<b>Chapter </b><b>94 </b>


    We spent the day cuddling together, watching movies, and taking breaks to make lunch and dinner. I switched how I was <b>cuddling </b>with each time I drew a new film out of the hat. It was a peaceful day, and we all enjoyed it. After dinner, we decided to take a break from the movie marathon and walk to theke. We <b>walked </b>out to the dock, sitting down along the edge, feet dangling in the water, watching the sunset.


    “What will happen once we fly back to the city?” I asked, “Mike <b>and </b>Drew only have one more week of leave left.” I reached for Mike’s hand, and he <b>linked </b>our fingers together, squeezing my hand.


    “Well, your mom and our <b>dad </b>won’t be <b>back </b>yet, so we will have the house to ourselves. I think it would be a good idea for us to start looking for a <b>ce </b>big enough for all of us. I know I would feel better knowing you were far away from your bitch of a mother.” Drew <b>said</b>. I nodded my head in agreement. I didn’t want to think about Drew and Mike being gone for six more months. So I leaned my head against Mike’s shoulder <b>and </b>decided I wouldn’t think about it right now.


    We sat along the dock, and I was cuddled between Mike and Drew. We enjoyed the calm evening and quiet chatting until the mosquitos tried to make a meal out of us, and we all retreated to the house. Standing <b>just </b>inside the sliding <b>ss </b>door, I scratched at a mosquito bite, thinking I might want to reconsider living so close to water since the bugs seemed to like the way I tasted, when Patrick came up behind me, wrapping his arms around my waist and kissing my neck. I groaned and rxed into him as he continued trailing kisses down my neck. My legs almost <b>gave </b>out when he ran his teeth across my ear lobe and gave <b>a </b>very masculine chuckle before he scooped me <b>up </b>in his arms <b>and </b>tumed toward the stairs.


    “Where are we going?” I giggled as Patrick nuzzled my neck. “Are we done with movie day?”


    “Don’t worry, love, I have something that will be even better to <b>watch </b><b>than </b>a movie. Patrick grinned wickedly.


    “So what is it called? I asked, ying along<b>. </b>


    called watching my dick slide into your tight hole,” Patrick murmured into my ear as he began to climb the stairs.


    +10


    <b>Bonu </b>


    01:07


    That


    sounds like an interesting show. When does it start? I teased.


    “Just as soon as I get you onto your bed, Patrick promised, entering my bedroom and kicking the door closed behind him. Crossing the room, heid me on the bed, stripping off <b>his </b>clothes and joining me on the bed.


    “Well, someone looks like they are ready for the <b>show</b>, I teased, looking down at Patrick’s hard dick.


    Oh love, he’s been ready to go since I wrapped my arms around you downstairs. Now, let’s get you out of these clothes because there is something 1 want to show you<b>?</b>”


    “Show me, hmm, I wonder what there could be left to show me,”


    While we were talking, Patrick had been working on getting my clothes off<b>, </b><b>and </b>I was nowpletely naked, lying on the bed in front of him.


    “Like what you see?” I teased, moving my legs so he could see everything.


    Patrick groaned as his eyes took in my soaking pussy; reaching out, he slowly ran his finger from my entrance to my clit, causing me to whimper at the


    sensation.


    “I think w


    nk you are <b>just </b>as ready <b>as </b>I am. Isn’t that right, love?” he growled, climbing in between my legs.


    “Yes, please,” I <b>groaned </b><b>as </b>he slid my legs over his shoulders and mmed into me. I screamed his name as my pussy stretched around his dick, and with two more thrusts, I <b>was </b>falling apart around him. Patrick groaned as my walls mped around him, forcing him to pump harder into me. I could <b>feel </b>another orgasm beginning to build as his dick ran across my <b>g </b>spot.


    *Please don’t stop, I’m so close,” I begged him. Patrick growled in response, moving my legs off his shoulder and spreading them wide. He continued to m into me so fast I could feel his balls pping against my ass. Patrick moaned, and I could feel the head of his dick bumping my cervix; we both came apart at the same time<b>, </b>and our voices mingled <b>as </b>we cried out together.


    Patrick rolled off of me, careful not to identally hit my ribs, and gathered me in his arms, turning my face so he could kiss <b>me </b>gently on the hips before letting out another groan.


    “Love, <b>you </b>him.


    have no idea how much I have wanted to do this <b>to </b>you all day. Patrick murmured, giving my ear a final nibble before pulling me closer to


    “You’re right; I did enjoy the show, I told him; resting my <b>head </b>on his shoulder, I ran my fingers along his side, finding a <b>scar </b>along one of his ribs. I


    stopped and looked at him with questions running through my mind. “What happened here?” I asked him, running my finger along the scar. It was long and thin and felt too narrow to be a knife wound


    “Hmm,? Oh, that? It’s just a surgery scar, nothing too exciting. He told me as he <b>ran </b>his fingers down my bare back.


    “What kind of surgery?” I was curious now that he was sounding evasive.


    “Broke <b>a </b>rib in a fight, it punctured a lung and poked holes in a couple of other vital organs, so they went in so I wouldn’t bleed to death. He said it so calmly like it happened daily and wasn’t a big deal. I propped myself up on my elbows and stared at him in shock.


    “Do the others know?” I asked in shock.


    “Of course,” Patrick snorted. Drew was the one who made me go to the hospital after the fight. Boy, my mom was mad once she knew I would be <b>okay</b>. Have you ever been scolded in Irish? Let me tell you, it’s not present.” Patrick shuddered <b>as </b>I just sat there, stunned, looking at him.


    “When was this?” I looked at the sear again. It was healed, so it must <b>have </b>been a while


    <b>ago</b><b>. </b>


    “Hmm, ten, almost eleven years ago. My dads got me into boxing when I was about five. When I turned eighteen, they introduced me to the underground fighting ring. I was doing really well until thatst fight. I don’t know what my mom <b>said </b>to my dads, but once I was out of the hospital, they wouldn’t let me fight anymore. That’s also when I was given apany to run,”


    “You’re lucky that happened before I knew you, I grumbled. “Or being told off in Irish would have been the least of your worries.”


    Patrick cocked an eyebrow at me. “Oh really, what would a tiny thing like you have done to me?” He asked, his voice teasing.


    “Hmm, most likely withheld sex until you promised never to do it again.” I grinned, looking at Patrick’s horrified expression.


    <b>Now</b>, love, that would just be punishing both of us,” Patrick <b>said</b>, a note of teasing back in his voice.


    “I <b>would </b>miss the great sex, yes, but I do have four other boyfriends who I’m sure would be happy to pick up the ck.” I think I might <b>have </b>shocked him into silence<b>. </b>I looked at him, waiting for a response.


    He chuckled, “You know, love, I think I will be a very good boy after this,” he said, rolling toward me. I smiled, thinking he was going to kiss me, until I felt his fingers running up my sides and then digging under my arms. I shrieked as he tickled me,ughing until tears were running down my face. He stopped immediately, though, when I called for mercy and told him I <b>was </b>about to pee.


    Propping himself on his elbows over me, he kissed me gently. “I love you,” he whispered against my lips.


    “I love you too,” I said, <b>kissing </b>him back.