Irish Affair

by Heartley, Amanda

  I nod. “A brother and a sister. Both a lot younger, so I get the secondary parent thing you’re talking about.”

  “And you mentioned your mom. Is your dad around too?”

  I shake my head. “He died when I was young.” I take a sip of my beer, thinking about him. “I guess that just adds to the feeling that I’m like a father to them.”

  “That must have been hard for you,” she says.

  “It was. But you just have to deal with it, you know? What other choice do you have?”

  She smiles at me then glances around, and I follow her gaze. She spies the poker tables in the far corner of the level we’re on, and her eyes light up. She turns back to me, a cheeky grin on her face.

  “I’ve always wanted to learn how to play poker,” she says. She looks up at me with her deep green eyes, pleading with me. “Will you teach me?”

  I groan. Hearing her say those words nearly has me coming on the spot. And poker? Could this girl be any more perfect for me?

  “Talk to me like that and I’ll teach you whatever you want me to teach you,” I mutter, my voice a low growl.

  “How about we make this interesting?” she says with a grin as we walk over to the tables, hand-in-hand.

  “Okay, what do you have in mind?” I ask.

  “Oh, I don’t know, but it’s much more fun playing for something,” she says.

  I nod. I’m pretty good at poker, and I’m confident that I can beat her, even if she happened to get a stroke of beginner’s luck. I think about it for a moment and nod in agreement.

  “Okay, winner chooses the music on the drive home. Fair?” I say, keeping things clean, even though I want to offer her much, much dirtier terms. She thinks about it for a moment then shakes her head. “No?” I say.

  “No,” she confirms. “If I win, then later, back in my room, you’re going to slowly strip for me…and give me a lap dance.”

  “I’m going to what?” I say with a laugh, confident that’s something I won’t be doing. “And if I win?” I ask, frowning at her. “Do you strip for me?” I murmur.

  She grins at me and shakes her head. “Oh, no, lover boy. You already decided on choosing the music on the ride home, remember?”

  “Huh? But, that’s not fai—” I begin to protest before she interrupts me by putting her soft finger to my lips.

  “Shh. It was your call, and you blew it,” she says. “Should’ve asked for more when you had the chance. Now, come on. Let’s play.”

  Half an hour later, I realize I blew it all right, and not in the good way. She’s fucking incredible. I shake my head in disbelief as I watch her wipe out another player, pulling the stash of chips over to her. Now, I’m wishing I’d never agreed to her terms, because it’s becoming very clear she has me by the balls.

  Beginner’s luck, my ass.

  I narrow my eyes at her, because something isn’t sitting right with me. She smirks innocently at me and bats her eyelashes.

  “You’re pretty good at this,” the guy next to her comments.

  She smiles at him, then at me. “Let’s just say I may have been junior poker champion back home in Ireland…two years running,” she grins.

  “Shocking,” I mutter. “I can’t believe you took advantage of me like that.”

  “I know, I’m sorry,” she says. Her eyes sparkle as they narrow slightly on me. “But the main thing is, Grammy’s sleeping well tonight, knowing her favorite grandson is deeply in love. Right?”

  I start to laugh out loud as I realize what’s happening. I’ve been played.

  “She told you, didn’t she?” I say.

  “What do you think?” she says, sweetly cocking her head sexily to one side, fluttering her eyelashes at me again like some innocent child. I think about that for a moment before I answer.

  “Fair play to you. You got me. I think I should buy you a drink for that,” I offer.

  One turns into three, and before I know it, I’m carrying a drunk Siobhan back to her room for the second time. I swear this wasn’t my plan, but when she pulls me inside and kisses me, I can’t fight it. I kiss her back, my heart pounding as my lips press against hers. It feels every bit as good as our first kiss, only this time I know what I’m doing is wrong. My hand creeps under the back of her skirt. She smiles through her kiss.

  Then I remember how drunk she is and I’m not going to take advantage of her.

  I lay her on the bed, but she rolls off before I’ve even made it to the door. I stand there, staring at her, not sure what to do. I can’t leave her like this. I glance at the couch and shake my head.

  “Come on,” I murmur, helping her back up onto the bed. “You need to sleep this off.”

  I place pillows on either side of her to stop her rolling, then walk over to the couch and collapse on it. I glance over at her occasionally to make sure she hasn’t tossed them aside, and after a while, she seems to have settled down enough for me to relax. I close my eyes and listen to the sound of her snoring. I can’t keep the smile off my face as I think about what a fun night it was. I love the way she got me, like a silent assassin. She got me good, and I chuckle to myself.

  * * *

  I must’ve fallen asleep, because when I wake, daylight is just starting to break through the blinds. My head aches from the position I’ve been lying in on the couch. I tentatively get up and rub the back of my shoulder, cracking it, before I walk out onto the balcony. My phone rings. It’s Rory. I frown, because it’s barely six in the morning.

  “Jesus, you’re hard to get hold of,” he mumbles when I answer. He sounds both relieved and stressed.

  “Sorry, buddy, but most of us sleep through the night and it’s still fucking early, you know?” I reply. “Is everything okay?”

  “Oh yeah. Why wouldn’t it be?” he asks.

  “Um, no reason I guess,” I say. What the hell is going on with him?

  “Is Siobhan with you?” he finally snaps out.

  “What? Why would you ask me that?” I say, feeling a little nervous about what he might know.

  “Because she posted a photo of herself on Facebook and it looks like your leg in the picture. Well, your trousers, at least.”

  Oh shit. “She’s in Vegas?” I say, acting surprised.

  “You’re telling me you didn’t know that?” he growls.

  Fuck. I have no idea what route to take here. Should I be honest, or do I try and convince him it’s a coincidence?

  “I told you, man. I’m here to visit my mom and family,” I say, trying to side-step his question.

  “So, you haven’t seen my sister?” he asks.

  “No,” I say. I close my eyes as I say it, because I hate lying to him.

  “Okay,” he says with a sigh. “I trust you. Let me know if you do see her, okay?”

  I agree, hang up and walk back inside, trying to forget about how shitty I feel about deceiving him.

  The first thing I notice is the bed is empty, but then I hear the shower running and I relax. I sit back down on the couch in the darkness, waiting for her to come out so I can go back to the safety of my room. I hear her turn off the shower, and a few minutes later the door opens. Siobhan walks into the room, and I groan when I see she’s wrapped in just a towel.

  Fuck. She obviously has no idea I’m even here. What do I do?

  I wince as she turns around. She gasps when she sees me sitting there on the couch. Her hand shoots up to her chest, but she’s so flustered, she drops the towel. My eyes, as much as I try to drag them away won’t cooperate as they roll over her body. Holy shit, she’s even sexier than I imagined.

  “You dropped your towel,” I say, pointing out the obvious.

  God, I’m so hard.

  I quickly stand, thinking I’ll do the chivalrous thing and retrieve the towel for her, but all that does is make me feel dizzy. Not surprising, I guess, considering all my blood has headed straight for my dick. She grabs it herself and wraps it around herself protectively, glaring at me.

  “O
h my God, Ben. What the hell are you doing here?” she gasps. “Are you some kind of voyeur or something? Sneaking up on girls while they shower?” I can see she’s not as mad as she’s making out. I walk over to her and wrap my arms around her. My heart races at what I’m about to do. Once we go there, there’s no going back.

  “What would you like me to be doing?” I murmur, my voice strained. She stares at me for a moment then presses her lips against mine. The towel falls away again, but this time, she doesn’t care. My hands roam over her body, touching, stroking her everywhere. I can’t get enough of those soft, inviting lips, or her beautiful, pale skin.

  Suddenly, she’s like a predator stalking her prey…and I like it. She stares into my eyes as she unbuttons my shirt, tearing it from my shoulders and tossing it to the floor. She traces her fingernails over my chest, and I wince as she unbuckles my belt, slowly edging me back toward the bed. She pulls the zipper down on my pants, rubbing her palm over my hardened bulge and I feel it throbbing against her squeeze. I throw my head back and groan as she yanks the rest of my clothes abruptly over my hips, and I quickly step out of them.

  “Holy fuck, Siobhan,” I gasp, my head swimming with uncontrollable desire for her.

  “You like that, lover boy?” she whispers, curling her fingers around my manhood and stroking me gently, back and forth. “Not bad for an Irish country lass, huh?” My cock is so fucking hard, and all I can think about is what kind of heaven I’ll be in when I bury it deep inside her warm wetness.

  “Uh…um…not bad at all,” is all I can manage to whimper out as she continues to pump me, spreading my slick pre-cum along my shaft.

  “Just, ‘not bad’, huh? Wrong, answer, Ben,” she says. “It feels fucking amazing, doesn’t it,” she coos, stroking me a little faster. My eyes roll in my head as the sensation builds and I feel like I’m about to explode. “You do have a condom, right?” she asks.

  “Back…pants…pocket,” I groan out between deep sighs. She fumbles in my clothes with her free hand until she finds it, then rips it open between her teeth.

  “Thank God for that. I’m so fucking horny for you right now,” she says, rolling it expertly over my length with both hands, then she lets go of my dick and pushes me back onto the bed. I already feel breathless, and somewhat helpless as she climbs on top and straddles me. My hands explore her body, caressing her back, her peachy ass, and her breasts as she grinds her warm pussy against my throbbing cock.

  I grab her hips and pull her onto me, feeling her slick pussy lips sliding along the bottom of my shaft. I position myself at her entrance then drive myself inside her wetness. She gasps, and I growl as I fill her. She falls forward, pinning my shoulders to the bed with her hands while she rocks herself against me, riding my thrusts. My head is swimming with lust and desire for her like I’ve never known with any girl before. Every grind of her pussy on my hard cock, throbbing inside her, sends another wave of pleasure through me.

  I palm her firm breasts, teasing her stiff nipples with my thumbs. She closes her eyes and bites her lower lip—so fucking sexy. Her breathing gets heavier, and her moans a little louder. She pants, her lips slightly parted, the sight of her pushing me closer and closer to the edge. I grab her ass tightly with both hands, pulling her harder against me, holding her as I pump into her. She groans, her legs trembling as she comes hard on me, and I’m gone, bucking my hips against her as my orgasm hits. I pull her down on top of my chest, wrapping my arms around her back, holding her tight then squeezing her sweet ass again, as my climax subsides.

  Finally, I gasp, “Holy fuck, you’re amazing, Siobhan,” and I truly believe she is.

  “Why thank you. Not so bad yourself,” she whispers as I stroke her hair between my fingers. I smile and kiss her chin, then along the side of her face, until my tongue curls around her earlobe. She moans as I suck it, my cock still deep inside her. Eventually, she rolls onto the bed beside me, and I clean up before crawling back into bed and pull her close, kissing the back of her neck. She sighs contentedly, then wraps her arms over mine, her breathing becoming heavier.

  “You still owe me a slow strip and lap dance,” she mumbles, before falling asleep in my arms.

  * * *

  The buzzing sound won’t stop. I stir and look around. It takes me a few minutes to realize it’s my phone vibrating on the nightstand. I pick it up and lift it to my ear, mumbling a hello.

  “Ben, it’s me.”

  Rory. Fuck. I open my eyes and sit up, trying to forget his gorgeous, sexy sister is lying next to me.

  “Hey,” I say. “What’s up?” Does he do anything other than call me?

  “I can’t get hold of Siobhan, and I’m starting to freak out. I just wanted to see if you could try a few hotels there and see if you can find her? I wouldn’t normally be worried, but Kayla stopped by to see if she made it home okay. She hasn’t, and she’s alone.”

  “Uh, sure. Any idea where she was staying?” I ask.

  “No, Kayla said she’d booked the room and that Siobhan hadn’t asked her which hotel.” He sighs. “It’s probably nothing, but as you’re already there…”

  “Sure, say no more. Let me do some digging and I’ll try and find her for you.”

  “Thanks, man. I owe you big time for this,” he says sounding relieved.

  “Don’t mention it,” I say weakly, feeling even more guilty about what I’ve done.

  Chapter Six

  Siobhan

  I open my eyes, vaguely aware that Ben was just on the phone.

  Ben.

  Shite.

  I sit up and roll over to face him. Then everything comes flooding back to me and I just feel guilt. Guilt about lying to my brother, and guilt because all I want to do is lay back down and spend the day right here with him.

  “We’ve got a problem,” Ben mutters. “Rory’s about to send out a search party to look for you.”

  “What?” I gasp. “Why?”

  “Because your friend is back in L.A. and you’re not? And he can’t get hold of you. I’m supposed to go hotel to hotel to try and find you.”

  “Oh, crap,” I groan.

  “Yeah,” he nods and then he laughs.

  I stare at him. “My brother is going to kill you for boning his little sister, and you’re laughing?”

  “He’ll only kill me when, and if, he finds out,” he says with a grin. “You should call him. Put his mind at rest. It’ll buy us some time, at least. He doesn’t have to know what we’re up to. I mean, he’s not sitting in this hotel room right now, is he?”

  I look around, just the thought of that is almost enough to kill any lingering desires I might have had to have sex with Ben again. I lay back down, my heart still racing. I remember everything from earlier this morning. Every tiny detail from the way his lips kissed mine, to the way he…I shiver at the thought. If I keep going on that train of thought, I know what will happen.

  I think about that for a second then glance at Ben, lying there, half covered in the sheet and I start to feel all hot and horny again. Before I can stop myself, I lean over and kiss him, pressing my lips against his. I climb on top of him, his erection telling me everything I need to know. He stares at me, a little shocked, but he’s not complaining.

  “You sure about this?” he asks as he shuffles down the bed.

  “Definitely,” I say.

  He doesn’t need telling twice. Like a little kid who got the candy, he reaches over to his wallet on the nightstand and grabs a condom. Almost feverishly, his hands shake in excitement as he rolls it onto his length. I groan as I slide down on top of him, the feel of him slowly parting my lips is amazing. He bucks his hips as I grind against him and I gasp as he fills me, his length sliding easily into my wet pussy.

  We kiss passionately, and I feel so at one with him. He wraps his strong arms around me, pulling me close and holding me tight while he makes sweet love to me. His big hands roam my body, squeezing my arse, stroking my hips, my back, my neck, and balling his fists in
my hair while he kisses me harder. It’s like he can’t get enough of me, and I feel so loved and wanted. It’s amazing.

  My orgasm hits me like a lightning bolt and I break the kiss, gasping for air as my thighs clench around his hips. So, fucking wonderful. He thrusts back at me hard then grunts and growls as he comes. I lean down and press my lips against his, slowly riding out the last of my orgasm. He grins at me, his hands everywhere.

  “Wow,” he murmurs. “Just, wow. You’re quite the vixen in bed, aren’t you?”

  I giggle, my cheeks heating up. I’ve been called many things before. Never a vixen, but I have to admit, I quite like it.

  We lay in bed together, just talking, kissing and cuddling before grabbing a shower and getting dressed. I glance at my phone to see if there are any missed calls from Rory, and snort. There are heaps of them. I’m dreading speaking to him, because he always seems to know when I’m lying. He used to tease me about it when we were growing up. He always knew, and he was relentless in hassling me until he got the truth. I’m sure that’s what’s going to happen this time.

  I don’t know how to handle this.

  He’s the whole reason I came over here, and I still haven’t seen him, so I can’t spend the next few days avoiding him. I have to face him eventually.

  “Are you okay?” Ben asks. “Are you nervous about Rory finding out about us?”

  “I think I’ll end up telling him myself,” I mutter.

  “Why would you do that?” he asks, staring at me like I’m crazy.

  “I’m not planning on it,” I retort. “I’m just shite when it comes to lying to him.”

  He chuckles. “See, I’m the opposite. I can handle it.”

  I glower at him. “Yeah, that’s not really something to be proud of.” I glance at my phone. “We should get going. I’ll text Rory and say that I’m on my way home.”

  Ben nods. “We’ll stop by and see my mom on the way, if that’s still okay?”

  I smile. “Sure.” Then I stop and eye him suspiciously. “Hold on. Is this going to be like Grammy all over again?” I ask him.