I Made You My First (26 page)

I was ready to explode and beg.  “Irish...please, please give it to me” and I blindly reached for his hand hoping to pull him up to me.  He gently worked his finger in and out of me slowly, as his tongue continued to suckle my spot.  With each thrust of his finger, he would turn his hand clockwise sliding it into me and then turn it in the opposite direction as he slid it back out. When he added a second finger, I couldn’t take it anymore and my hands latched onto his head as I weaved my fingers
through his hair, pulling him closer to me. “Irish, please I want you so badly,” and I finally propped myself up, hoping to lock eyes with him to beg him to give me what I wanted.  He began working his fingers faster into me, adding slightly more force.  I watched his tongue tease my swollen spot, flicking it back and forth.  That was it.  I saw Irish glance up at me as I threw my head back and moaned.  He took my spot in his mouth and roughly suckled it.  I felt my arms give out and I tried to catch myself as I fell back on the counter.  Irish was over me within seconds kissing my neck and whispering “I love you,” over and over again.

I reached for his neck as he hitched my body around his waist lifting me effortlessly off the counter and holding me to his chest. I watched his eyes as he carried me to the sofa and gently put me down.  Standing over me, I watched him undress
until he was standing naked.  This man was everything I’d ever dreamed of.

He climbed up my body and lowered himself down to kiss my lips. “What is it that you want, Jurnee?” and he gave me his sexy little grin.  I felt my heart rate quicken with the
anticipation of what was about to come.  He lowered himself down, allowing just his tip to touch me.  I stared at him and he smiled. I wanted him and he knew it.

“So, you want this?” and he pushed himself down a little harder now, making my body quiver.  I nodded.  “Then I want you to repeat what I am about to say to you,” and he gave me a devilish grin.

“You’re going to make me beg?” and I tried not to smile at him.

“Not beg,” he said and he ran his
 body up to my belly button and back down to my spot. 

I looked at him as he said,
“Irish, I’ll never doubt your love for me because I know that you love only me,” and he was dead serious.  Looking in his eyes, I repeated, “Irish, I’ll never doubt your love for me because I know that you love only me.” 

He smiled and pulled my lower body close to him.  He took a deep breath before firmly reaching for my hips and thrusting into me.
  In that brief moment no words were spoken, I felt my body explode as we both climaxed at the same time.  His eyes locked onto mine and he mouthed
I love you
.  I softly moaned and pushed into him.  Once he was completely inside me, all of his movement suddenly stopped.  We both relaxed and he crumbled down on top of me. 

I wrapped my arms around him and quietly whispered, “I’m the luckiest woman on this planet and you’d better never leave me.” 

He smiled so sweetly and mouthed
I love you
.

Chapter 13

 
I sat straight up and felt myself gasp.  I looked around the dark room and I saw Irish lying next to me.  It had been a dream so I dropped back down on my pillow. 

At that moment I felt Irish’s hand touch my stomach.  “What was your dream about?” I heard him whisper so sweetly.

I touched his hand, “It was stupid, really,” I sighed. 

“Tell me,” he insisted.

“I was trying to get a puppy from underneath my aunt’s house.”

“Hmm, do you think that means you want a puppy?” he asked.

I squeezed his hand.  “No, I don’t need a puppy right now,” and closed my eyes and smiled. 

Moments passed and I felt Irish turn over on his side facing me.  “What about kids?  Do you want any?” and I froze.  I really didn’t want children but this was a subject we’d never discussed.  We had known each other about three weeks
, giving me serious pause. 

It was pitch dark but I felt his hand rub gently up and down my stomach.  “Do you want kids, Irish?” and I almost held my breath waiting for his answer.

“Maybe someday, but I’d like to see the world with you first,” and I took a deep breath of relief.

“That sounds good to me,” I said. 

Moments passed and neither of us said anything until I felt Irish sit up on his side.  I couldn’t see his face so I wasn’t sure of his expression but he felt around for my hand and when he found it he asked, “Jurnee, are you pregnant?” 

I gulped, “No.  Why would you say that?”  I lay there waiting for his answer.

“Well, I know you should have a period once a month and we haven’t had to worry about it so far.”   He had a valid point.  I hadn’t been on top of anything since I’d arrived in San Diego.  I lay there trying to think when I’d had my last one.  I knew it’d be marked on the calendar I brought from my aunt’s house.

“Irish, this is going to sound really irresponsible, but I’d have to check the calendar in my suitcase to be able to give you
an answer.”  I was so glad he couldn’t see my face because I was embarrassed.

“Jurnee, if you’re pregnant, we’ll deal with it.  As long as we’re together I’m really not afraid of anything.”  I felt myself tearing up.  Neither one of us was ready for a baby, but he’d deal with anything that came our way.  I questioned how lucky I was to meet someone like him. I was in awe of him but I also couldn’t stop wondering now.

“Irish, I’m afraid to look at my calendar, would you?”  I felt him roll out of the bed and turn on the lamp.  He was naked and I loved the view. 

He smiled and threw up his hands.  “Where is it?”  He really was adorable.

“Medium-sized suitcase, green, I think,” and covered my eyes waiting for him to find it.  The suitcase snapped open and then I heard pages turning.  Irish placed the calendar on the bed. 

“Well?”

He didn’t respond, so I dropped my hand from my eyes.  He was bent over looking at May.  “Is the dot on this calendar suggesting the first or last day,” and he looked at me seriously.

I lifted up and looked at the page.  “First day,” I said.

He looked at me now and I could tell he was calculating numbers in his head.  “Well,” he said, “if you started on the second of May and ended on the eighth, then you were due for a period on about the sixth of this month. 

I took the calendar from him.  “That has to be wrong,” I insisted.  “That would mean I got pregnant the first time I slept with you, Irish, and I was taking the pill.”

“Where are your pills, Jurnee?” and I gave him a confused look.

“In my purse over there,” I pointed.  Irish brought it to me.  I fished my pill package out and handed it to him.  He sat down and opened the new package finding the instruction page. 

He sat there reading for what seemed forever and then finally he looked me in the eye. “Jurnee, read this line,” he said handing me the paper.
This medication strength is to help regulate menstruation schedules only, not to prevent pregnancy.

My eyes grew huge and I stared at Irish. “I’ve been taking this pill since I was sixteen.” I threw my head in my hands
now. “So how many days am I late?” I stopped freaking out long enough to count.

“Can it happen that quickly?” I stared at him helplessly.

He crawled up on the bed now and wrapped his arms around me. “How about we do this,” he said as he gently kissed my forehead. “Let’s not g
et upset yet. Let’s give it more time.

You’ve been on an emotional roller coaster this month, Jurnee. Who knows if that doesn’t have something to do with this?” Sighing, he held me in an embrace.

I agreed with him but the fact that I’d
never
been late was gnawing at me.

“Are you ready to lie down yet?” He asked brushing his hand along my cheek.

“We could try,” and he rolled over to turn off the lamp. We both lay in bed quietly now, my head on his chest while his arms were wrapped snugly around me. I was sure I knew what we were both thinking about. Silent moments passed and I felt his hand run through my hair.

“Have you given any thought to what you want to do when we get all settled in our new house?” he whispered.

“No, I haven’t gotten that far,” I sighed.

“You can do anything you want, Jurnee. You could work or go to school. You could also stay home if you want to. I just want you to be happy.” His hand gently took a handful of my hair, giving it a light squeeze.

“I need to get a car, Irish,” I said thinking out loud.

“We’ll get you a car, Jurnee. That’s not a problem.”

“I’ll buy it. I have money and it’s time I learn to research and purchase a car on my own.”

I
took a deep breath and scooted up closer to Irish’s body. “I really liked that car we rented yesterday.”

He chuckled. “That was a cool car.”
I lay there smiling until we both fell asleep.

The next morning, I felt my body rocking. Then I thought I felt someone whisper in my ear and I

closed my eyes and hugged the pillow, trying to listen.

“Jurnee, you need to wake up.”

Lying on my side, I rolled over onto my back and opened my eyes. Irish was looking at me. I smiled at his handsome face. “What time is it?”

“It’s time to rise and shine.” Kissing my forehead he gave me the sweetest smile.

“Would you like a cup of coffee?”

“I’d kill a herd of two-headed dragons for a cup,” I cooed.

His eyebrow shot up, giving me a confused smile. “My dad used to say that.” He rolled off the bed and reached for my hand, pulling me up and guiding me to the bathroom, leaving me at the door. “I’ll start the coffee so the dragons will be safe.”

I’d just finished drying my face when I heard Irish singing as he returned to the room. He stood in the doorway with coffee and a silly smile that was just wrong so early in the morning.

I took the coffee and looked sideways at him. “What are you smiling about?”

Irish bounced down the stairs instead of walking. As I sat down on the sofa he jumped in front of me, still smiling and said, “I just found out something that’s going to rock your world.”

My eyebrows went up and I stared at him.
Who says that?
I thought and giggled. I’d never seen Irish act this way. He was being so
“me”
right now.

“Okay, spill it before you explode,” I finally said.

“You’ll never guess who called my dad last night and asked for ten days off?” He looked like the
cat that just swallowed the canary.

I thought for a minute and realized it could only be John. “You’re kidding me, no way. Why?”

He finally flopped down next to me and his eyes were huge. “That’s not the best part.” He threw his head back on the sofa looking at the ceiling. “Judy’s with him and John asked if he could manage the site in Hawaii.” He turned and looked at me. “He said he wants to work there for a year or so.”
I took a gulp of coffee and was confused but I was stuck on what he’d said about Judy.

“Judy’s with him? How do you know that? She just started a new job. She wouldn’t go with my brother to Hawaii.” I knew he had to be wrong.

“My dad said they left last night,” he said seriously.

“I’m going to call her after I drink my coffee.” I sat there tossing the information around in my head. Judy would have told me something like that. I set my cup down and headed upstairs to get my phone.

Irish watched me until we both heard his phone chirp.
I

stopped, watching him pick it up. With the phone to his

ear, he looked at me, “She’s right here, Judy.”

I turned and flew down the stairs. Irish handed me his phone and then quickly passed me, taking two stairs at a time.

I held the phone to my ear and walked to the sofa. “Judy
, where are you?” I sat down. Our connection was terrible so I didn’t ask questions but tried to listen to the words I heard. “Are you with John?” I finally asked. Just then I saw Irish coming down the stairs with my purse and phone. “Okay, I’ll listen to my messages, Judy, love you and talk to you soon,” and we both disconnected.

Irish handed me my phone and dropped my purse on the floor. “She said she called and left three messages yesterday.
”

“She must’ve called while we were in the air, Jurnee,” sitting down next to me.