Unmarked: Sean's Story (Chosen #4) by Alisa Mullen Read Free Book Online Page B

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    One. Less. Drunk.
    “What? You didn’t like my joke?” she half purred and half moaned at me. Oh hell, I had seen this kind of girl plenty of times. Whiny and in need of a good spanking. Did I look like I wanted to control a woman? No, if anyone got their digs in me – Lizzie – I was the whiny bitch.
    “Don’t do that,” I admonished her. “Don’t cry over spilled milk. I just thought your joke was a little…let’s say, honest.”
    When I gave her my pointed look that said I just called her on her shit, you could practically see the way her petals retracted and she wilted into herself. I put my hand over her cold one that still lay on the table next to the empty shot glass.
    “Let me take you home now,” I soothed. I was talking to a little girl who needed a bit of guidance and a whole lot of nice. When she nodded, I didn’t miss the small tear that left her eye and fell down into her ear.
    I led Aoife away from the drunken idiots that claimed I was going to score and out to the fresh air of Southie. A cab went by right as we walked out and I muttered “fuck” before I looked up and down the street for another one.
    “Sorry,” Aoife lightly said. She could have been a little fairy in the way she shied away from me one minute and then a heavy stone of reality in the way she got to me in less time that anyone ever had.
    “You are forgiven,” I smiled at her with my shined up face. It was the face that I made when I wanted a girl to think she was charming. I didn’t ever have to fake the shine smile with Lizzie. And there she is again interrupting my thoughts.
    Fuck. Me. Lousy.
    “You have a nice smile, Sean,” Aoife commented. I nodded at her as I ran to the curb to hail down the cabbie I saw flying down the road. It swerved a couple of times, obviously seeing me a little late, and it managed to slip right in between two cars and nearly take Aoife out by the legs.
    “Dude, what the fuck?” I yelled through the window. Aoife put her arm on my shoulder and warmly smiled at me with a small tinge of drunken adoration.
    “Thanks for the taxi, Sean,” she started for the door. I opened it for her and scoffed.
    “Yeah – I got us a cab.” I pointed my finger in between her and me. She tried to keep a straight face but her looks she was throwing my way said exactly what she had said the moment I walked up to her at the party.
    This girl wanted to get naked with me. Did I want a hook up? I was so damn tired of thinking about Lizzie. Aoife and I had already kissed and it just happened so it wasn’t like there was some hurdle I had to jump through. All I needed was one move.
    One.
    Slow.
    Move.
    My leg rubbed against her tiny one as I put my hand on her inner upper thigh. She was hot and I felt her jump a little at the contact.
    “Baby? What is your address?” I asked her nonchalantly, giving her a sidelong glance.
    Her stammered Irish accent was fucking delightful and I imagined those little grunt noises being heard throughout her bedroom as we rocked together. I didn’t even hear her address because the thought of this tiny girl riding me was enough to give me a hard on. I never got a boner just from thinking about a girl.
    I put my mouth up to her ear and she lowered her head to the side so I wouldn’t tickle her. Another instinctual reaction to touch. No one had ever put their mouth near her ear? Was it the first time? There were so many times, throughout movies or just to keep Niall sleeping, that Lizzie and I would duck our mouths close to each other’s ears. No flinch, no reaction. Just normal.
    Aoife made the small gesture intimate and special. Why?
    “Can I stay at your place tonight? It is a little late for me to head back to Newburyport,” I said into her and made sure to stay for one more inhale and exhale so Aoife could feel the motion of my breath, the truth of my intention, and the hope that she would say yes.
    “Okay.”
    We rode in silence – again. This time it was a little