Irish Sex Fairy

Shane leaned toward her. “Let’s go to heaven, a thaisce. What would you like to drink?”

She laughed. “Would I be kicked out if I ordered a glass of Chardo

“Probably not.”

The waitress approached them and Shane ordered her wine and a Gui

“So,” he said, elbows on the table. “You talked to Maeve.”

Her mouth pouted. “Yes. And it didn’t go very well.” She related her conversation to him.

“Damn.” He studied his hands clasped in front of him. “What do you know about Alzheimer’s?”

She looked pained and gave a snort. “All I know about is that Gary’s wife had it and she had to be put in a home.”

He nodded, sorry that this had come up and reminded her. He reached out and covered one of her hands with his, gave it a squeeze. “I don’t know much either. Maybe we should do some research. I don’t think there’s a cure for it, but…maybe there’s something they can do if they catch it early enough.”

“I’ll go on Maeve’s computer and Google it tomorrow.”

“Good idea.” His fingers stroked over her soft hand. Then the waitress arrived with their drinks. He released her and leaned back in his chair.

“My parents are having another party this weekend,” he said. “Wa

She blinked at him. “Did they invite me? Me and Maeve?”

“I’m sure they would.”

“Shane! You can’t invite people to your parents’ house without them knowing.”

He cast her a sexy smile. “They won’t mind.”

“I think Maeve has a date with Glen.”

“Ah. Well, you can still come.”

She tipped her head to the side and sipped her wine. “Why?”

He shrugged and looked at his beer. “Why not?”

He realized that a party at his parents place wasn’t exactly an invitation to have sex. Which is what they’d been doing. And she’d made it clear that’s all it was. Healthy, hormone-inducing, stress-relieving sex.

He wanted more than that.

The thought sliced through him so sharply he almost gasped. What the hell was he thinking?

“Never mind,” he muttered. “Bad idea.”

Now she reached for his hand and wrapped slender fingers around his. “I’ll come,” she said softly. “I like your parents.”

He looked up at her, then away, and gave a jerky nod. “Okay. Good.”

Even more people filled the Dunstan home than the last time she’d been there, and Keara let Shane introduce her to so many, she’d never keep track of all the names and faces. She smiled and made small talk as they worked their way through the house to the bar set up in the kitchen and Shane handed her a glass of wine.

“Thank you.” She smiled up at him, and then his mom spotted them and rushed over.

Hugs and greetings were exchanged. “So nice to see you again, Keara! I’m glad you could come.”

“I hope I’m not imposing.”

Fiona laughed and waved a hand. “Don’t be silly! Look at this place! There’s always room for one more. Come and have some food.”

She led them over to the buffet loaded with mouthwatering dishes. Keara began filling a plate, watching in amusement as Shane loaded his to the point of overflowing.

“Hungry?” she asked.

He glanced at her as he balanced more potatoes on his potatoes. “Yeah.”

She shook her head. He was a big muscular guy, he must burn a gazillion calories. Lucky him.

They found a place to sit and eat, and Declan joined them for a few moments, too, greeting Keara warmly.

“Thank you for having me,” she said.

“Any friend of Shane’s is always welcome here,” Declan said, and gave Shane a knowing look that had her feeling warm and shifting in her seat. What were they thinking? She’d been afraid of this. They couldn’t exactly tell Shane’s parents they were just having sex.

She choked on her wine and Shane patted her back. “You okay?

She nodded. Her eyes fell on an unusual stone on a shelf nearby. “That’s pretty,” she said. “Is that a shamrock carved on it?”

“Yes.” Declan reached out and picked it up. “Fu

“Really?”

“Yes. It’s Co

“Oh.” Something inside her chest softened. “That is so nice.”

Declan smiled. “She’s a good friend.” And then he lifted a brow and looked from Shane to Keara. “And speaking of generations—you two are our next generations, so it’s fitting that you be friends, too.”

She glanced at Shane. Hell, she’d tried to change the subject and ended right back where they started.

Shane met her eyes. “Yeah,” he said. “Friends.”

She felt her gaze snared by his, and heat rose inside her. She liked this man. She really liked him. He a

She took another big gulp of her wine. Declan was pulled aside by other friends and was soon involved in telling a long joke about an Englishman, an Irishman and a Scotsman. Keara and Shane sat there and listened, and when Shane reached for hand and wrapped his warm fingers around it while they laughed, she didn’t even mind.

After a while, Shane leaned close to her ear and whispered, “Wa

She looked at him and pursed her lips against a smile. Her tummy tightened and warmth spread through her body.

“Sure,” she replied, and she gave him a mischievous look. “I have some things for us to try.”

His eyes went dark blue. “What things?”

“Some um…things. From Maeve’s shop.”

He coughed. “Really? Like what?”

“I have a selection of items,” she replied. “Some different toys, depending on your uh…preferences. And massage oil. Cotton candy flavor. And some honey dust.”

Shane’s gut cramped and his dick twitched, his head full of images of him massaging Keara’s naked body. Then her massaging him. And then…toys. What kinds of toys?

“Let’s go.” He grabbed her hand and all but dragged her out of his parents’ house.

He was hard as steel when they walked in to his place, Keara carrying a large shopping bag he hadn’t noticed her slip into the back seat of his car earlier. What the hell did she have in there?

He took her jacket and hung it in the closet and they stood in his spacious foyer, white tile gleaming beneath the modern steel and glass chandelier. Their eyes met. She held up the bag.

“Want to know what’s in here?” Her wicked smile teased and tempted.

“Hell yeah.”

“Let’s go upstairs.”

“Good idea.’

He followed her up the stairs, unable to take his eyes off the curves of her sweet little ass as she climbed. The things he wanted to do…

He swallowed a groan as he followed her into his bedroom. The room was dark so he flicked on the lamp mounted on the wall beside the bed and started unbuttoning his shirt.

She gri

“What should we do first?” she asked, biting her lower lip as she surveyed the goods.

“Uh…Keara.”

She glanced up at him and he dropped his hands from his open shirt and stepped toward her. “You really want to use these things?”

She frowned. “Why? Don’t you? Oh God. I’m sorry. I thought…”

“No, no! I’d love to try these things with you.”

Her eyes narrowed. “You’ve used these before, haven’t you?”

“Well yes.” He hoped that wasn’t going to piss her off. But on the contrary, her frown cleared.

“I thought maybe you were too prudish to use these,” she said with a breathy laugh. “I thought I’d offended you.”

“God no! I’m uh…up for anything.”

“Yes, you are,” she murmured, glancing at his crotch.