I jolt toward him, hissing, "Stop. What are you doing?"
He steps away from me, a sly grin on his face, keeping himself and the phone just out of my reach. "Yeah. I agree. She needs to have some fun. Okay? Thanks. Cheers."
Cillian disconnects and shoves the phone in his pocket.
"What did you do that for?" I ask, angry that he would just assume I could get the time off.
"I did it because I want to spend more time with you, and I don't want to relinquish you up to The Hibernian tonight."
"You can't just go making decisions like that for me. I have responsibilities, you know."
"Quit grumbling, Ren. It's done and you're going to thank me over and over again I did that."
I cross my arms over my chest and glare at him. "Now why would I do that?"
"First, you're going to thank me because I'm getting ready to take you to an Irish music festival and you're going to have a ton of fun with me listening to some great bands."
"And why else would I be thankful?"
He steps into me, grabbing my chin with his hand. Bringing his lips close to mine, he murmurs, "Because after, I'm going to bring you back to my flat and I'm going to make you come over and over again tonight."
Oh, shit. My entire body floods with lust at the thought, and just like that... I want to capitulate. The thought of him doing whatever he wants to my body is a turn on. But something about this bothers me.
I can't have him dictating everything to me. I've certainly given in to my baser desires where he is concerned, and I know that Cillian likes to be in control, but when it boils right down to it, I don't want someone controlling me because he can.
I step away from him, pulling my phone out. I dial Uncle Keefe and when he answers, I tersely say, "Uncle Keefe. Don't switch my shift. I'll be in at the regular time tonight."
I hang up without saying goodbye and giving him a chance to talk me out of it, because by the part of the conversation I had just heard between him and Cillian, he was all in favor of me going out.
"Why'd you do that?" Cillian’s voice is low, disbelieving, and a bit hard.
"Because... you don't control me or my life. If that's what you're looking for, let me off this crazy train right now."
He levels me with a stare that would make some women cry, but I hold firm. Then his eyes soften and he sighs. "Fine. At least come listen to some music at the park and I'll have you to The Hibernian in time for your shift."
"Okay," I tell him with a tentative smile. "See, that's not so bad, is it?"
"I f**king hate it, but I guess I'll live with it."
To ease his pain, I step in and kiss him, lightly my running tongue over his lip rings. The kiss deepens quickly but then, all too soon, he's pulling back.
"Come on," he says, smiling at me. "Let's get out of here before I'm tempted to bend you over that table."
There...now that is how he can still control me. My body would probably do anything he asked of it... and he knows it.
CHAPTER 14
Cillian
It's been five days since I first f**ked Renner and I still can't get enough of her. I don't eat dinner and work in The Hibernian anymore, because that was just so I could have the opportunity to stalk her and get her to relent to me. Now that's she done that, I don't have to sit at that uncomfortable table all night, hoping that I can have a few scraps of time with her.
But it doesn't stop me from heading there each night, waiting outside for when she gets off. We walk home, making small talk, holding hands. But the minute we get inside her apartment, it's always a race to see how fast we can get our clothes off. One night, just as I'd imagined would happen, we dropped right there to the floor, so eager to be wrapped up in each other.
Every time seems to be better.
Last night, though, I'm not sure it can be topped. I met her outside of the pub, with a brown paper bag in my hand.
She eyed it curiously. "Is that a surprise for me?"
"Sort of. It's a box of condoms. Surprise!"
She started laughing, taking the bag from me, and peeking inside. When she confirmed the contents were nothing more than a box of rubbers, she handed it back to me. "Seems like I've become a bit of a sure bet with you, huh?"
Fuck... the fact that she so easily joked around with me had something clawing on the inside of my chest. I've never had such an easy time talking to a woman. I've never been so delighted by one... inside and outside of the bed.
When we got to her apartment, we kissed, pulled, and clawed our way at each other as we stumbled back to her bedroom. I pulled the box out of the bag and opened her nightstand drawer, intent on tossing them in there.
But something caught my eye. Opening the drawer further, I grinned to myself. Reaching in, I pulled out a hot pink vibrator. I held it out for her to see, cocking my eyebrow. And just as I expected, she blushed beet red.
"Seems like I'm not doing my job properly," I told her. "Not if you have this beside your bed."
She started stammering, and then denying that she had used it since we'd been together.
I twisted the bottom of it so it turned on, enjoying the thrum against my palm. I turned to her and said deviously, "Get your clothes off and get on the bed. I feel like playing with you tonight."
Renner swallowed hard, but then she whipped her clothes off and crawled onto the mattress.