Ruck Me
Dublin Rugby #2
By Rebecca Norinne
Genre: Contemporary Sports Romance
Release Date: August 9, 2017
Synopsis
She’s a free spirit; he’s a no nonsense kind of guy. When these opposites attract ... oh baby! It's game on!
I’ve called Aoife O’Shaughnessy a number of things, but dumb was never one of them. Through all the insane things she’s done—all the trouble she’s gotten into—I never once thought she was actually stupid. Until now. Because I just heard her plan to lose her virginity to the vilest human being I’ve ever met.
My first thought? How the f*ck is Aoife still a virgin? The second? Over my dead body.
So I volunteered for the job instead.
It might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but once the words were out of my mouth, I couldn’t take them back. Now, I can’t stop wondering what it will be like to kiss the pink-haired sprite I’ve known my whole life, to hear her moan my name when she comes.
And I know she’s wondering about me too.
What started off as a bit of fun has spiraled out of control and now I’m in deep. I never meant to fall in love with Aoife … it was never supposed to go this far. And what happens next, just might break both of us.
So I volunteered for the job instead.
It might be the stupidest thing I’ve ever done, but once the words were out of my mouth, I couldn’t take them back. Now, I can’t stop wondering what it will be like to kiss the pink-haired sprite I’ve known my whole life, to hear her moan my name when she comes.
And I know she’s wondering about me too.
What started off as a bit of fun has spiraled out of control and now I’m in deep. I never meant to fall in love with Aoife … it was never supposed to go this far. And what happens next, just might break both of us.
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“How do you like your chances
against the Mariners?” Aoife asked, the bed springs creaking under the weight
of her climbing under the covers.
“It’s hard to say,” I answered,
sneaking past the lads to head to my room. Shutting the door as quietly as
possible, I dropped down onto my bed. “Liam’s rotator cuff isn’t getting better
with physio so Coach McCarthy is going to bench him until he goes under the
knife. That means Paddy’s going to start. Poor kid is scared shitless.”
“Be nice, that was you not too
long ago.”
“Yeah, but unlike me, Paddy
doesn’t have a huge ego.”
“Oh hush, you’re not so bad.”
“Oh, I promise you I am. I’ve
just kept it hidden from you all this time.”
“Come to think of it, you have
always been full of yourself,” she joked easily.
“I’d love for you to be full of
me.” When Aoife sucked in a startled breath, I realized I’d said that out
loud. Shit. “Sorry,” I apologized automatically.
“No you’re not,” she answered,
her voice coming through the line sounding like a long, slow drink of good
whiskey.
“No,” I agreed, “I’m not.”
I was trying not to push her too
hard, but she knew exactly how badly I wanted her. After coming in my pants
when she’d given herself an epic, toe-curling orgasm by humping my lap, I’d
learned my lesson. Now, whenever I’d be seeing Aoife, I beat off beforehand.
“About that. I’ve been thinking …”
“Yeah?” I asked, my gut clenching
with nervous anticipation.
“I’m ready Eoin.”
Holy fucking Christ, thank you
baby Jesus in a manger! I screamed in my head as I fought to keep
my outward reaction steady. “Are you sure?”
“Yes,” she answered, her voice
growing bold. “I want you inside of me.”
I snaked my hands under the
elastic waistband of my joggers and dragged them down past my dick. I couldn’t
remember if I’d locked my door on the way in, but it was too late to check.
There was no way I was going to ask her to hold that thought while I made sure.
If one of the lads walked in while I had my fist wrapped around my cock, that’d
teach them to knock the next goddamned time.
“Say that again.” I slowly worked
my hand up and down my shaft.
“What?” she asked, her tone
teasing.
“Tell me you want me inside of
you.”
“Are you touching yourself?”
“Fuck yes, I’m touching myself.
You just told me I get to fuck you soon. It’s a miracle I didn’t come the
second you said it.”
“I want you to fuck me, Eoin.”
“Are you touching
yourself?” I asked on a strangled moan.
“Aoife …” I said when she didn’t
respond, drawing out her name on an upward stroke. “Please tell me your fingers
are playing with your pretty little cunt.”
“Yes, I’m touching myself,” she
answered on a light moan. “I can’t stop touching myself.”
“Me either baby,” I agreed,
picking up my pace. I trapped the phone between my ear and shoulder and reached
down with my other hand to cup my balls and roll them in my hand. “I want you
so bad,” I groaned, no shame in my confession.
“I know,” she answered on a shudder.
“I can’t wait Eoin.”
“I’m going to make it so good for
you, I promise. But before I fuck you with my cock, I’m going to make you come
on my mouth. Are you picturing it Aoife—my lips on your clit, my tongue fucking
your sweet little pussy?”
Staccato gasps echoed on the
other end of the line. “Yes,” was all she managed to say between pants. “Yes,
please.”
“That’s it baby, fuck your pretty
pussy with your fingers and pretend they’re mine.”
I was getting close, but I wanted
Aoife to come first. I always wanted her pleasure to come before mine.
“Oh my god Eoin, I’m coming!” she
cried, her orgasm rolling through her. “Fuck, fuck, fuck,” she chanted.
Her pleasure was my undoing. My
balls constricted and my whole body shuddered just before something like an
electric current shot down my spine and I came so hard that I saw stars.
Literal fucking stars. When I
came back down from the greatest high I’d ever felt, I heard Aoife laughing
into the phone.
“You still there?”
“Yeah,” I croaked. “Holy shit.”
“I know. It’s never …”
“What?” I asked, pride egging me
on. I had a sneaking suspicion what she was going to say because it had been
like that for me too.
“I’ve never come that hard
before.”
“Me neither,” I answered honestly.
“Shut up, you’re just saying
that.”
“I promise you I’m not. That was
… shit. Fucking epic, Aoife.”
“Yeah, it was, wasn’t it?” She
chuckled.
“We are going to be so fucking
good together, baby.”
“I like that, by the way.”
“What’s that?” I asked, wiping my
hand on a towel from my earlier shower.
“That you call me baby. I like
it,” she confessed.
I thought about it for a second.
I’d never called a girl I was with anything but her name and I had no idea
where it had come from. It had just slipped out, kind of how Aoife had just
snuck up on me. Even though the endearment wasn’t something I’d consciously
decided to use, I found myself smiling. “I like that you like it.”
“Oh shit, Colleen’s calling me to
come downstairs,” she suddenly whispered. “I have to go.”
“Sweet dreams baby.”
“You too,” she said, blowing me a
loud kiss just before hanging up.
I stared at myself in the mirror
for a few moments, pondered the wide grin and happy eyes that stared back.
Shit. I didn’t know how it had happened or why, but I was definitely falling
for this girl.
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USA TODAY bestselling author Rebecca Norinne writes contemporary romance featuring smart and sexy heroines and the men who adore them. When not writing, Rebecca is watching rugby, drinking craft beer, or traveling the globe in search of inspiration for her next story. Her favorite foods are popcorn, sushi, and French fries and she’s never met a Kelly Clarkson song she didn’t like. For more information, visit http://www.rebeccanorinne.com.
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