Gaelforced

Chapter Two

I awoke a couple of hours later to Gael ordering me to my knees and giggled, feeling the wetness dripping between my thighs. Removing my headphones I rolled off the bed and to my feet feeling more relaxed than I had in days. Looking over at the clock I saw that it was a little past eight and decided it was time to celebrate my arrival.

I went over to the small chair in the corner where I had placed my luggage and rummaged through it for something to wear. Settling on tight dark wash jeans that hugged my hips and a nude lace peplum top I grabbed my toiletries and headed for the bathroom to shower, thoughts of Gael flitting through my mind.

After finishing my shower I stared at myself in the mirror over the sink debating on what look to go for. My blue eyes shone bright with contentment as I brushed the tangles out of my long onyx hair. I hummed some made up tunes as I darkened my eyes in a maze of smokey color and adding a dark red lip. Not bad. I turned from the bathroom and sat on the bed to put on my black wedge boots. I looked and felt good. I grab my purse and slipping out the door I lock it behind me.

On the way to the bed and breakfast earlier that day I had noticed a small pub that seemed charming and fun, and as I stepped from the cab I knew I had been right in my choice. Music blared from the open doors and onto the street, people who had gotten an early start were already stumbling out in peels of laughter. I smiled at their joy and readied myself to feel the same. Before I could make it in I was pushed back, a man colliding into me. Losing my balance on my heels I fall into a puddle of standing water from the rain earlier that day.

I shiver as the cold seeps through my clothes and sends a chill up my spine. The man in question turned around wide eyed and immediately kneeled down, hand extended to help me up.

"Jesus I am so sorry! These damn stones always trip me up you'd think I'm the klutziest man in the world." I sat there unable to speak for a moment. My body was wet and rigid from shock but not from the fall or resulting wetness. The man before me stood a foot taller than me with a strong built body. Piercing blue eyes framed in the longest darkest lashes I had ever seen. Stubble covered a strong jaw with lips that were full and sensual. His dark hair stood slightly spiked like he had just rolled out of bed, his eyes warm and inviting held a bit of danger. This wasn't what shocked me. I had seen plenty of beautiful men in my life. It was his voice. I'd know it anywhere with how much I listened to it and with how my body responded.

"Gael" I breathe out the name, my voice barely an audible moan as my body reacts to seeing the man whose voice had me in a perpetual state of arousal. I could no longer feel the chill seeping in my clothes from the puddle beneath me, only the heat emanating from his body. I watched as his lips part in a gasp at the recognization, his eyes roaming over my body as I grasp his hand and stand. I felt a hum pass between us as our skin touched and I bit my lip. I notice his eyes dart to my mouth before gazing back into my eyes.

"How did you know it was me?" he asked looking slightly shocked and shy himself. He ran his hand through his hair looking around before grasping my elbow and steering me to a dark alley beside the pub. My mind struggled to formulate an answer and before I knew it I was on my tip toes whispering in his ear.