Irish Kisses Boxed Set

by JoAnne Kenrick

  “I’m going to give you guys a minute alone to get acquainted.” Her husband strode to the en-suite bathroom and shut the door behind him, leaving her alone with this…man.

  It wasn’t going to be an easy thing to choreograph, keeping two men happy. She’d have to be very careful about how she proceeded with this interaction. If she seemed too eager with the new guy, Todd might blow a fuse and get jealous. Act too reserved, the new guy might get bored and decide to leave. It would be a fine balancing act.

  Could she do that?

  Chapter Six

  Todd took her hand so she could step into the jet bath without slipping. Crap. This other guy was burly which made him second guess his plan for a ménage á trois with a stranger. Surely he was more of a man than Cade could ever be. Crap. Elizabeth slid to his right then sat. Bubbles everywhere. He wouldn’t be able to see where anyone’s hands were. Crap. Crap.

  The door swung open.

  Talk of the devil. Dude thinks he’s Jesse James, the fastest cowboy in town.

  The American set his Stetson on a chaise lounge located near a window overlooking the London Eye and stepped into the water, his well-endowed package right in Todd’s face. Not what he hoped for—a man built like He-Man with a penis twice the size of his. Okay, so maybe he exaggerated due to an inferiority complex.

  He’d never seen his wife more excited than she had been since meeting their date for the night. Not since they’d tied the knot anyway. That made him both happy and filled him with doubts about her love for him.

  He glanced at her, beautiful, with shiny chocolate-colored hair, perfect luminous skin, and eyes the shade of the bluest of oceans. Happiness radiated from her smile lines down to her fidgeting feet. Yes, she was rapturous. Should that worry him? Had he made the biggest mistake of their five year marriage by arranging for another man to fuck her? Oh shit!

  “So you don’t think I’m some man whore, I contacted 1Night Stand at the insistence of my scheming sisters who decided I needed to get intimate with a married couple. I figured what the hey, no way in hell a couple would request a one-night stand. Odds were against it happening all the more because of my schedule over the next few months. But then your husband here decided to give you a birthday present you’d never forget. This brings us to our date.”

  “Ya sisters thought ya should hook up with a married couple? Why? Are ya from one of those weird redneck-keep-it-in-the-family type groups?” She raised an eyebrow.

  “Ha! No. They seem to think I’ve got commitment issues. I kept refusing to go on the blind dates they set up, so they decided I needed to see what being married was like on an intimate level. They said I’d never understand unless I witnessed it for myself.”

  Seeming more at ease, she leaned back, wrapping one of Todd’s arms around her shoulders. “And how’s that working out for ya so far?”

  “I guess we should get intimate first, for me to have any kind of answer for that. Why don’t we move this to the bedroom?”

  “I’m comfortable here.” She gathered bubbles in her hands, blew them into the air, then giggled.

  “I’m thinking it’s time to knock this evening up a notch. I’ll need to wear a condom, don’t you think? This tub, as nice as it is, doesn’t work for me.”

  Todd gulped. All he could do now was trust his wife. Trust his instincts. She leaned toward him and whispered, “I only want ya inside me, I’ve decided. As much as this is a lot of fun, I don’t like the idea of having sex with someone I don’t love.” Relief raced through him. The date’s purpose had been served. Their love for one another had been reaffirmed, their commitment assured. But…he should encourage her to play a little. After all, this was his idea to bring them closer together.

  Chapter Seven

  Cade had been horny as hell since he’d seen the couple fuck in the sauna.

  He’d give anything to have permission to sink deep inside her, but it appeared that wasn’t going to happen. How the hell could he get anything from this evening, if he could do nothing more than watch? No hands Cade. He should have agreed to his sisters’ blind dates, no matter how awful they were, because at least there was a promise of sex at the end of them. Ah, who was he kidding? Sleeping with someone without a connection sucked anyway. That’s why this match had been arranged, so he could see what having intimacy really meant. Guess he had to suck it up and deal. He had a strong grasp should he need to see to himself; a small mercy.

  “Am I supposed to simply watch, then?”

  “He’s right, Beth. He deserves to play. Surely there’s something you want to do for him? For yourself?” Cade had to admire the husband, Todd. How many guys would gift their wife another man for her birthday?

  She turned and pressed into him, her breasts flattening against his firm chest. His hard-on jutted between her thighs, but she didn’t push back as he expected. Instead, she leaned farther in then planted her mouth on his to explore him with her tongue. He didn’t think. Couldn’t. All he knew was he wanted to feel her warm flesh wrapped around his shaft. Fast. So he lifted her then pivoted to throw her across the huge bed. This woman, in all her milky-white nakedness, was a pure temptress. She batted her eyelashes at him and parted her legs.

  “You are quite spectacular,” he crooned. “And if I can’t be inside you, is there something else I could do for you?”

  Todd nodded, came up beside him, and pushed him next to the Irish beauty.

  “Put a condom on,” Todd ordered.

  “Why? If I’m not allowed to fuck your wife?” He shrugged.

  “Down, big boy. If my wife doesn’t want you inside her pussy, well, we have to honor her wishes. But I’m sure she’d be delighted to pleasure you in another way.” This man he’d just met grabbed hold of his penis and rolled a latex sheath down his length. The strong grasp and expert manor which he used to put it on made Cade throw back his head in pleasure. If he’d closed his eyelids, pretended those weren’t masculine hands fondling his tool, he might have almost enjoyed the experience.

  “Beth, my darling, will you share your wonderful mouth with this man while I make love to you?”

  Smiling a little, she urged him forward. He waited for further invitation. He didn’t want to sink between her lips if he wasn’t one hundred percent sure she wanted him to. He didn’t have to wait long, for she pursed her mouth and slid her sweet, warm lips over his swollen head—a flick of her tongue, a delicate nibble on his length—before she sucked his hard-on. His knees buckling under him, he leaned over the pair like they were playing a game of twister. Todd placed a hand on his bottom, and edged him closer to Elizabeth’s mouth, reminding him how privileged he should feel to be sharing these moments with this married couple.

  Todd grunted, clenching his hand around his ass, slowing his thrusting tempo. Must be her preference; her billowy lips tightened around him. He wasn’t sure how much longer he’d last. No woman had ever taken him in so deep before, or this tight.

  “I’m coming.” The other man grunted, sharing his need to let go. Her lips quivered around his length, showing him she sat on the edge of sexual bliss, too. Her husband drove into her one last time, his cries painful yet strangely erotic to hear. Elizabeth was yet to come, but he crawled off her unquenched body.

  “Anything I can do to help?” he asked, hoping her search for release would loosen her inhibitions a little.

  She glanced to Todd then shook her head.

  “I’m told I’m quite talented with my digits.” Cade reached down to her labia and rubbed in slow circles. “If it’s okay with you, Todd?”

  “It’s fine with me, but it’s Elizabeth you should seek permission from.”

  Writhing under his touch, grabbing at his back, she pleaded, “Cade, please make me come.”

  He didn’t waste time, didn’t hesitate to gauge how the husband might feel anymore. After all, it was he who had arranged the whole thing. He prayed he could hold back his orgasm long enough to pleasure her.

  He rolled her onto he
r side and lay in the opposite direction so they were head to toe then brushed the dip of her waist. “Hmmm, nothing I want more at this moment in time.”

  “Kiss me?” She had her head bent to the side.

  Todd crept to the other side of the bed so he stood at the crown of her head, knelt, and planted his lips over hers. Cade knew she had asked her husband to kiss her, not him…but with her dark curls and swollen mound in his face, he couldn’t resist echoing the act. While her husband distracted her with his passion, he eased his tongue deep into her. She was so warm, so slippery.

  Slow, steady, he penetrated the willing woman with two fingers while her husband drowned her in kisses. Teasing the pink lips of her entrance with his thumbs, caressing her slick flesh with sweet suckles and nips, drove him closer to his own orgasm. Pulsating thick with need, he prayed she would wrap her mouth around his hard-on to pleasure him until he came in her warmth. Writhing, he grunted and reached for his shaft. She knocked his hand away, making all his wishes come true in one swift movement. Sliding his tongue down the length of her slit, he rubbed at her clit, braced for his impending orgasm.

  She quivered, her breath rapid, then she screamed. Clutching him, her nails digging into his back, she cried out his name. Her muscles clasped his fingers, fluttering all around them. That did it, he let go and released his explosion of ecstasy into her warm mouth, allowing euphoria to take hold of him and send him to threesome nirvana where he hoped she’d gone, too.

  Chapter Eight

  Todd snuggled behind his beauty, spooning her as she slept. Sounds of the American showering kept him from nodding off into a soft slumber.

  A phone rang. He jolted up and scanned the room for the culprit. A mobile—must be the man’s—shimmied on the bedside table next to Elizabeth.

  “Get that for me, would you? Probably Mandy,” Cade bellowed.

  She stirred, reached for the phone, and put it on speaker mode. “Hello?”

  “Erm, hello. Who is this?”

  “This is Elizabeth. Who is this?”

  “I think I dialed the wrong number, I was looking for—”

  “Cade? Yes, he’s in the shower. Can I get him a message?”

  “He…he…he’s naked?”

  “Yes, how else would one take a shower? Who shall I say called?”

  “It’s Mandy…erm, I mean Amanda, his secretary, checking in to see if he’d planned any more pub visits before heading home.”

  “Pub visits?”

  “For the franchise? Never mind. Tell him I called and have him call me back if he needs anything.”

  The American exited the bathroom, wearing a towel wrapped around his waist.

  Todd rose, poured himself a cup of coffee, and threw out idle chit-chat to reaffirm the sense of comfort they’d achieved after last night’s activities. “Hey, man…your secretary called and mentioned something about pubs. Gotta ask, what business are you in London for? Need a solicitor?”

  “Trying to set up an Irish pub or British restaurant type franchise in New York. I may need someone savvy with the British law if I find something worthy of a deal.”

  “My office isn’t far from here, and you’re welcome to stop by whenever you like.”

  “Why, thank you.”

  His cowboy-esque accent puzzled Todd. In his experience, New Yorkers sounded more like, well, New Yorkers rather than cowboys. “You don’t sound like a New Yorker…you don’t dress like one either.”

  “Nope. I’m Dallas born ’n bred. Moved out to the Big Apple a few years back to make my millions.”

  “How’s that going for you?”

  “Not so good. Could be better, if I found something investment worthy.”

  “I might have something for ya…I’m a—” Todd couldn’t let Elizabeth get into work mode. He’d never tear her away from it. So he cut her off.

  “No time for chit-chat. Remember, I promised a day of shopping for the birthday girl. Chop, chop.”

  “Okay, okay… I’m getting ready.” She dove for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

  Cade grinned. “Mind if I join you? I could use the company and maybe I’ll find something for Mandy.”

  “You often buy presents for your secretary?”

  “I promised I’d get her a trinket or something. She’ll give me hell if I forget.”

  “Ah, Mandy. Yes. That was her while you were in the shower.”

  “I’m sorry, she’s rather persistent. Won’t be the last time she calls this hour.”

  Elizabeth shimmied out the bathroom wearing a sweater and jeans, her wet hair tied in a ponytail. “So, how does this work? We shake hands and thank each other for a wonderful date?”

  “Erm, no…honey, he’s coming shopping with us. I hope that’s all right.”

  “Two men to complain I’m taking too long? Awesome!” She rolled her eyes and tsked.

  “Why not think of it as two men with credit cards.” Cade chuckled.

  “Now, that I can deal with.”

  ***

  The couple had insisted they pay a visit to Harrods so he could get something fancy for Mandy, but nothing seemed quite right for her. Afterward, they’d headed for coffee, which had been divine. Nothing like any he’d ever had in the States. Smooth, yet strong. He savored every mouthful while eating a sausage roll then a cheese and onion pasty. He thought his stomach might burst when he’d finished, but no rest for the wicked. Todd had a scheme up his sleeve, it seemed, and he needed Elizabeth to pick out a new outfit. She’d seen nothing she liked in the last twenty stores. Panache was the last store he thought he could hang on for. So long as there was a seating area, he might make it through another one. He sank into a chair and took in the byplay between the couple.

  “You can have anything you like, Beth. It is your birthday so I want you to splurge…new shoes, undies…the whole shebang.”

  “What about this?” She twirled, making the full skirt of a green velvet dress flare out around her. “And the matching shawl. Oh, they’d be perfect. Shame I’d never have any reason ta wear such posh clothes.”

  “As if you need a reason. If this is what my Beth wants, this is what she gets. Anything else?”

  “I don’t really want them, honey. Like I said, I’d never have a reason ta wear such an outfit.”

  Regardless of her insistence, Todd instructed the sales girl to ring the dress up. He threw in a green corset and matching panties.

  The assistant added a pair of sheer, lace-topped stockings and a stunning green flowered Swarovski crystal hair clip.

  When his wife came out of the dressing room, the green gown over her arm, her eyes near popped out her head when she saw her husband standing with several Panache bags.

  “I told ya not ta buy them, silly.”

  “Because you’d have nowhere to wear them, right? Wrong! Now you get back in there and get your glad rags on.”

  She leapt into his arms and kissed him all over his face before grabbing his purchases. Waltzing into the changing area, she thanked him a dozen or so times over.

  Cade glanced away, the scene somehow a little too intimate. Forget being naked and making love. They looked at each other with such love and respect. He wanted what they had. Wait. He had that. Mandy used the same expression when she looked at him. She went beyond the call of secretary duty, and was always there for him. He missed her when she wasn’t around, and longed for the next moment he’d see her beautiful eyes and warm smile. How could he have not realized she meant this much to him? I really do love her. How had he not noticed it before? Burdened with that knowledge, he parted with cash for a similar hair clip to the one Todd bought for Elizabeth, and asked the cashier to find a matching earring and necklace set. Delicate butterflies. They couldn’t be more perfect. He grinned, thinking of Mandy’s fetish for the winged creatures and how pleased she’d be. Perhaps she’d even reward him with a lingering kiss as a thank you.

  “And now, Cade,” he leaned in and whispered, “I’d like to invite you
to Bell’s Irish Pub for a drink. I’ve arranged a surprise party for Beth and—”

  “I’d love to.”

  Chapter Nine

  Elizabeth exited the limousine in her fancy new dress and swung her hips, shimmying to the pavement. She had two gorgeous men to escort her into Bell’s, and she wore a Panache creation. Yup. Life was good. Yet another surprise awaited her inside the pub. She didn’t wonder too much about what that may be, because the obvious answer would be a birthday party. Besides, Sandra had already spilled those beans days before. She never was good at keeping secrets.

  “Sandra is going to die when she sees who’s coming for dinner.” Elizabeth linked arms with the men to either side of her. A crowd began to gather around them, whispering, abuzz with excitement. The people on the street asked each other if she and her hunky male companions were famous actors or something, because they’d heard a soap star drank at the pub. Pinning her shoulders back, she cooed, “So this is what being famous feels like? I could get used ta this.”

  Cade gazed into the windows of the pub and gasped. “Is Bell’s the next stop on today’s birthday celebrations? Pfft, the proprietor of this place was a real dick, wouldn’t listen to a thing I had to say. All he kept going on about was his fucking wedding and where he should have it.”

  “But ya enjoyed the cocktails, right?” She pivoted, pointing her finger at him.

  “Heck yes, I did. How did you know?”

  “A little birdy told me. So ya were here at Bell’s for this franchise thing over in New York?”