Chapter Ten

Serena

The sun splitting through the blinds makes me groan as it shines right in my eyes. My head hurts. Why did I drink so much last night? If I didn’t, I wouldn’t be hungover, and I would have gotten laid. I can’t believe Conall rejected my advances. I respect it, I really do, because not all men would have acted the same. However, I was not drunk enough that I didn’t have my wits about me. I was so horny. I haven’t forgotten his promise, though. I will be getting what I need today, well, once I come too, clean up and get some food and coffee in me, then Conall can be in me.

Slowly, I sit up. If I move too quickly, it won’t end well. I glance over, but the space is empty. Conall must be up already. I search for my cell to see what time it is. I find it next to me in the bedside unit. I am surprised when I see the time. It is ten-thirty. I never sleep until this time, even if I have been drinking the night before. The latest I get up is nine. I must have needed it. I take my time to climb out of bed. It is then that I notice I am in my panties and one of Conall’s shirts. Oh, yes, I forgot he helped me get change. I remember trying to seduce him one last time while I was half naked, and then I gave up. The man has some willpower, I will give him that.

I search for him, which may take a while, this place is enormous! It is more like a compound than a house. I stroll through the long hallways and finally reach the stairs, heading down them. I stop at the ground floor, glancing around, confused.

“Conall! Where are you?” I call out loudly because he could be anywhere.

“I will come to you. Stay put.” He calls back with a laugh.

I wait patiently, and he appears a few minutes later, smiling. He is only in a pair of grey sweatpants. My eyes trail over his muscular chest and washboard abs. My tongue darts between my lips. He has a tattoo from one shoulder down onto his chest. It is a stunning design, with beautiful colouring featuring red, black, gold, and other colours—a second one on his lower stomach of a black wolf with blue eyes. I groan. I am a sucker for tattoos.

“If you are done perving, would you like some coffee and food?” Conall chuckles.

I snap my head up, meeting his eye and smirk. “Mmm, yes, for now.”

He nods, offering his hand to me, which I take. “Are you hungover?”

“Yes. I will be fine once I have painkillers, food, coffee, and a shower, then I expect you to keep the promise you made me. Nothing has changed, even though I am sober. I need to get laid, it has been too long.”

I am open and honest about it because it is the best way to be.

“I always keep my promises, sweetness.” He winks and leads me towards the kitchen.

I expect him to stop in the kitchen, but he doesn’t. He leads out to the patio. A table is set up. It has fresh coffee and a variety of food, including bacon and eggs, fruit, and pastries, to name a few.

“How long have you been up?” I ask, looking over at him.

“A couple of hours. I made use of my time.”

“You did all of this by yourself? Or are you pretending you did?” I ask, suspiciously.

Conall holds his hands up, “I promise it was all me. Please, sit.”

He leads us to the table, pulling a chair out for me to sit first—such a gentleman. I thank him with a smile, and he joins me. The first thing I reach for is coffee. I will function better with it.

I take a sip and rest back on the seat, looking over at him. “Tell me, Conall, will it be worth my time?”

I will be extremely disappointed if his kisses and touch can send me wild, and then he is terrible at sex. I have had more than enough disappointment in life, I don’t need another one.

He moves his chair closer to me and places his hand on my thigh, caressing the skin with his rough fingertips. I moan, my skin heating under his touch.

“It will be worth your time. I can promise you that, gorgeous.” He replies, full of confidence.

“Mmm, I can’t wait to see if you are telling the truth.”

His hand travels further up, under the tee I have on and brushes his fingers over my panties. I gasp, my hips jerking into his hands. “And I will prove you right.” He rasps and draws his hand away.

Between my thighs is throbbing. He smirks, knowing what he did and takes a sip of his coffee. “Get yourself hydrated and energised with food because you are going to need all the energy and stamina you have for the plans I have for the rest of the day for us.”

“Trust me, I can handle whatever you have for me.”

My confidence matched his because it is true.

“I look forward to it,” he winks.

I fill my plate with food, a mix of everything. I am always so hungry after drinking the night before. Conall does the same. Silence falls between us as we eat, the sexual tension teeming in the air. It is tempting to stand from my seat, climb into his lap and take him right here, but I won’t. I need a shower and to brush my teeth. The morning after taste of alcohol is enough to turn anyone off and ruin the mood. I can hold off a little while longer.

I squeeze my thighs together, hoping it will ease the throbbing.

“Turned on, sweetness, by the way you are squeezing your thighs together?”

“Yes, so hurry up and eat. I need to shower, and then I am all yours.”

I don’t want to wait much longer! I don’t think he does either.

He takes a bite of his food. “I am done. Are you?”

I nod eagerly. “Show me to the shower.”

“Happily.”

I am so damn eager. I haven’t had sex with anyone since my ex-husband, which is a long time. I am sure Conall can fulfil my needs. I love sex, but with everything that happened in the last year, it was the last thing on my mind. Not anymore. It is part of the new me, and I plan on making up for lost time.