Declan

Panicked, I reach for her.

“Love, I’m sorry,” I say, pulling her up onto the bed and into my arms. “I don’t know what she was doing.”

She meets my gaze, her embarrassment all over her face as she gasps for breath. “OhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGodOhmyGod!”

“It’s okay, doubt she saw anything,” I say to make it better, but I’m pretty sure my ma probably feels like she walked into an HBO porno.

She looks at me incredulously and yells, “Your. Mom. Saw. Me. Giving. You. Head! Declan! OhmyGod.”

“Amberlyn, it’s fine,” I say again, but she is already scrambling off the bed.

“Is she still in there?” she asks, pulling her dress up over her beautiful body. “OhmyGod, can you please take me home?”

“Amberlyn,” I say, reaching for her hand, and when I pull her to look at her face, I see that she is crying. “Oh, mo stór, please don’t cry,” I say, pulling her onto the bed and against my chest. “It’s no big deal.”

“Declan, stop. It is a big deal. She saw me with your dick in my mouth. Not what I want your mother to see!”

“I know,” I say, kissing her temple before running my thumbs along her cheeks. Closing my eyes, I beg myself not to laugh. I feel it bubbling in my throat, and I know if I let it loose, she might castrate me. “I’m sorry. I should have locked the door. I just wanted ya so bad.”

She hides her face in my neck as she wraps her arms around my shoulders. “I’m so embarrassed. How am I supposed to look at her?”

“In her eyes?”

“You’re not funny,” she says against my throat.

“Yeah, but it is kinda funny, don’t you think?” I ask, and when she pulls back to look at me, I wish I hadn’t.

With her eyes in slits, she says, “How is your mother seeing me with your dick down my throat funny?”

“Eh, I mean,” I stutter as I hold in my laughter. I’ve never been caught with a girl in my bed, so I am sure this is as awkward for my ma as it is for me, a bit. But then again, it really is funny. “It’s just our luck, ya know? First time together and we get interrupted.”

“I’m sorry, I can’t find the humor in this,” she says, annoyance coming off her in waves.

“Yeah, maybe not…I’m sorry?”

I move my head to where she can see me and grin widely at her. She doesn’t smile, but that doesn’t stop me. Leaning toward her, I kiss her bottom lip. “Don’t be mad, love.” Then the side of her mouth. “I promise, she won’t even remember it.” I kiss her bottom lip once more. “I love you, so much.” Before she can say it back, I capture her lips as a smile starts to form. Like I want, she responds to my kisses, wrapping her arms around me as I do the same to her, lying back in the bed with her on top of me. As we kiss, I run my hand down her ribs to her arse, holding her as our mouths move together. When her legs fall to the side of my hips, I throb against her, wanting her, but then she pulls away.

“I think the moment was ruined.”

“Yeah, a bit, but I’m sure we can bring it back,” I say, cupping her by the back of the head and pressing my lips to hers. Just as I am about to move my tongue into her sweet, hot mouth, a knock comes to my door.

“Declan, son, I need to talk to ya.”

“Fucking shite,” I mutter, and when I meet her look of horror, I shake my head. “I’m sorry, one second.”

“I want to die,” she mutters and I glare.

“Not funny.”

She smiles. “You get to joke about things that aren’t funny, then so do I.”

“Not about that,” I say, smacking her arse playfully. She smiles as I slowly set her beside me. I get up, pulling my boxers on before reaching for the door. Meeting my ma’s embarrassed regard, I glare as I shut the door behind me.

“Ma, really?”

“I’m sorry for interrupting, but you ran off from dinner. We needed to speak to the both of you about the engagement party.”

“Well, obviously we wanted to be alone.”

“Sure, but we needed to talk.”

“Yeah, but knock next time.”

“How was I supposed to know you’d run off to fornicate?”

“Because we are engaged! I don’t know, Ma, shite, knock on a door!”

“I said I was sorry. Still, we have lots to discuss.”

“Well, I guarantee ya, it won’t happen tonight. You’ve embarrassed the living shite out of her, Ma,” I say, pointing to the door. “And me.”

“I’ll say it again. I’m sorry, but like I said, we have a lot to discuss.”

“I don’t care!” I yell, and I hate that I did that. I don’t raise my voice to my ma. I have way more respect for her than that, but all I see are the tears in Amberlyn’s eyes. I’m pretty sure her first time has been ruined. While a part of me wants to go back in there and take her, I know this can’t be her first time. Closing my eyes, I let out a breath before meeting my ma’s unhappy gaze. “I’m sorry, but Ma, I don’t care about planning shite right now. I want to spend time with my fiancée, who is healthy and alive. Please, give us time to be us.”

“We don’t have time, Declan. It’s coming up very fast,” she says with a shake of her head.

“Ma, please,” I say, rubbing my temples. “You’re driving me mad, for sure.”

She sets me with a look, but before either of us can say anything, the door opens and Amberlyn appears. Her face is bright red, hell, even her skin is glowing, and she doesn’t look my ma in the eyes as she says, “They’re right. We don’t have much time.”

“I understand that, but we’re a bit busy, yeah?”

She looks up at me, and I know we might have been, but we’re not anymore. Which is probably for the best. “We have the rest of our lives to be busy.”

I hold her gaze for a moment and then turn to my ma who is also as red as Amberlyn is. “Ma, we’re coming. Let me get dressed.”

“Grand, thank you.” Thankfully, she leaves, and when Amberlyn goes to pass me, I stop her. Wrapping my arms around her waist, I kiss the side of her mouth.

“You’re not mad?”

She shakes her head. “Mad is the least thing I am. Embarrassed and horny is more like it.”

I smile. “I owe you busy time.”

“You do,” she says with a nod. “Soon, I hope.”

“Very soon.”

And that’s a promise.

Now, I gotta find the time and I gotta make sure the damn door is locked.