the room.
Chapter Five
Standing in the kitchen, Amery wrestled not only with
his temper but his unruly body. Of all the times to get a hard-on, Alastar!
Myrna is never gonna think you have her best interests at heart when your dick
is hard as iron from a simple brush of her body against yours.
Jerking open the fridge, he pulled out a half full
litre of milk for Myrna and a bottle of Guinness for himself. Behind him on the
table, he’d prepared a simple meal of Irish soda bread and coddle for them. The
savory scents of ham, sausage, potatoes, and onions with a hint of parsley in
Myrna’s favorite stew had been teasing him all afternoon and hopefully would
put Myrna in a good enough mood that she’d talk freely to him.
He was just setting a glass of cold milk and the cold
bottle of beer on the table when Myrna entered the kitchen. Her flannel gown
had been replaced by a faded jersey dress which had once been emerald green and
a pair of comfortable embroidered ballerina slippers. Despite the worn look of
the dress, Amery’s mouth went dry. The dress flowed over the swells of Myrna’s
body while accenting them. The fitted top hugged her generous breasts before
flowing down to a gently flared skirt that barely brushed her knees. Damneigh , how am I supposed to keep my mind on what happened when I want to toss her
down on the table and have her for dinner?
He tried to speak, but had to clear his suddenly
tight throat before he was able to force even the simplest of words out.
“Ah…dinner is ready.”
A hesitant smile crossed her lips before she nodded.
“Yes, I smelled it before I got half way down the hall. Thank you, Alastar, for
making my favorite.” She brushed by him while heading to the sink to wash her
hands. The subtle scent of vanilla washed over him and made his cock leap
behind the fine linen of his slacks. Cursing under his breath, he pulled the
chair out and sat down, effectively hiding the tented material of his slacks.
Myrna would never take this discussion seriously if she spotted his erection.
* * * *
Rinsing her hands off, Myrna tried to ignore Amery’s
commanding presence. She had to keep her head with him. For once he wasn’t
going to be bailing her out of trouble again. She was over sixty years old now.
She wasn’t a single mother with a small child anymore, who needed a knight in
shining armor to rescue her. Now all I need to do is convince Amery of that.
After drying her hands on the dishtowel next to the
sink, she joined Amery at the table. Her stomach rumbled as she reached for the
spoon next to her bowl.
“When’s the last time you ate a full meal, Myrna?”
The sharpness of Amery’s voice had her choosing her
words carefully. “Yesterday.” She lifted the spoon to her mouth.
“Before or after you showed up at the club?”
“Before.” She shoved the spoon into her mouth before
he could ask another question. Hopefully if she kept her mouth full, the
questions would stop until after she’d eaten. She closed her eyes when the
hearty taste of potatoes and spiciness of the sausage burst on her tongue.
Amery was a damn fine cook.
“That’s dangerous with your diabetes, Myrna. You
should’ve eaten something before you fell asleep in your chair. An Irish cream
coffee doesn’t suffice.”
Wiping her mouth with her napkin, Myrna tried to hang
onto her temper. “Thank you for the lecture, Amery, but I am an adult. While I
was too upset last night to eat a full meal, I did have a light snack of cheese
and crackers. I’m not an idiot. Whether you believe it or not, I do know my
body better than anyone else does.”
Amery’s gray eyes began to glitter with desire. “For
the moment. One day soon, I’ll know every inch of you better than you know
yourself. From the top of your head to the bottom of your toes and every
delicious inch in between – including those delicious looking nipples.”
The rosy heat filling her face seemed to amuse him.
The corner of his eyes
Chapter Five
Standing in the kitchen, Amery wrestled not only with
his temper but his unruly body. Of all the times to get a hard-on, Alastar!
Myrna is never gonna think you have her best interests at heart when your dick
is hard as iron from a simple brush of her body against yours.
Jerking open the fridge, he pulled out a half full
litre of milk for Myrna and a bottle of Guinness for himself. Behind him on the
table, he’d prepared a simple meal of Irish soda bread and coddle for them. The
savory scents of ham, sausage, potatoes, and onions with a hint of parsley in
Myrna’s favorite stew had been teasing him all afternoon and hopefully would
put Myrna in a good enough mood that she’d talk freely to him.
He was just setting a glass of cold milk and the cold
bottle of beer on the table when Myrna entered the kitchen. Her flannel gown
had been replaced by a faded jersey dress which had once been emerald green and
a pair of comfortable embroidered ballerina slippers. Despite the worn look of
the dress, Amery’s mouth went dry. The dress flowed over the swells of Myrna’s
body while accenting them. The fitted top hugged her generous breasts before
flowing down to a gently flared skirt that barely brushed her knees. Damneigh , how am I supposed to keep my mind on what happened when I want to toss her
down on the table and have her for dinner?
He tried to speak, but had to clear his suddenly
tight throat before he was able to force even the simplest of words out.
“Ah…dinner is ready.”
A hesitant smile crossed her lips before she nodded.
“Yes, I smelled it before I got half way down the hall. Thank you, Alastar, for
making my favorite.” She brushed by him while heading to the sink to wash her
hands. The subtle scent of vanilla washed over him and made his cock leap
behind the fine linen of his slacks. Cursing under his breath, he pulled the
chair out and sat down, effectively hiding the tented material of his slacks.
Myrna would never take this discussion seriously if she spotted his erection.
* * * *
Rinsing her hands off, Myrna tried to ignore Amery’s
commanding presence. She had to keep her head with him. For once he wasn’t
going to be bailing her out of trouble again. She was over sixty years old now.
She wasn’t a single mother with a small child anymore, who needed a knight in
shining armor to rescue her. Now all I need to do is convince Amery of that.
After drying her hands on the dishtowel next to the
sink, she joined Amery at the table. Her stomach rumbled as she reached for the
spoon next to her bowl.
“When’s the last time you ate a full meal, Myrna?”
The sharpness of Amery’s voice had her choosing her
words carefully. “Yesterday.” She lifted the spoon to her mouth.
“Before or after you showed up at the club?”
“Before.” She shoved the spoon into her mouth before
he could ask another question. Hopefully if she kept her mouth full, the
questions would stop until after she’d eaten. She closed her eyes when the
hearty taste of potatoes and spiciness of the sausage burst on her tongue.
Amery was a damn fine cook.
“That’s dangerous with your diabetes, Myrna. You
should’ve eaten something before you fell asleep in your chair. An Irish cream
coffee doesn’t suffice.”
Wiping her mouth with her napkin, Myrna tried to hang
onto her temper. “Thank you for the lecture, Amery, but I am an adult. While I
was too upset last night to eat a full meal, I did have a light snack of cheese
and crackers. I’m not an idiot. Whether you believe it or not, I do know my
body better than anyone else does.”
Amery’s gray eyes began to glitter with desire. “For
the moment. One day soon, I’ll know every inch of you better than you know
yourself. From the top of your head to the bottom of your toes and every
delicious inch in between – including those delicious looking nipples.”
The rosy heat filling her face seemed to amuse him.
The corner of his eyes
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