Irish Affair

by Heartley, Amanda

  She narrows her eyes, looking at me suspiciously, and I laugh and shake my head. “Not for that.” I pause. “Well, maybe that later, but I just thought we could hang out and relax. A fancy meal was very nice, but I think you’d prefer something casual?”

  “Thanks for understanding,” she says, smiling. “I’d like that.”

  * * *

  We head back to my place, which is only a short drive from the restaurant. Once we’re inside, she walks around examining my things. I pour us a glass of wine each, watching her with amusement as she noses around.

  “Would you like to choose a film to watch?” I ask, nodding at my impressive Blu-Ray collection next to the TV.

  “Okay,” she says, walking over to it, and she spends a minute going through my library, before pulling out the one chick-flick I own. I groan as she smiles and holds it up, her eyes dancing.

  “Are you kidding me?” she says, laughing. “Dirty Dancing? Seriously, how is that even in there?” she giggles. “I mean, among Devil’s Ride, One and Two, and Streetfighter, Six and Seven. It seems a little out of place,” she says.

  “It was my mum’s idea of a joke,” I answer, embarrassed that I even need to explain it. “I need to be more sensitive, apparently. That, and the fact that she thought it might help me get a girlfriend.”

  “Well, if Patrick Swayze can’t help you, then you have no hope,” she teases as she puts it back in the rack. I walk over to her with our wine, and we sit on the couch. We kiss and toast our renewed friendship.

  “So, no girls in the picture then?” she asks, softly, raising one eyebrow.

  “There’s been a few, but never anything serious. I guess I haven’t met the right girl, yet,” I say, honestly. I can’t take my eyes off her when I say that, because I have a strong feeling inside that maybe that’s all changing. I hope I’m right.

  She smiles and glances down coyly. I feel like I’ve known her all my life, and I have, just not like this. The only problem is, I have this nagging doubt that she’s not being totally honest with me. Like, she’s holding back on something. I know we’ve only been re-acquainted for like, a day, so I can’t expect her to trust me enough to tell me everything about her life. I’m not sure what it is, but knowing my luck, it’ll be something big, and probably a deal breaker.

  But I guess I’ll deal with that whenever it comes.

  * * *

  We hang out for the next few hours, watching a couple of films, and catching up on where our lives have taken us since our school days. I admire her for leaving home and finding her way in a new country, but there’s not that much to tell from my side. I’ve never traveled overseas like she has, unless I can count going to a friend’s wedding in Wales last year. I don’t think the Irish Sea qualifies so, probably not. I went straight into the Garda as a trainee after I left school, and I’ve been there ever since. I kind of fell into it after my uncle suggested I give it a try, and I liked it. It’s an immensely satisfying job to help the community.

  The room goes quiet for a second and she rests her head on my shoulder. I turn and kiss her on the forehead without even thinking about it, and she looks up at me and smiles. My heart races as I lean down to her lips and kiss her. She sighs as I wrap an arm around her, pulling her closer to me. She might be loud and feisty to the outside world, but holding her like this, she’s just a warm, loving, beautiful woman to me.

  She moves her leg over mine and sits on my knees, straddling my thighs and wrapping her arms around my neck. I look up at her, my hands stroking her body, and we share a deep kiss, our tongues intertwining and driving me wild. She moans into my mouth as I gently bite her lower lip. I grab the hem of her dress and ease it up over her body, lifting it over her head.

  She gazes down at me, her eyes sparkling while my hands reach around behind her back to unclasp her bra. She cocks her head to one side and smiles when she realizes what I’m doing.

  “We’re not going to go through all that again, are we?” she asks, raising one eyebrow. “Only, I don’t think I can take the suspense a second time,” she adds, giggling.

  “Huh? Oh, right,” I say, and chuckle when the penny finally drops. By then, she’s already undone her bra, and slipped it from her shoulders. Tossing it aside, her stiff nipples are now pointing right at me. They look fucking amazing.

  “You want to be careful with those, sweetheart,” I joke. “You could put someone’s eye out,” and she giggles again. I love hearing her laughing and happy. I’ll make her feel good tonight so she can forget whatever it is that’s troubling her until later.

  Her hair cascades down over her round, firm breasts, and I gently sweep it all over her shoulders. I cup them with both hands, kissing and sucking them until my tongue curls around one of her nipples. She moans, raking her hands through my hair, and gently rocking herself against me. She excites me like no other woman has, and I never want her to stop.

  “Shall we take this somewhere more comfortable?” I ask as I ease her off me and stand in front of her. She doesn’t need to speak. Her hooded eyes tell me all I need to know. I grab her arse with both hands, lifting her up, then she wraps her legs around my waist.

  “Oh, Conor. You’re so strong,” she coos.

  “I work out,” I say, “but you can’t weigh more than a hundred pounds wet, anyway.”

  “I wish!” she says, “and I am wet. You’ve made me wet. Now, are we going to your room, or are you just going to stand there holding me all night?” she adds, wiggling her eyebrows.

  Fuck! She’s so damn sexy. Hearing her say that is such an amazing turn on, and my head is swimming with desire. I growl at her, and she laughs as I bury my face in her neck, kissing and nipping her soft skin as I carry her down to my room. Silently, I’m thanking the heavens I had the foresight to tidy up a little bit. I live alone, and I admit, I’m not the tidiest of people. It’s still messy, but at least it doesn’t look like I’ve been burgled, like it did before. She releases her grip on me with her legs and I lower her down to stand on the floor in front of me.

  She bites her lower lip as her hands move down my back, grasping the hem of my t-shirt and dragging it over my head. She unbuckles my pants and lowers my zip. She watches me with anticipation as I shuffle off my shoes and the rest of my clothes. Her eyes widen when she sees my cock standing stiff in front of her.

  She teases me as she slowly wiggles herself out of her panties, launching them into the air when they reach her feet. I turn and watch their trajectory, my jaw dropping and my eyes wide when they get caught on the door handle. They spin around once before coming to rest there, hanging by their waistband. I turn my head back slowly from the door in disbelief to see her beaming smile, and I burst out laughing.

  “You just had to go one better, didn’t you?” I say, chuckling and shaking my head.

  “I am woman,” she says, proudly, standing a little straighter, her gorgeous breasts even more prominent as she does so. “Anything you can do...just remember that, and we’ll get along just grand.”

  “You are fucking amazing. You know that?” I reply while I reach into my night stand for a condom and roll it onto my length.

  “You’re not so bad yourself, Conor Murphy,” she coos as she lies on the bed, spreading her legs and fingering her slick pussy. “Now, come here and make love to me,” she whispers, sliding her fingers into her mouth and sucking them.

  Holy shite! The sight of her, laying in front of me, wanting me, makes my cock throb even stronger. I can see she’s wet—her pussy lips glistening in the light. When I lay on top of her, my excitement goes off the scale when her fingers grip my cock and guide it to her entrance. We kiss, and she moans into my mouth as I slide into her warm wetness. She wraps her legs around me, her ankles on my thighs, nudging me deeper. She locks her arms around my neck, bucking against me to meet my thrusts. She’s heaven like I’ve never known before. In every way.

  She pants, her head rolling from side to side and her hard nipples graze against my chest. Sudde
nly, she tenses, moaning and bucking her hips against me as her orgasm reaches its peak. Watching her face as she comes drives me over the edge. There’s no holding back. Her ankles dig harder into my thighs, spurring me on to my own climax. She grabs my arse with both hands, her fingernails scraping my flesh, as her pussy spasms and clenches around me.

  I let out a loud grunt, my body jerking uncontrollably as I come hard inside her. I grasp her hips, pulling her to me as I bury my throbbing cock balls deep inside her. We kiss softly, grinding against each other as she milks out every drop of my orgasm. I feel weak, but totally euphoric.

  “God, you were amazing,” I eventually pant out, loving the feel of my cock still inside her warmth.

  “Of course I was,” she replies with a smug smile. “I am woman, remember?”

  I laugh, and without even thinking I blurt out, “I fucking love you, Kayla.” Shite. Too late. Why the hell did I ruin the moment by saying that?

  There’s an awkward silence while she looks intently into my eyes for a few seconds, then says, “Ah, get away with you. I didn’t come down in the last shower of rain, you know? We both had a good time, but don’t feel you have to promise undying love for me, Officer Murphy. I’m a big girl now.”

  I’m so embarrassed at the situation I’ve put us in, and I feel my face heating up. I’m just hoping to God I haven’t ruined everything with her, and I try to make light of the conversation.

  “That, you are,” I reply. Again, without thinking and immediately realize that was not the right thing to say.

  “What do you mean?” she says with a fake pout, slapping my arm. “I try to eat well. I exercise. So, I’m carrying a few extra pounds—”

  “That’s not what I meant, and you know it,” I interrupt. “You are perfect, with or without extra pounds. I was referring to my memory of you as a little girl, and now you’ve grown into a beautiful woman.”

  “Aww, that’s so sweet, thank you,” she says, smiling at me. “And you’ve grown up to be a very big boy,” she adds, squeezing her pelvic muscles and kissing me softly on the lips. “I can’t believe it’s the same winky I saw when you peed on our lawn when you were five.”

  “You still remember that?” I ask, embarrassed at my shady past.

  “Of course, I do. It really freaked me out at the time seeing that…that…thing sticking out of you. Having no brothers to compare against, I thought there was something wrong with me for the longest time,” she says. We both laugh hard and her pussy vibrates, sending wonderful sensations along my length. “And, God forbid my parents would ever have the ‘birds and bees’ talk with us. All my mum said to me about it was to keep my knees together until I was married,” she adds, giggling again.

  “Oh, yeah? And how’s that working out for ya?” I say, thrusting against her once more. She stops laughing, scowls, and narrows her eyes at me. I brace myself for the onslaught.

  “What? Get off me, you fucking eejit,” she snaps, but I can see she’s joking as she pushes against my shoulders. “You’ve had your wicked way with me. Now, go and get yourself cleaned up.”

  “Okay, okay. Calm down,” I say. It feels so good lying with her, but I obey. I slowly slide my cock out of her, crawl off the bed, and head toward the bathroom. Just as I’m about to close the door, I hear her mutter, “Arse.” I chuckle to myself. I’m liking her more and more with every minute we spend together.

  When I get back on the bed, she rolls over and presses her breasts against me. I love the feel of her warm body against mine, and I wrap my arms around her like I never want to let her go. She breathes heavily as I stroke her back, then she tilts her head, her lips searching for mine.

  We kiss, then she snuggles against my chest. I lay still, thinking about just how amazing it felt making love with her. It doesn’t take long for her to fall asleep. For the longest time, I just listen to her breathing, thinking about the unlikely coincidence of how we met up again after all these years. What are the odds of that?

  Surely, it must be fate.

  Chapter Six

  Kayla

  “Jesus, Kales, why are you so nervous?”

  I glance at Lisa, sitting on the edge of the couch, watching me pace up and down. She laughs and shakes her head, then motions for me to sit down next to her. I do, and she wraps her arms around my neck and kisses me.

  “He must be really special,” she teases. “But calm the hell down. I don’t think I’ve ever seen you this worked up over a man.”

  “I’m just nervous about you two embarrassing me,” I grumble.

  “Well, that’s what happens when you get home from a date at ten in the morning,” Mum retorts, and I frown at her. She’s obviously still mad at me about our last conversation when I stayed out. “You deserve to be embarrassed by us.” Her face softens. “But, you do seem happy, Kayla. Even if you have only known this guy for a few days.”

  “Actually, I’ve known him a lot longer than that,” I say, suppressing a smile.

  “What do you mean?” Mum asks, frowning.

  “Do you remember how you used to look after Conor Murphy after school sometimes? The boy whose mum worked long hours? He used to live on the corner,” I say, trying to jog her memory.

  “Of course. Sweet boy. He moved to London with his Dad as I recall…” Her eyes widen when she realizes what I’m trying to say. “Conor is who you’ve been spending all your time with?” she gasps. “Why wouldn’t you tell me that?”

  “Because you’d want to have met him earlier,” I say, frowning.

  “Earlier than what?” Lisa retorts with a giggle. “Yesterday, when you met the guy?”

  I scowl at her, hating that she’s right.

  “He’s just a really nice guy. I like him a lot,” I say. I glance back at them both. “Please don’t embarrass me, okay?” I look from Mum to Lisa, who are both doing their best to look innocent. “Don’t ask questions or say anything that is likely to make me cringe. Promise?”

  “We’d never do that,” Lisa assures me, but the gleam in her eyes tells me I should be worried.

  “Oh God,” I mutter, feeling sick.

  My panic quadruples when I glance out of the window and see Conor’s car pulling into the driveway.

  “Oh God, he’s here,” I whisper. I turn around to see Lisa bouncing from one foot to the other. I roll my eyes, because you’d think that she was nine instead of nineteen.

  He knocks on the door. I walk over there with Mum and Lisa at my heels. I turn around and glare at them until they slink back into the living room, then I take a deep breath and open the door.

  Conor smiles at me and I smile back, my heart racing when I see him standing there. He looks so good in a pair of jeans and a casual black top. The black leather jacket he’s wearing just finishes off his cool, but confident persona.

  “Hey,” I say smiling at him. “So, my mother and sister want to meet you, if that’s okay?”

  He chuckles. “Sure.”

  I take his hand and lead him inside.

  “Mum, Lisa. This is Conor.”

  I stand back and wait for the onslaught of questions to begin. Mum looks at Conor, a dreamy look in her eyes while Lisa just looks awestruck, probably stunned by how cute he is.

  Poor Conor just stands there, looking bewildered as Mum lunges forward and hugs him. Lisa glances at me and mouths ‘he’s so cute’. I flush and glance at Conor, hoping he didn’t see her. Thank God he didn’t, mainly because my mother still has him locked in a bear hug. She finally pulls away and smiles at him.

  “Conor, how have you been? I’m still in shock that you two ran into each other. What are the odds?” she says with a laugh.

  “I know,” he grins. He glances at me, his eyes twinkling. “Did Kayla tell you the whole story?” he asks. I glare at him, that feeling of nausea increasing. Mum raises her eyebrows and glances at me.

  “No, she didn’t,” she says.

  “But you totally have to tell us now,” Lisa chimes in.

  “Well,
I was on duty—”

  “Duty?” Mum interrupts.

  “Right. I’m a police officer in the Garda,” he explains. Mum’s smile widens. “So, there I was, downstairs in the hotel, when Kayla comes at me out of nowhere and drags me up to her room.”

  “They really don’t need to hear this,” I say, desperately.

  “Oh, we kinda do,” Lisa giggles. “Go on,” she adds, turning back to Conor.

  “Right, so I quickly figure out that she thinks I’m the stripper she’s hired.” I flush as Lisa laughs. Even Mum has a smile on her face. “So then, she takes my cuffs, locks us together and then throws the key down the elevator shaft.”

  “Kayla! You didn’t!” Mum gasps, through fits of laughter. I flush bright red and bury my face in my hands, but I laugh with them as I think back to that night, and what a stroppy bitch I’d been.

  “Anyway, I tell her the other key is back at the station and it finally dawns on her that I’m a real policeman.” He shakes his head. “You should have seen the look on her face,” he adds with a chuckle.

  “Yes, well. Very amusing, and if you’re quite done, we’d better get going…sweetheart,” I say through gritted teeth and raising an eyebrow.

  “Okay,” he grins at me and I make a face back for him to hurry up and get me out of here before I die of embarrassment. “It was lovely meeting you both,” he says to Mum and Lisa. “But then again, I guess we’ve already met, huh?” he adds, smiling at Mum.

  “Yes, though you look a little different to the little boy I remember peeing in the garden and running naked around Kayla’s paddling pool,” Mum says, laughing. “Nice seeing you again, Conor. Say hi to your mother for me.”

  “Will do, Mrs. Devlin, and thanks for reminding me about that skeleton in my closet,” he says. “I guess it’s my turn to be embarrassed now. Kayla, shall we?”

  We get out to the car and I breathe out, my heart racing. That was torture. Conor looks over at me and chuckles. I glare at him, but he’s not too concerned.