had wanted to enjoy for a long time. “Come on me.”
“Oh, sweetheart,” Sinyn groaned as he did.
The first taste of cum was bitter yet musky. She licked her lips as she savored it. The milky fluid dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. Izzy ran her fingers through it massaging it into her skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he dropped down beside her, spent and hot. Sinyn’s mouth met hers and he kissed her with slow, lingering deliberateness as his hands roamed her sticky flesh.
Izzy licked the scar at the top of his lips. “How did that happen?”
“A fight with my cousin. I ended up being pushed out of a tree house and I landed on rocky ground.”
“It’s as sexy.”
Sinyn smiled. “Really?” He rolled on top of her. “You’re sexy.”
“Who are you?” This was no normal tourist who visited the tropics. This man had an indefinable quality about him.
“Would you believe me if I said I’m the prince of a small island country to the southwest of Ireland?”
She looked at the lovely man beside her. Was he a prince? Maybe. The thing was, it didn’t matter to her. She had enjoyed Sinyn. “Tell me about this island.” She listened as he told about Inis Daire, pronounced Inis Derry.
“Inis means island and Daire means an oak grove. My homeland is renowned for our oak furniture. I came to Cairns because I was told to come. The local seer. She decreed I would find my future here.”
Interesting. “And have you?”
“Maybe,” Sinyn murmured against her lips.
****
The present
Izzy shook herself. She had been overcome by the memory of the man and the moment. “Who knew I would be left with a souvenir?” That she was pregnant was undisputable. That she was going to have the baby, a no-brainer. But the man? Hmm…
She picked her purse and thumbed through the section where she kept business cards, measurements for things she had no idea what there were for anymore, and a blister pack strip of aspirins. “He gave me this before he left.” She pulled out the plain, simple, white card with his name on it.
Cilla took it. “Sinyn Donnelly. Was he very sinful?”
Oh yeah . Izzy’s face got hot just thinking about what the man could do. “Sinyn’s an Irish name.” She thought back to his words from that night. “It means strong.”
“Are you going to call and tell him about the baby?”
“I don’t know.” Izzy had mixed feelings. Part of her acknowledged she was perfectly capable of bringing a child up on her own. She didn’t need a man and especially not one who would feel he ‘had to’. The other side was she had grown up without a father. It had been a strange, lonely existence depending solely on a drug dependant junkie mother who couldn’t look after herself, let alone a child. She always wanted to know who her father was. Izzy had dreamed on cold, hungry nights when her mother had been too out of it to form sentences let alone walk that her father would ride in on a white horse and save her. But dreams never came true and Izzy had learned fast to look after herself and depend on no one.
“I don’t want him feeling like he has to do anything.”
Cilla snorted. “He already has.”
“I mean financially.”
“Oh please! Not the Mack pride again.” Cilla shook her head. “Are you going to have it?”
The ‘it’ in question was very much a reality, and Izzy would have been a liar to say she hadn’t contemplated an abortion. She was pro choice and believed a woman had a right to do whatever she chose to with her own body.
“Yeah.”
“Wow. Gutsy move. Are you going to ring Prince Sinyn?”
Izzy tapped the white card against her chin. “When I’ve worked out what to say to him.
Chapter Two
“Hello, my name is Izzy Mack. I live in Cairns, Australia. You probably don’t remember me.”
Sinyn smiled. Visions of a gloriously buxom and generous body, a beautiful smile with lips that teased and sucked at his dick until he came
“Oh, sweetheart,” Sinyn groaned as he did.
The first taste of cum was bitter yet musky. She licked her lips as she savored it. The milky fluid dripped down her chin and onto her breasts. Izzy ran her fingers through it massaging it into her skin.
“You’re beautiful,” he murmured as he dropped down beside her, spent and hot. Sinyn’s mouth met hers and he kissed her with slow, lingering deliberateness as his hands roamed her sticky flesh.
Izzy licked the scar at the top of his lips. “How did that happen?”
“A fight with my cousin. I ended up being pushed out of a tree house and I landed on rocky ground.”
“It’s as sexy.”
Sinyn smiled. “Really?” He rolled on top of her. “You’re sexy.”
“Who are you?” This was no normal tourist who visited the tropics. This man had an indefinable quality about him.
“Would you believe me if I said I’m the prince of a small island country to the southwest of Ireland?”
She looked at the lovely man beside her. Was he a prince? Maybe. The thing was, it didn’t matter to her. She had enjoyed Sinyn. “Tell me about this island.” She listened as he told about Inis Daire, pronounced Inis Derry.
“Inis means island and Daire means an oak grove. My homeland is renowned for our oak furniture. I came to Cairns because I was told to come. The local seer. She decreed I would find my future here.”
Interesting. “And have you?”
“Maybe,” Sinyn murmured against her lips.
****
The present
Izzy shook herself. She had been overcome by the memory of the man and the moment. “Who knew I would be left with a souvenir?” That she was pregnant was undisputable. That she was going to have the baby, a no-brainer. But the man? Hmm…
She picked her purse and thumbed through the section where she kept business cards, measurements for things she had no idea what there were for anymore, and a blister pack strip of aspirins. “He gave me this before he left.” She pulled out the plain, simple, white card with his name on it.
Cilla took it. “Sinyn Donnelly. Was he very sinful?”
Oh yeah . Izzy’s face got hot just thinking about what the man could do. “Sinyn’s an Irish name.” She thought back to his words from that night. “It means strong.”
“Are you going to call and tell him about the baby?”
“I don’t know.” Izzy had mixed feelings. Part of her acknowledged she was perfectly capable of bringing a child up on her own. She didn’t need a man and especially not one who would feel he ‘had to’. The other side was she had grown up without a father. It had been a strange, lonely existence depending solely on a drug dependant junkie mother who couldn’t look after herself, let alone a child. She always wanted to know who her father was. Izzy had dreamed on cold, hungry nights when her mother had been too out of it to form sentences let alone walk that her father would ride in on a white horse and save her. But dreams never came true and Izzy had learned fast to look after herself and depend on no one.
“I don’t want him feeling like he has to do anything.”
Cilla snorted. “He already has.”
“I mean financially.”
“Oh please! Not the Mack pride again.” Cilla shook her head. “Are you going to have it?”
The ‘it’ in question was very much a reality, and Izzy would have been a liar to say she hadn’t contemplated an abortion. She was pro choice and believed a woman had a right to do whatever she chose to with her own body.
“Yeah.”
“Wow. Gutsy move. Are you going to ring Prince Sinyn?”
Izzy tapped the white card against her chin. “When I’ve worked out what to say to him.
Chapter Two
“Hello, my name is Izzy Mack. I live in Cairns, Australia. You probably don’t remember me.”
Sinyn smiled. Visions of a gloriously buxom and generous body, a beautiful smile with lips that teased and sucked at his dick until he came
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