Free Wild Irish Envy (Copperline #2) by Sibylla Matilde Page A

my hands under her legs as they came around my waist and stood, keeping close to the side of the house until we were in the shadows around the back. A few quick steps across the yard, and we slipped into the alley.
    “I think we’re fairly safe. I can probably walk now,” Fliss said softly, and the sound of her voice, so close to my ear, sorta sent a shiver up my back.
    I clearly hadn’t thought this through. Suddenly, I became aware of her firm tits pressed against my back, the firm tone of her legs in my hands. The light, fresh scent of hers began to permeate the air around me as I stopped and allowed her to slide down to the ground. It was all I could do to suppress the moan that the feel of her body built inside me.
    She took a tentative step, limping a little, and then another, a little more solid albeit still pained. My warring emotions fought the urge to pick her up and carry her, and, in the end, I lost that battle when I saw a faint glisten of tears in her eyes.
    “Stubborn,” I muttered as I swept her up and cradled her against my chest.
    Her body tensed, but she didn’t argue. She looped an arm around my neck as we trekked through the dark alleys and dimly lit streets until we reached a hill overlooking the housing development. I sat her on a rocky outcropping, then plopped down beside her. Below us off in the distance, we could see the flashing red and blue lights of the police cars where the party was still being broken up.
    “Perfect,” I murmured, “we can hide out up here until the shades have gone.”
    “The shades?”
    “The peelers? The garda?”
    “The police?” she grinned, the faint light from the town below us casting a warm glow on her features.
    “Right, the police,” I said. “We’ll be able to see when their lights go off. Can give a little time for them to leave, and we’re grand.”
    Fliss continued to smile as she looked down the hillside. She lifted her leg some and rotated her foot a little, grimacing some, but working the muscles to relieve the pain.
    “Thank you,” she said softly. “Since my dad is a… what did you call it? A peeler ?”
    I nodded, allowing the amusement at her accent to show on my face.
    “Right, anyway, I shudder to think what kind of shit I’d be in if I got busted. I still live at home.” She laughed. “I may be eighteen, but he’d probably still ground me.”
    “I imagine he’d be rather protective. You’re his little girl, to be sure. Always will be.”
    “Yeah,” she grimaced. “I’m moving out after the semester, though. I need to grow up sometime, right?”
    She clearly wasn’t expecting an answer, which was for the best because I don’t think I could have given her one right then. She looked so beautiful in the moonlight with the glow of the city warming her face. For a second, when she glanced up at me, I saw a flicker of longing in her eyes. Her face softened and her breathing seemed to slow.
    Then she quickly looked back down the hillside from our perch up on the hill at the edge of town. “It’s so quiet up here,” she murmured. “It seems kind of weird because we’re really not very far from town, but it’s like we’re a world away.”
    “So how’s school going for ya?” I asked, trying to distract myself from the fact that she was here… with me . She was Trent’s girl, but that didn’t make me want her any less. I sorta began to wish I’d taken her someplace else, someplace with people where I could have just left her there. It was torture being alone with her. There was just a thickness in the air that made it sort of hard to breathe around her.
    She shrugged nonchalantly. “It’s school, a means to an end.” After a long silence she looked up at me. “Why did you leave?”
    Oddly, nobody had really asked me when I dropped out. Not my parents. Not my friends. The instructors probably would have, but I just sort of quit going. The more scientific and analytic things became in class, the more I heard song