Where the Streets have no Name (15 page)

“
Sure,” he said.

He followed the directions she gave and they ended up on the ferry crossing River Shannon. They’d miss Limerick completely. Good. Just another place to get recognised. Even the hat he picked up from an outdoor clothing shop when they bought raincoats
didn’t do much to disguise his face. Just like Da, Daniel’s features were very distinctive. Sometimes it worked in his favour.

Most of the time, however, he thought his face was like a curse. Especially since the bombing that took his life away.
People either recognised him – which he couldn’t do a damned thing about – or they stared, and that made him just as uncomfortable.

When Amelia stared at him, his pulse sped up and he wanted nothing more than to kiss every inch of her face, then spear her with his cock and watch the look of ecstasy in her eyes.
Feel her heat gripping him tight. Feel her lose herself in his arms.

The car was parked in with the rest and since they’d spent a good few hours sitting today, he suggested the stretch their legs
. Amelia stood overlooking the river with her arms wrapped around her midsection. How he wished he could take their place and hold her tight. Feel the heat of her body pressed to his; enjoy the curve of her arse hugging his erection. Instead he stood next to her with an arm draped over her shoulders. And it was deplorable, but damn he wanted her, even now.

“Tell me about your parents, Daniel.”

Nothing brought a man from sixty to zero like asking about his deceased parents.

“Not much to say.”
He shifted his weight, nervous from the change in the air. “Why eh, why do you ask?”

A soft sigh escaped her. “
I have to call my parents in a bit. I got an email from them. They’re…worried.”

“Ring them then.” He didn’t want to be the reason she
neglected her family. “I’ll go wait in the car, give you some privacy.”

Selfishly, he stole a kiss
from her. A light peck on the lips turned into something deeper. Something sensual. Her body flowed against him like liquid silk. Arms weaved through his hair at the nape of his neck, beneath the edge of his hat. With each possessive swipe of his tongue he told her without words how he felt.

Before he dragged her back to the car with him, stripped her bare, and plunged his throbbing cock into the sweet, moist heat between her thighs, Daniel ended the kiss, resting his forehead
against hers. The words were on his tongue.

Rather than letting them slip, he touched his lips to the top of her head, then made his way back to the car to wait
and give her some privacy.

Amelia hated to lie, but she needed to call her private investigator and discuss the information
he gathered without Daniel listening in. In the email he sent her, Mark Butler uncovered a lot more than he thought he would regarding Daniel and the false charges against him. And Mark said he had some very good news to share with her.

Quickly, she dialled his number and hit the call button, glancing around to make sure Daniel wouldn’t overhear anything.
He was in the car with the door closed almost thirty feet away. No chance of being overheard by him. Good.

She still felt terrible for going behind his back, but if it meant his name would be cleared and he’d be granted a second chance, she’d take any anger directed at her for going behind his back.

“Amelia,” Mark said when he answered the phone. “Thanks for returning my call.”

“
Of course. Tell me what you’ve got.”

“Enough to get
Daniel Byrne pardoned and issued a formal apology from the government,” Mark told her, explaining in detail his findings. “And I’ve got Riley, on tape, admitting his part in the bombing. He said, and I quote, ‘I hit two birds with one stone; my ex and my bit on the side. The wife never found out about the two extra kids I almost had.’ The guy is a first class son of a bitch.”

The words hit Amelia square in the chest with enough force that her breath stuttered
and nausea roiled in her gut. “He…he didn’t…”

“I’ve got
the entire conversation recorded,” Mark said. “Want to hear it?”

“No!” Amelia would no doubt lose her lunch if she heard the bastard’s voice
. “No, that’s fine.” She could not sit through the admission of a man killing two innocent women and their unborn children just to hide his infidelities. “Just…get it where it needs to go to clear his name.”

“
Want me to do it in person?”

“Of course.”
Amelia didn’t trust any other method at the moment. Too much was at stake. She’d not risk Daniel’s freedom on a technicality. “All your expenses will be paid. Coordinate with Gabriella Swanson – you’ve got her number. She’ll make sure payments go through.”

“
Sure thing, Amelia. I’ll do what needs to be done and call you when I’m finished.”

“
Thank you,” she said.

Amelia disconnected the call and tucked her cell in her shoulder bag.
Peering over her shoulder through a curtain of her hair, she glanced back at the car to find Daniel’s eyes on her. He looked away, then flicked his gaze back, like looking away from her for too long was a crime.

A smile played on her lips
as she made her way to the car and she realised that Daniel filled up the cracks in her heart from losing Poppa. He might be gone, but he’d always live on in her heart, and letting the organ remain smashed to pieces served no purpose.

It was like living in a broken house. People got their houses repaired instead of living in drafts. So although she’d lost Poppa forever, he’d
had a full life, and he would want her to enjoy hers. All the injustices in the world weren’t hers to fix, but she couldn’t sit idly by when it was in her power to do something for Daniel. And making sure his name was cleared gave her a sense of accomplishment.

“What do you look so happy about?” Daniel asked when she dropped into the
passenger seat of the car.

She turned to him, ignoring the ferry boat docking and people milling around them, and fought the urge to
hold his jaw in her hands and kiss him senseless. He made her so happy she could dance like no one was watching.

Amelia took his hand, threading her fingers in his. “Just glad to be here with you,” she admitted truthfully. “That’s all.”

Daniel laughed. “You’re likely to give me a complex if you keep this up, lass.”

The dock master motioned for them to pull up and whatever response she’d come up with drifted in the fresh late summer wind.
Amelia enjoyed being in public with Daniel when he was relaxed, but at times she wanted and needed nothing more than his hands on her skin, his lips on her mouth, and his cock buried deep inside her.

They stopped for the night at a bed and breakfast overlooking a beach near Doonberg, facing the Atlantic.
Dinners weren’t served here – they had to travel to the pub back up on the main road – which suited them just fine. They had plenty of time before they needed to get something for supper and the pub served meals until nine o’clock at night. They had four hours to do whatever they wanted.

“So,”
Daniel said, looking nervously around the room.

“So,” Amelia spoke at the same moment.

They both laughed. In the next beat of her heart the tension in the room was so thick she could scoop it up with a spoon.

She wanted to do something for him. To feel him at her mercy again. And if the straining fabric
at the zipper of his jeans told her anything, he’d have no problems letting her do what she wanted. Kneeling in front of him, Amelia worked his belt buckle loose, then focused her attention to the bulge in front of her. She unzipped his jeans and reached inside for his erection, sliding her tongue out to taste the pearly white liquid squeezing from the tip.

Before Daniel could stop her, she sucked him into her mouth and pulled him deep, until he hit the back of her throat. One of his hands caressed her cheek and Amelia moaned. She wanted to please him. Needed to please him. This was her way of showing him how much she cared, even if she couldn’t find the words to say how she felt out loud.

Amelia’s mouth on him became Daniel’s undoing. Her soft, sexy moans vibrated the length of his cock. This time she wasn’t hesitant. She took him deep, curling her tongue along the underside, sucking and licking him like her favourite treat. His body tightened. Thighs trembled. Cursing, Daniel thrust his hands in her hair, trying not to force the entire length of his cock down her throat.

His release shot through him with the force of a freight train,
pulsing into the wet heat of her mouth. Greedily, Amelia sucked every last drop from him, her eyes looking up into his through those black rimmed glasses. Jaysus, she hadn’t a clue how feckin’ sexy she was.

Daniel yanked her to her feet a little rougher than he meant to. But damn it, she made him lose control.
Made him bloody mad with wanting her. Now he planned on showing her just how much fire she played with each time she took the control of his body and its reactions out of his hands.

The blue of her eyes darkened. Her lips parted
, breaths quickened. He lost himself again and crushed his mouth to hers, filling his hands with her curves. Her body responded to him instantly; just as his did with hers. Nipples tightened beneath his palms. She arched her back, melting against him, flowing like satin.

“Daniel,” she moaned, head thrown back in reckless abandon.

“Aye love.” He kissed his way down to her throat, brushing his thumb over her nipple, feeling the bud tighten further. She shuddered in his arms, her moans spurring him on. “What do you want, Amelia?”

Her long legs scrambled around his waist and her core rubbed against his growing erection. “You, Daniel.” She rained hot, open-mouthed kisses along his jaw while her hips continued grinding. “God, I want you so bad. I can’t stand it.”

His cock was bare, hard and wanting again. Delicious heat. Friction. And she was so feckin’ wet, soaking through her trousers, sliding over him.

Daniel dropped her roughly to her feet and in seconds, he stripped her to nothing. For a moment he stared, taking his fill. She stood there with nothing on, not bothering to cover herself. Her cheeks were flushed, hair mussed from his fingers, lips swollen and ruby red from his kisses.

His gaze dropped to her chest, flushed with arousal. Dusky rose-tipped nipples erect and needing his mouth on them. The flat, smooth expanse of her abdomen, leading to trimmed curls glistening…

Daniel dropped to his knees, yanking her towards him. He filled his hands with the curves of her arse, angling her where he wanted her. So soft. Amelia gasped, staring down at him, desire swirling in the depths of her eyes. He lick
ed his lips, then inhaled her musky-sweet scent. Amelia sunk her hands into his hair at the same time he ran his tongue along her slick folds. When he reached the firm bud at the top of her, Daniel sucked her clit into his mouth.

“Oh!”
she cried out, clutching his hair, forcing his mouth deeper.

Chuckling, he obliged, working his tongue harder, faster. Her hips bucked and writhed, body trembled. Her breath did that thing when she was coming, hitching and gasping mingled with pleasured moans. Daniel pushed on,
showing her two could play the game. He was every bit as capable of making her lose herself in the moment.

Except it was he who lost control again, lifting her in his arms and thrusting his cock into her snug heat, sheathing himself fully. Bracing their weight on his own two feet,
he slammed in and out of her, swallowing her cries with his mouth. Daniel went wild. Primal. He took and gave and nothing mattered but the feel of Amelia, accepting him as he was, wanting him with the same intense and unyielding need.

She clenched around him, her orgasm milking him, tearing his self-control to shreds. Daniel came with a hoarse shout of her name, his seed jetting inside her. They trembled together, clutching one another tight. Tension flickered around them, hot and thick and wild. Again, the words made their way to the tip of his tongue. And again he held them back.
Though he felt like one, he wasn’t some eejit schoolboy trying to tell a girl how he felt.

Amelia shuddered, draping herself on his chest. Their heartbeats slammed together, chest to chest, slick with sweat.
Daniel walked backwards until his thighs felt the bed behind him. Keeping their bodies joined, he dropped down on the mattress. Amelia’s legs were wrapped tight around his waist, her arms in a death grip around his neck. She touched her lips to his jaw and earlobe in sweet little kisses.

He felt them all the way down to his soul. His woman was satisfied.
His woman.
Daniel like the sound of that.
Mine
.
Hers
. He was hers, aye. No question about it.

“Daniel,” she sighed, her breath still shaky
.

“Aye, love.” Working his way to her lips, he kissed her soundly, once again saying with his body what his brain wouldn’t let his tongue admit.

I love you, lass.

His tongue swiped against hers, curling, like an
intimate embrace.

You’ve got my heart, Amelia.

He tightened his hold on her body.

And you always will.

She whimpered and her core squeezed him. Daniel felt all his blood rush south and he grew hard inside her again.