IRISH (The Trident Series Book 4)

by Jaime Lewis

  He sat and was silent for a few minutes as he stared at the blank screen on the TV. As the seconds ticked by, she felt as if she was sitting on pins and needles. Christ, she wished he would say something. Then as if he heard her mind, he looked at her. A blank expression encompassed his face. Her body was rigid, and she held her breath as he started to speak. “I appreciate you are being forthcoming, but Bailey,” he released her hands, then hauled her on top of his lap and took her face between his hands. “I meant what I said before; I want you because of the person you are inside. And what you just told me confirmed that you are that person I’ve always believed you were. I want you to experience everything with Sienna and me.”

  He leaned forward and kissed her. “I’ll make you a deal, sweetness. I like the idea, and I agree that Sienna will love it, but how about it comes as a gift from both of us?”

  Bailey’s smile was so big she knew she had to have looked goofy, but she couldn’t help it. Her dreams of finding love and happiness were becoming a reality. She leaned down and kissed him. His hands held her head firmly while he ravished her mouth. She moaned as his hands moved under her tank top, making their way over her ribs to her breasts. He pushed the cup of her bra down, finding her budded nipple and pinched it, awakening every cell in her body. He thrust his hips upwards, and she felt his hard cock under her ass. She pulled from his lips and panted. She felt flush and hot. She was turned on and wanted so much more, to give him so much more, but Sienna was just down the hall asleep.

  “Sienna’s here,” she stated as she ran her fingers through his hair.

  Irish’s eyes had taken on a wild and lust-filled look. “I know, but that doesn’t mean we can’t fool around a little bit.” He nipped her lip, and she gasped, feeling a sensation hit her belly that was new to her.

  “God, you’re so damn adorable.” He carefully maneuvered her onto her back and ran his large hand up her jean-clad thigh. He didn’t stop until he reached her belly then pushed her shirt up, exposing her breasts. He bent his head and licked her aroused nipple. The moment his warm tongue made contact with the sensitive little bud, she about shot off the couch, and he chuckled. “Easy, baby. I won’t go too far.” He continued to lick and suck, making her body feel good.

  He settled between her thighs, and thrust his hips, making his cock hit her pussy, and she couldn’t stop the moan from coming out. “Oh god, Ky. That feels so good.” She began to rock her hips to his rhythm. Her body’s sensors were on overload. Between his mouth on her breast, teasing her nipples, and his cock rubbing against her clit through the barrier of their jeans, she felt the sensation build within her body until she couldn’t hold back any longer. She lost all train of thought and exploded.

  Irish pulled back just slightly, still massaging her breast. “Holy shit, you are so responsive.”

  “Oh, my God. That felt so good,” she stated, coming down from her high, and he smiled. “Just wait, it gets better,” he said and winked. But their little lust fest was cut short when the floor behind the couch creaked.

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  Irish sat up first, but not before making sure that Bailey was covered. He looked to the right, and there stood Sienna a couple of feet away from the couch with her nose scrunched up and teddy bear in hand looking at them. Then she turned her head sideways. “Uncle Ky, are you and Ms. Bailey playing or exercising?” Throwing his exact words back at him.

  Bailey sat up along-side him, and he wanted to chuckle because her face was so red. She looked well-loved, and he could only imagine how beautiful she’d look when he made love to her. His dick got harder, but then he remembered Sienna had asked him a question.

  “What?” He asked, but Bailey started laughing, and then he understood. Jesus, she must have seen him humping Bailey, just like the cat had done to his pants. He looked at Bailey for help once again, because honestly, he didn’t have a fucking clue what to say.

  “Sienna, you know that tickle monster game Uncle Ky plays with you where he runs after you, and if you don’t get to the safe base, he tickles you, and then you become the tickle monster, and then you get a chance to go after him?” Sienna nodded. “Well, I didn’t make it to the base, and your uncle held me down and tickled me until I cried.” Bailey made a pouty face, and Irish cocked his eyebrow. How in the hell does she come up with this shit on a whim?

  “Uncle Ky, that wasn’t nice. You need to say you’re sorry for making Ms. Bailey cry,” Sienna scolded him. How the fuck did this get turned around, making him the bad guy? From his view, he should be made the hero considering he’d just made Bailey cum while fully clothed. Not that he could tell a five-year-old that.

  He turned toward Bailey. “I’m sorry.” She was biting her lip, trying not to laugh, which made him want to bend her over his knee and spank her ass for being a little minx.

  “You need to hug her too. Sorrys should come with hugs. That is what grandma always says.”

  Fuck me…He hugged Bailey and whispered in her ear. “Paybacks are a bitch, sweetness.”

  After getting Sienna a glass of water, which was why she wandered out of her room in the first place and tucking her back in bed, Irish joined Bailey back on the couch. She was curled up in the corner with her legs tucked under her. He picked her up easily and sat down with her on his lap, and she snuggled against his chest. The moment was long gone now.

  “That was too close,” she said, and he agreed and kissed the top of her head.

  “I need a shower.” She said, sliding off him, and he wanted to protest. He liked having her in his arms and holding her.

  “Can I join you?” He asked without thinking, and she put her hands on her hips. He laughed and held up his hands. “I’m only joking.”

  “I’m locking the door.”

  He looked at her like she had grown a pair of horns. “Like a five-dollar lock would stop me. I’d have that door opened in five seconds.”

  “Five? You might want to brush up on your skills, SEAL boy! I’d thought you’d be faster than that,” she retorted.

  “You are going to pay for that, sweetness.”

  “Can’t wait,” she replied with sarcasm and winked at him. She turned and walked out of the room with her hips swaying as she went, and all he could do was smile. She was awesome, and more importantly, she was all his.

  Chapter Twenty

  “Well, do you have any update? Time is ticking, and Ralph is starting to make threats if I don’t have his money by the end of the month.” Bentley asked Randy as they sat at the bar at the Country Club.

  Randy was getting irritated with Bentley. If it weren’t for him, Bentley wouldn’t even know where Bailey was. Randy had found out that Bailey was indeed seeing the guy who had shown up at that run-down bar in the town she lived in. The guy’s name was Ky Daniels, and he was in the Navy. He owned a house and had his niece living with him. What had him puzzled was when they tried accessing his military record, his investigator was shut down. According to the investigator, that usually meant the records were classified. There were several reasons for a person’s military to be non-accessible, but one seemed the most logical because of his location. If he were a betting man, which he was, he’d be willing to bet this Ky Daniels was Special Forces, a Navy SEAL.

  Without knowing for sure, Randy had to tread the water very carefully. He didn’t know much about the elite unit, but he knew enough to know they were trained killers and not to be taken lightly.

  Randy took a drink of his scotch then turned to look at Bentley. The man looked like shit. He could tell he was getting worried, and he should be. He never should’ve gone to a loan shark unless he knew he’d be able to repay his debt plus the interest. The Ralph guy that Bentley borrowed money from had been charging him twenty percent per week.

  “I’ve been working on a plan, but I need to be sure I have everything in place before I put it into action.”

  “I don’t see why you don’t just drive up there and throw her ass in the car. Why do you need a fucking plan
?”

  “There are things I’ve been told by the guy who has been keeping tabs on her.”

  Bentley raised his eyebrows and scowled. “I know my daughter enough to know she doesn’t deserve what my father left her. She doesn’t even care about the money she has. She’s had fifteen million sitting in an account for over five years and hasn’t touched a dime of it. Shit, with interest, it has to be close to twenty million now.”

  “Actually, she wrote her first check the other day.”

  “She did?” Bentley asked, surprised. Randy was surprised as well when the manager of the bank called him to inform him of the transaction. Bailey thought she was hiding the money, but once he found the banking institution she was using, all it took was greasing a few palms with some cash, and people talked.

  “She wired five million dollars to some organization called the Jacob Hardesty Foundation.”

  Bentley gasped and nearly choked on his drink. Randy knew that information would piss him off. Bentley was a scrooge; he never donated money to charities.

  “She gave five million to a charity?”

  Randy nodded. “She did. It’s an organization that helps veterans and their families. The founder is a friend of Bailey’s.”

  “What else does your contact up there say

  “She has a group of girlfriends she hangs out with, along with a group of guys. The guys are all in the Navy.”

  Bentley squinted his eyes and set his glass down onto the bar. “Is she dating one of them?”

  “It seems that way.”

  Bentley slammed his hand down onto the bar top. His face was red, and he pointed at Randy.

  “That can’t happen. I don’t care what it takes; you get her ass back here within the next three weeks.”

  “Actually, with my plan, I don’t even have to leave. We are going to make her come to us.”

  “Explain.”

  Randy proceeded to explain in detail how Bailey would come willingly, and once he had her here, she’d never leave, even if it meant ending her life. Of course, after he got what was owed to him.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Bailey pulled into Irish’s driveway and smiled when she saw his vehicle parked there. He had called her earlier and invited her over for dinner but called again about an hour ago to let her know that something had come up at work, and he might be a little late. He told her that if he wasn’t home when she got there, to use the key he had given her to let herself in.

  She was excited to see him. The past four days, he’d been at some sort of sniper training in Coronado, California. Every night he had called her, and they’d talk until she couldn’t keep her eyes open. It wasn’t the same as seeing him in person. She missed his arms wrapped around her while he kissed her goodnight.

  She pulled her overnight bag from the backseat and lifted it onto her shoulder and made her way into the house. Irish had given her specific instructions to bring a bathing suit and pack an overnight bag. She had been giddy all day since he had called. She had spent the last two hours pampering herself. Sienna was having a sleepover at Tenley and Potter’s house with Alejandra, so that meant she and Irish had the house to themselves for the night, meaning tonight could be the night she finally lost her virginity.

  She let herself into the house and paused when the aroma of spices filled her nose. She inhaled; it smelled divine.

  She dropped her bags by the door and walked into the kitchen and took in the sight. The table was set for two and even had candles lit. Light jazz music filled the air, and then there was Irish. She took in the sight of all six feet plus of him. The pair of loose-fitting jeans with a light blue, long-sleeve button-up shirt, and the sleeves rolled up to his elbows, exposing his muscular forearms, made him look as if he had just stepped out of a GQ magazine. He turned and gave her a lopsided smile, and she nearly fainted. He took her breath away, looking all sexy, standing in front of the stove.

  “Hey, sweetness,” he said, walking over and placing his hands on her hips as he looked her over. She was glad she had taken Alex’s advice and opted for the new grey sweater dress she’d bought the other day. She paired it with her black suede, high heeled boots. If his smile was any indication, he was obviously happy with her choice. He licked his lower lip, then lowered his mouth to hers. “You look gorgeous.”

  She smiled against his lips. “Thanks. You don’t look too shabby yourself.” She closed her eyes as he kissed her. It was a quick kiss, then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest and just held her. She’d missed him so much, and he’d only been gone for four days. How was she going to cope when he would be gone for an even longer time on deployment and had no clue where he would be?

  “You got quiet. Is everything okay?” He asked softly.

  She looked up at him and gazed into his blue eyes. They held a gleam to them. He looked happy. She smiled, hugging him and snuggled closer. “Everything is perfect. I just missed you, that’s all.”

  He squeezed her tighter and rubbed her back. “I missed you too.”

  They stayed that way for a few minutes until she stepped back and lifted her nose in the air.

  “What smells so good?” She walked toward the stove, and he followed her.

  He turned off the stove and lifted the lid to one of the pans. She closed her eyes and inhaled the delicious aroma.

  “I hope you like chicken parmesan.”

  “It’s one of my top five dishes. What type of sauce do you use?” She asked, dipping her finger in the pot and taking a taste of the thick, red sauce. She closed her eyes and savored the taste as the fresh tomato and spices hit her taste buds. “Oh, my stars in heaven! This is fantastic.”

  He gave her a boyish smile, and Bailey swore he looked a little embarrassed. She thought it was cute.

  “It’s my mom’s recipe,” he said as he plated the food and walked it over to the table.

  She stared at him in amazement. Damn, she couldn’t have asked for anyone better. He was kind, compassionate, loving, sexy, could cook, and he was a freaking SEAL.

  “You made this from scratch.”

  “Yep.”

  “Wow!”

  “What? I told you I like to cook.”

  “No, I didn’t mean it in a bad way. I love to cook too, but I couldn’t make this. My spaghetti sauce comes straight from a jar.”

  He leaned down and kissed her then held her chin. “Well, I’ll just have to teach you.”

  “I’d like that.”

  He smiled and motioned for her to take a seat in the chair he pulled out. He took the seat across from her, and they both dug in, making conversation as they ate.

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  Later, after they both cleaned up the kitchen, Bailey stepped out onto the patio and looked around. Irish had done a lot of planning to make this evening as perfect as possible. The arbor over the hot tub was strung with white twinkle lights; the same light jazz music that was played in the house could be heard through the Bluetooth speaker outside. He had even placed white candles around the patio, creating an ambiance of romance. As her eyes moved, she locked gazes with his as he sat on the edge of the hot tub with the bottom half of his legs submerged in the water. She absorbed his trim, muscular physique. His muscular chest along with the dips and ridges of his abs teased her. She had the urge to run her hands all over his body. The man was carved like a sculpture.

  She gripped the towel around her tighter. She had chosen to wear her black halter top bikini. She felt a little self-conscious. It was the most her body had been exposed to his eyes. Well, except for their little romp on the couch a few days ago. She had her faults with her body, just like most women did. There was always something they disliked about themselves. Hers just happened to be her boobs. She had big boobs, and in her opinion, they were too large for her body, although Irish would beg to differ. He seemed to like her boobs very much. He curled his finger, motioning for her to join him. She swallowed hard, knowing once he put his hands on her, she would be d
one for.

  Irish slowly pulled the towel from her body. His eyes started at her feet and went up from there, very slowly. His eyes zeroed in on her breasts that poured from the top, with her nipples standing at attention. Now, whether that was from the chilly air or just her arousal, she wasn’t entirely sure. Either way, he must have liked what he saw because when his eyes met hers, he grinned.

  “Just when I think you couldn’t get any more beautiful, you surprise me. Come here, sweetness.” He held his hand out, and she accepted as he helped her over the edge and into the steamy water.

  The water felt good as she sunk into the swirling water. Irish followed her, bringing two bottles of beer with him. He placed them on the ledge behind them before he lowered himself next to her. She tried to settle her nerves, but it felt impossible. She was both anxious and nervous. She leaned her head back and looked up at the sky. The moon was shining, and the stars were twinkling against the black velvet sky. The mixture of the hot tub jets swirling and the jazz music playing added to the romance of it all. She couldn’t have asked for anything more beautiful and calming.

  She flinched ever so slightly when Irish placed his hand on her thigh. Her heart started to beat faster, and she took a deep breath. He must have sensed her nervousness. He spoke in a low, calm, but deep voice as he caressed her thigh from knee to hip. “Bailey, I want you to know that nothing will happen tonight that you don’t want to. I want us both to just enjoy each other tonight.”