. “You can and we are.”
My mouth drops open and I grab him in an embrace. “This is my surprise? I love it.” My eyes fly back to the castle over the water. Never have I seen anything so beautiful.
He laughs into my hair as I try to squeeze the life out of him while bouncing in my seat like a child. We continue up the road to two huge stone gatekeeper houses on either side of a gigantic stone gate. It leads over the water on a sort of moat kind of set up. My eyes stay glued to the castle in front of me. This is the most magical place I have ever been to and I am totally lost for words. We drive up to the parking area. Alastar parks the car and gets out while I stay seated in the car.
I am in awe. I don’t even… I can’t describe how perfect this is. He comes around and opens the door for me, but I remain still, my eyes glued to the grand castle.
“Come on, out you get.” He smiles.
I inhale deeply. I love this fucking man. I jump out of the car and throw myself into his arms. “I love this surprise.”
He smiles into my lips. “Aye, I can tell.”
“And I love you.”
He kisses me quickly. “Come.”
I clap my hands together in excitement. “This is my best day of...” I hesitate as I try to articulate my words. “Forever,” I breathe.
He smiles a proud of himself smile, removes our suitcases from the trunk, and we walk up the front steps as my eyes search the property in wonder. I stop on the bottom step and stare at the windows up above on the many stories. I follow the line along until I get to the fifth window from the end and I stop immediately. Goosebumps run down my arms and I get a vision of looking out the window to the pathway in front of us. I frown and look back to the road behind us.
My face falls.
“What’s wrong?” Alastar frowns as he watches my face.
“Huh?” I am pulled from my thoughts. My imagination is getting the better of me.
“Nothing.” I shake my head embarrassed.
The doorman comes, retrieves our suitcases, and we head to the office.
“Booking for O’shea.” Alastar smiles.
“Yes, sir.” The receptionist starts to type on her computer.
I stand silent, my heart racing, rocked by the vision I just had. I was definitely looking out from that window upstairs. It’s your imagination. It’s your imagination. It isn’t real. Stop it. I need to go and see someone about this when we get home. This isn’t right.