Irish Sex Fairy: Ellora's Cave by Kelly Jamieson (the lemonade war series TXT) 📕

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s Connemara Marble. Hand-carved stone. It’s a traditional gift between families who vow friendship through generations.”

“Oh.” Something inside her chest softened. “That is so nice.”

Declan smiled. “She’s a good friend.” And then he lifted a brow and looked from Shane to Keara. “And speaking of generations—you two are our next generations, so it’s fitting that you be friends, too.”

She glanced at Shane. Hell, she’d tried to change the subject and ended right back where they started.

Shane met her eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “Friends.”

She felt her gaze snared by his, and heat rose inside her. She liked this man. She really liked him. He annoyed her with his overprotectiveness and bossiness, but damn…she did want to be friends with him. She supposed they were friends. Friends who were sleeping together.

She took another big gulp of her wine. Declan was pulled aside by other friends and was soon involved in telling a long joke about an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman. Keara and Shane sat there and listened, and when Shane reached for hand and wrapped his warm fingers around it while they laughed, she didn’t even mind.

After a while, Shane leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Wanna go to my place?”

She looked at him and pursed her lips against a smile. Her tummy tightened and warmth spread through her body.

“Sure,” she replied, and she gave him a mischievous look. “I have some things for us to try.”

His eyes went dark blue. “What things?”

“Some um…things. From Maeve’s shop.”

He coughed. “Really? Like what?”

“I have a selection of items,” she replied. “Some different toys, depending on your uh…preferences. And massage oil. Cotton candy flavor. And some honey dust.”

Shane’s gut cramped and his dick twitched, his head full of images of him massaging Keara’s naked body. Then her massaging him. And then…toys. What kinds of toys?

“Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and all but dragged her out of his parents’ house.

He was hard as steel when they walked in to his place, Keara carrying a large shopping bag he hadn’t noticed her slip into the back seat of his car earlier. What the hell did she have in there?

He took her jacket and hung it in the closet and they stood in his spacious foyer, white tile gleaming beneath the modern steel and glass chandelier. Their eyes met. She held up the bag.

“Want to know what’s in here?” Her wicked smile teased and tempted.

“Hell yeah.”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

“Good idea.’

He followed her up the stairs, unable to take his eyes off the curves of her sweet little ass as she climbed. The things he wanted to do…

He swallowed a groan as he followed her into his bedroom. The room was dark so he flicked on the lamp mounted on the wall beside the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.

She grinned and sat on the bed, then upended the bag and dumped out an array of products. Shane recognized some of the items, but was shocked to his core that Keara wanted to try these things. He searched her face. She looked eager, aroused…wow.

“What should we do first?” she asked, biting her lower lip as she surveyed the goods.

“Uh…Keara.”

She glanced up at him and he dropped his hands from his open shirt and stepped toward her. “You really want to use these things?”

She frowned. “Why? Don’t you? Oh God. I’m sorry. I thought…”

“No, no! I’d love to try these things with you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve used these before, haven’t you?”

“Well yes.” He hoped that wasn’t going to piss her off. But on the contrary, her frown cleared.

“I thought maybe you were too prudish to use these,” she said with a breathy laugh. “I thought I’d offended you.”

“God no! I’m uh…up for anything.”

“Yes, you are,” she murmured, glancing at his crotch.

His chest tightened. “I just wasn’t sure if you…have you used these things before?” Images of her with another guy using those toys on her flashed into his mind along with a wash of hot jealousy.

“Well…no. But I’ve been curious and…” She bit her lip and peered up at him through her lashes. “Maeve says the more sex you have, the more you want, and I guess it’s true. I just want it all the time…and these things in the store made me…” Her voice trailed off and she clasped her hands on her lap.

He smiled. “I know.”

He stepped closer and reached for her hands, drawing her to her feet. “Let’s start with a massage,” he murmured, lifting the hem of her shirt. Loose and billowy, it slipped easily over her head. She wore—dear God—red lace beneath it, a low-cut push-up bra that made the most of her small cleavage. He sucked in a breath, and found the button and zipper of the skirt she wore. “Do the panties match?”

“Of course.” She smiled up at him as he revealed the lace boy shorts.

“Oh.” His breath whooshed out of him. “These are nice. Very nice.” He turned her around to get the back view. Her butt cheeks were only half covered by the lace, tempting him to reach out and touch. So he did.

“Better take these off,” he said, through teeth clenched with restraint. “So I don’t get massage oil on them.”

She slipped her fingers inside and shimmied out of them. She pushed the toys to the carpeted floor, but kept the bottle of massage oil and handed it to him, and the look she cast him as she did was so sexy he thought he was going to come right then.

He quickly removed the rest of his clothes while Keara lay down on the bed. “Turn over,” he said. “I want to start with the back.”

Obediently she rolled, and he sat down beside her, and popped open the massage oil. He squeezed some in a drizzle down the center of her back and she squealed.

“You’re supposed to warm it in your hands,” she gasped.

“Oh. Right.” Next time. He set the bottle aside and went to work, smoothing his hands through the oil and