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ChapterThirteen

Glenda

I stare at Cillian as he sleeps, and I can’t believe he’s really in bed with me. I want to reach out and touch him, but that might wake him up, and I’m enjoying staring at him. He said he’s going to reach out to my parents to ask for my hand in marriage. They were the sweetest words I’ve ever heard. They might not be “I love you,” but they’re pretty dang close.

People might think it’s crazy that I already know I love Cillian, but I don’t care. These are the same people who arrange marriages. You’d think they’d understand it to some degree. I bet Cora would. It’s going to be nice having her as a mother-in-law. I don’t think many people get the luxury of saying that, but my mom isn’t the mother she used to be. Cora’s sweetness makes me miss the mom I used to have more than I already do.

Over time, she’s grown angry and bitter. I wish she’d leave my father, and I wish he’d leave her right back. I actually wonder if part of my mother’s growing bitterness and anger is really fear. All of her children are growing up and leaving home. Soon she really is going to be all alone in that house with a man she can’t stand to look at. As I stare at Cillian, I’ll never understand how someone would pick that for themselves.

I won’t. That’s why it really doesn’t matter to me if my parents deny Cillian’s request for my hand in marriage. It would make things a lot easier if they agreed, but in the end, I will marry him. Even if it means walking away from my family.

Besides, Cillian and I will be starting our own family soon anyway. I might still technically be a virgin, but Cillian has made it his mission to still try and get me pregnant. It would be nice if this could all go as smoothly with them as possible. My parents might be bitter, but they weren't always this way, and the truth is I still love them. Even when they’re crappy.

“Glenda.” Cillian groans my name in his sleep, and the arm that’s wrapped around me tightens.

My eyes drift lower to see the outline of his hard cock, and I lick my lips, wondering what he’d do if he woke up with it in my mouth. Turnabout is fair play. He’s already woken me up once that way tonight.

Ever so slowly, I start to move down his body, pulling the thin blanket with me. He went to sleep with loose-fitting boxers on, saying he didn’t trust himself in his sleep. He said if we were both naked he’d end up inside of me somehow. I didn’t see the problem with that, but on the flip side, it’s romantic that he wants to wait for our wedding night. There aren’t many men out there that would do that.

His arm absently reaches out when I’m out completely of his hold. We might not have said we love each other yet, but all of Cillian’s actions show it. In his sleep, he’s still trying to find me, and he’s dreaming about me too.

As slowly as I dare, I move my fingers into the top of his boxers and pull them down. The head of his cock pops out along with a few inches. I know if I pull any harder I’ll wake him up, so I go with what I’ve got. At least for now.

I really don’t have a clue what I’m doing, but I know Cillian doesn't care. He’s happy as long as my mouth is on him. I’ve read a lot of erotic romances, and I know a little something. I lean up and take a long lick of him, getting my first taste. I taste him but also myself on the head of his cock, and I moan, loving that I’ve marked him too.

“Baby,” Cillian groans when I lick him again. This time, I circle my tongue around the head of his cock before I open my mouth and suck him in. “Fuck,” he grits out loudly, and I glance up to see his eyes open and pinned on me.

I grip his boxes and yank them the rest of the way down, freeing his cock all the way now that he’s awake. The second I have his cock fully free, I take more of him into my mouth and suck.

Cillian’s legs flex as he digs his fingers into my hair, gripping a handful of me. I bob up and down, taking a bit more of him in with each stroke. His groans fill the room, making my own desire start to rise, and I press my thighs together because I’m wet, and my clit begins to throb. My whole body lights up with need watching Cillian get off on the pleasure I’m giving him.

I keep working him farther into my mouth, wanting as much of him as I can handle. Somehow I manage to get almost all of him into my mouth when his cock hits the back of my throat.

“Need you to stop,” he growls, but his hips buck forward. “Babe, I’m warning you.” His grip on my hair tightens.

I can see the muscles in his neck strain as he fights not to cum. I start to slide my mouth back down on him, but Cillian grabs me. In one quick move, he has me flat on my back with him between my legs. He barely gets the head of his cock inside of me before he’s cumming.

He groans my name as he cums, and his thumb goes to my clit, pressing firmly. He strokes me a few times, and I go off because I was already on the edge. My sex locks down around the head of his cock, and I’m sucking every drop out of him. His thumb keeps moving, and one orgasm morphs into another.

After my seemingly endless orgasms start to recede, Cillian drops down on top of me, and we both gasp to catch our breath.

“Are you trying to kill me?” he says against my neck.

“No! Then I’d die a virgin,” I tease him. “I was trying to give you a good start to your birthday.”

“Good? That is not what I’d call that. Mind-blowing is more like it.” I run my fingers up and down his back, enjoying the feel of him on my fingers. “Waking up in bed with you is enough to make my birthday the best I’ve ever had.”

“Cillian,” I sigh. If I didn’t know for sure if I loved him, that would have done it. “Happy birthday.”

“Thank you for coming.”

“To your birthday or, like, just now?”

His whole body shakes with laughter. “Both, sugar plums.”

“Veto!” I say, joining him in laughter.


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