He took his shirt off and then his pants, and I ripped off my clothes quickly as well until we were both naked, in front of each other. He pulled me into his arms as I looked up into his eyes, my breasts were pressed against his chest. I could feel his hard erection against my stomach, but neither of us moved. We just stared into each other’s eyes.
He smiled softly and ran his hands through my hair, playing with my curls. His thumbs then moved to my face and ran over my eyebrows and down my cheeks and along my jawline. His index finger ran down the middle of my nose and traced a line around my lips.
“You’re perfection, Abby.”
“I’m not. Trust me, I’m not,” I said, not knowing what else to say. My heart was beating rapidly. My feelings for this man ran deep, deeper than any feelings I’d ever had for anyone in my life. I felt like my heart was about to burst out of my chest.
“You are,” he said. “You’re exactly what I’ve been missing in my life.” He tilted his head to the side and surveyed me, a wide small across his lips. “Don’t ever tell anyone I said it, but … you might just be the best decision I’ve ever made, Abby Waldron.”
“Why’s that?”
“Well, if you don’t know, maybe you’re not as smart as I thought.” He picked me up and lay me down on the bed, then he spread my legs and buried his face in my pussy. I twisted my hands in the sheets and closed my eyes, surrendering to the sensation of his tongue.
He was too intoxicating, too charismatic, too much, and I loved every part of him. I loved this man, and I wanted to be with him forever. But I knew it was too early to tell him that.
I had no idea where we were going. Tonight had been a pivotal moment, but I didn’t know exactly what it meant. But I did know I had to be patient because Dylan McAllister was the man I wanted to spend my life with.
Chapter 39
Dylan
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“This is my son, Shamus, and this is my son, Alistair, and this is my son, Connor. Connor, Alistair, and Shamus, this is your cousin, Dylan.”
“Nice to meet you.” Connor nodded at me and handed me a beer. “You want a drink?”
“Yes. Thanks.” I took the beer from him and smiled. Abby was on the other side of the room, talking to another family member that I’d been introduced to but didn’t really know. I felt out of my element, but strangely enough, I didn’t feel uncomfortable. These were my people. I never thought I’d be able to say something like that before. These were my people, my cousins, we were blood relations.
“So I heard you’re a big shot in the States, then,” the one I believed was Shamus asked me. He had bright red hair, and I thanked God that I haven’t gotten those genes.
“Well, I don’t know about big shot.”
“Don’t be so modest,” Barbara said. “I looked you up. You’re very successful.” She frowned at her three sons. “But just because he’s your cousin doesn’t mean he owes you anything. So don’t be asking him for any money. You hear me, boys?”
“Honestly, Mum!” Alistair shook his head. “It’s not like we were going to ask him for money. We just met him tonight. I mean, maybe tomorrow night.” He looked at me and winked.
“Don’t worry,” Shamus said. “We won’t ask you for money, Dylan, but we’re glad to meet you. We’ve heard a lot about you through the years, you know?”
“Really?” I was surprised.
“Of course. You, the very famous member of the family, even if you never met us before. You don’t know how much our mum and our auntie talked about you. And your mum.” He stopped short when Connor gave him a look. “Oops, sorry. Are we not meant to talk about his mum?”
“It’s okay. It’s been a long time,” I said. “Do you know what happened to my dad?”
“We don’t know. I mean, if we were over in America, we would’ve killed him, you know.” They looked at me with sympathy.
“Yeah. I would’ve killed him too.” I already had a call in with my private investigator to see if he could locate my father. I wasn’t sure if I wanted him to be found or not, because I hated him. I hated every single thing about him. I didn’t know exactly what had gone down with my mother, and I didn’t know if the story that Barbara had told me was entirely true, but it couldn’t all have been lies. And if it was true, that meant my father was a murderer. Maybe it was an accident, I didn’t know.
But I wasn’t sure if this was a case of ignorance being bliss. Maybe I didn’t want to know. I was strong, but I didn’t know what I would do if I found out something that bad.
What if I was in front of the man and …
“Hey, Dylan, you hungry?” Connor asked, interrupting my thoughts.
“Sorry. I was just thinking about my parents.”
“I understand,” Barbara rubbed my shoulder. “It must be very hard. I mean, it’s been hard for us, but I can only imagine for you.”
“It’s been … challenging,” I said. I heard Abby laughing in the corner, and I looked over. She was so genuine. So kind. And I was so glad that she’d accepted this invitation. She’d known better than I had. She’d known that this would be helpful. That it would give me some grounding. That even though I thought I’d hate these people, I didn’t. It wasn’t their fault that I’d grown up without parents. It wasn’t their fault that they hadn’t come to find me. The past was the past. I was glad to be here with them now. They were good people, kind people. There was a warmth in this house. They might not have had a lot of money, they might have lived in a small flat, but they were richer than I was in all the ways that counted.
And I could feel that love towards me as well. It had nothing to do with my money, just like the feelings I got from Abby. She cared about me. She liked me for me. She stood up to me when she didn’t agree with me. I loved that she didn’t take my shit. She was special. She was the kind of woman I’d never really believed existed.
And now she was making me question everything. How could we go back to New York as boss and secretary and pretend that everything else hadn’t just happened? How could I go back and continue to live my life the way that I was? I was falling for her. Irrevocably, deeply in love. And it scared the shit out of me because I didn’t even know what love really meant.
“I think he’s gone to La La Land again,” Shamus said, laughing. “Hey, Dylan, you tired? Maybe you’re a wee bit jet-lagged?”
“Sorry. No. I’m just overcome with emotions, and thoughts, and feelings. You know?”
“Aye. I know,” he said, nodding, and he looked over to Abby. “She’s a pretty one, isn’t she?”
“I wasn’t—” Out of habit, I started to deny that I’d been thinking of her and I stopped myself. “Yeah. She’s beautiful.”
“A good woman is hard to find,” he said softly. “If she’s a good one, you better keep her.”
“I think she just might well be the best one there is,” I said softly. “But we didn’t come here tonight to talk about me and my relationship.” I laughed. “Let’s get drunk and have some fun.”