Sean moved away from her slightly as he answered, “what do ye need? Is something wrong?” He put one arm on the table beside Morgan as he waited.
“Nothing serious, I just need to go over these plans with ye. I might be making a few changes that we should discuss.” Morgan could hear the frustration in Finlay's voice, and she smiled as the idea to cause him even more frustration came to her.
Morgan moved her ass against his still hard dick, and arched her back again to bring his attention back where it belonged. His deep intake of breath told her that he was more than willing to respond.
“I can't mate, I have company at the moment.” He held her hips still because the sensation of feeling her small ass against him was getting too hard to resist.
A long exhale came from the other end of the line, “can ye get here in the morning, then?” Clearly, he was getting more frustrated.
Morgan turned around and looked into his eyes, then she mouthed the words, “fuck me.” Sean's face changed, and his half interest that he had in the call had been completely taken over by primal need.
“Finlay, if ye had any idea what I had in front of me right now, ye wouldn't ask me to do anything. I'll call Roger and have him meet ye tomorrow. Talk to ye later.” Sean ended the call.
Before she could process what had happened, the pleasure of Sean's promise was driving deep inside of her. She put her head back to the table as the heat of pleasure soared through her body and collected between her legs.
Chapter Four
“Who the fook are ye? What are ye doin' in me boy's bed?” Morgan sat up in the bed at the sound of a woman's voice in the room. Sean's bedroom was still dark, but the woman fixed that quickly by pulling open the curtains in a wrath of fury. Morgan finally realized, it was the woman in the photo; Sean's mother, Gael.
Fuck, where's Sean? She looked around the room, hoping he would walk in and save her, but he was not there. “I...uh...hi, I'm Morgan,” the girl pulled the sheet up to her chin, hiding her still-naked body.
“American tae boot! I knew it!” Morgan saw the woman's cheeks go from a light red to near purple shade. “ And I'll be bloody damned if ma boy has an ugly hoor in his bed!”
Ugly whore? Ugly? Morgan nearly laughed out loud, but kept her amusement to herself, because, clearly, Gael was not amused. The little plush sheep in her hand was seconds from exploding into a snowstorm of stuffing as it was being squeezed under a white knuckle grip.
“Well, get oot! Go on with ye!” Morgan was already climbing from the side of the bed as Gael pressured her to move in a pace more suitable for her liking. The plump woman pointed the little sheep toward the door, directing Morgan where to go. I'm going, I'm going! Shit, but where?
As Morgan reached down to pick up a pair of shorts, she saw a white sheet of paper on the nightstand, addressed to her. With a quick glance at the red haired woman, Morgan slid the note from the stand and balled it up into her hand as she pulled her night shorts on. After making sure the coast was clear again, she shoved the note into the waistband of her bottoms and ran to the other side of the room to grab a shirt.
Gael was still yelling things about “American girls” and how her son only deserved to be with the best when Morgan slid a tank top over her head, letting the sheet fall to the floor. Morgan left the room, but Sean's mother was quickly on her tail. Damn, she can move!
“Ye best not come back either, lass!” Gael pointed the sheep at her again.
“Nice meeting you, then. You have...uh...very nice sheep!” Morgan opened the door, ran down the three steps and to the side of the house as fast as she could. “Whoa, crazy lady. That was embarrassing! Oh!” Morgan remembered the note in her shorts and pulled it out.
It was hard to read as the paper shook uncontrollably with her own shivering, but she managed to read it between shaking spells. Morgan, I went out to get us some real food. How's steaks sound? Make yourself at home, I'll be back in a bit. By the way, last night was bloody amazing.
Morgan chuckled, Gael would have had a great day with that information “Nice save,” she congratulated herself. She watched her own breath dance in the cool air and her teeth chattered louder than her thoughts. “Dammit! Really Morgan, shorts? No, you're in Ireland, it's not cold!”
She put her back against the cold siding of the house and slid down to her ass, bringing her knees to her chest and hugging them with her arms. She stayed in that position for more than ten minutes as she waited for Sean to return. Finally, she saw his car pull up and she jumped up to greet him.
“Morgan, what are ye doin out here? Couldn't wait for me ta come inside, could ye?” His smile alone warmed her a bit. She took a deep breath and clenched her jaws, trying to stop the incessant shivering, but it was no use.
“You...y...y....y...your....your mom....is...in..in....in...inside...” she spoke through chattering teeth. Sean's warm expression was quickly replaced with that of remorse. “She..ta...told...ma..ma....me...to....g...g...go”
“Aye, Morgan, I'm so sorry. My ma can be a bit of a pain in the arse, but she means no harm ta ye,” Sean explained, wrapping his arm around the freezing girl. She called me an ugly whore. I don't think that's exactly nice. “Here, you wait in here, I'll turn it on,” Sean opened the door to his blue SUV and Morgan slid into the driver's seat. She was immediately rewarded with a blast of hot air. At that point, it was almost as good as the multiple orgasms he had given her the night before. Almost.
Morgan was finally warm ten minutes later and that was the time she saw the front door crack open. Sean walked out first and gave Morgan a subtle nod and she slid down in the seat out of sight. But, of course, only out of sight for Gael. Morgan watched Sean hold the door open for his mother and she walked out, holding a handful of at least a dozen sheep.
Morgan laughed at she thought of the pasture on his kitchen counter. Maybe he would have room for a bowl there now. Probably not, she decided. Morgan continued watching the red-haired woman until she climbed into the driver's side of her own car. Sean gave her a kiss on her cheek and shut the door, waving as his mother drove away.
As soon as the little white car was out of sight, Morgan opened the car's door and climbed out to greet Sean as he came over and turned the car off. “Well, how'd that go?” Morgan wrapped her arm around his and walked with him to the back of the car to gather the grocery bags.
“Oh, it wasn't so bad. Just got the lecture,” Sean rolled his eyes at his words. Morgan looked at him questioningly, and he continued, “she only wants me to marry an Irish lass. No one else will do, she says. It's a wee bit ridiculous if ye ask me.”
“I see,” Morgan looked down at her feet. “Well, we're not getting married. We're just going to,” Sean cut her off with a deep kiss. He pulled her close, still standing in the front yard, and let the tip of his tongue slid over her bottom lip before pushing it back into her warm mouth. When the kiss was finished, they both just looked at each other with knowing smiles. Yes, they knew what they were going to do all week, and Sean had no problem doing it with a sexy American girl.
They both grabbed a handful of bags and carried them to the house, trying to trip each other at the ankles along the way. Morgan nearly succeeded and Sean stumbled forward, but saved himself. Both of them laughed as they put away the groceries.
“Can you show me around today? I'd love to see the city!” Morgan asked him as he placed the last of the groceries into the refrigerator.
“Aye, I think we can do that.” He walked over to her and picked her up. “Right after I get a shower. With you.” Morgan wrapped her arms around his neck and he carried her to the little bathroom.
Yes, Morgan loved that tub. And her first memory in it would never be forgotten either.
*****
“Oh! This one, I want to go in this one!” Morgan let go of Sean's hand and ran toward the little pub. Sean's sigh of disapproval caught her attention and before she reached the door, she turned back to him, “no
?”
“No, no, no. Not that one,” Sean shook his head as he argued her pub choice. Morgan had told Sean about her teenage dream; to go to Ireland and get a drink in every bar she saw. Sean said 'fook it, let's do it', but her first choice was not one that he wanted to go through with.
“Morgan, that's a tourist trap,” Sean pointed up to the sign, LUCKY'S PUB. Morgan took a step back and took a better look at the place. She didn't understand what he meant. It looked as good as any of the others.
“But I like it,” Morgan crossed her arms and drew her brows together. Pouting usually got what she wanted. She took it further and pushed her bottom lip forward, accenting the rest of her act.
The sign above the bar was bright green and two large four-leaf clovers accented each side of the letters. The windows were tinted black, with green string lights rimming the edges and loud Celtic music escaped through the bottom crack of the door. “Let's go!” Morgan grabbed his hand and pulled him inside before he even knew he was walking.
“Oh, for fook sake, Morgan!” Sean was louder than anticipated, but was drowned out by the music anyhow. As soon as she stepped into the pub, she understood what Sean had meant. The whole place was catered to the Irish stereotype. Clovers everywhere, little leprechaun figurines, multi-colored beads and even green beer.
“Oh,” Morgan whispered, finally understanding his hang up with the place.
“Yeah, babe, real Irishmen don't come in here. This place is owned by an American. Kind of a mockery, but you all,” he pointed at Morgan jokingly, “drink it up.” He gave her a nudge with his elbow and a smile that told her he wasn't mad. In fact, he went up to the bar and ordered her first drink. “Since we're here, I guess,” he handed her a shot glass with an amber liquor, “let's begin.”
They both laughed and threw back the first burning drink. Morgan coughed a couple times as the fluid warmed her throat, but it felt good.
“Next?” Morgan asked him. He nodded and they went back outside.
“I'll pick the next place.” Sean held her tightly against his long body as they walked in front of the stone buildings. Morgan felt good, better than she had felt in days, and she tightened her hold around his waist.
She knew that in another life, Sean would be the last guy that she would choose for herself because he was too carefree. But, knowing that their time was meant for nothing but fun together, he was turning out to be a fantastic companion. Morgan looked up at his handsome face, and knew that he would look right back down at her. He did, and the crooked smiled that reached his eyes made her laugh with sheer contentment. In the dark, his light blue eyes shined with amusement, and his hair looked very light blonde instead of the strawberry touch that could be seen in the sunlight. He had shaved before they went out and she looked forward to seeing him with a blonde growth of a day or two. The thought of adding that kind of temptation to an already gorgeous man made Morgan's inside's much warmer than the alcohol had.
“Ah, here we are.” Sean pulled the wooden door open in front of her, and Morgan walked in. She felt a very large hand rub gently across her ass as she passed him.
She kept walking but turned her head for him to hear her, “do that again, and you'll be finding a nice little alley for us to play in.” Her walking came to an abrupt end when Sean's arm came around her waist from behind.
“Turn around, love.” He directed her back toward the door. When she turned again to look up at him, his face made his intentions clear, he was going to find them an alley.
Morgan giggled, “are you serious?” She kept her voice low, but made sure that he heard her.
Sean gave her a little nudge to the back and helped her through the door, then followed behind her. When they were back outside, Sean walked her body backward until she was against the cold stone building. He bent down and his lips brushed her ear slightly as he spoke, “I want to fook ye every minute that we're together.” His warm tongue slid down her neck, then back up to her ear, “and if ye offer it, Morgan,” his tongue ran along the bottom of her ear, “I'll fookin' take it.” Then he stood back, and put his arm around her before walking again.
Morgan's knees didn't exactly want to support her after that, but she did her best to stay next to him as his long legs directed them around the side of the building next to the one that they had just left. He's going to totally fuck me outside. Out...side.
They didn't speak until they were behind the large brown building. “We'll go between the buildings, there's a fence in the front so we won't be seen.” Morgan wasn't sure if she wanted to go through with it; it was beyond cold, and she still thought someone would catch them.
Sean never saw the reluctance that was plain on her face as he pulled her gently through a large stack of wooden produce crates, and the small opening between the buildings.
When he had her against the wall again, he told her, “I'm going to take off yer pants, then yer wee panties. Then I'm going to turn ye around, and slide myself into ye.” Then he leaned down and brushed his lips across hers. “And I know how fookin good its going to feel, but we have to be quiet, aye?” Morgan nodded, and was still not sure it was what she wanted to do.
Sean moved as close to her as he could, and his eyes locked with hers. Without looking down, he unbuttoned her jeans and pulled down the zipper. As he bent to pull them down, he kept his bright blue eyes fixed where they were. When she was naked to the waist, he did the same with his pants, and then slowly turned her around.
His body was pressed against hers, and he held one hand against the wall near her head. His other hand ran along her bare ass, then between her legs. “Ye want my finger inside of ye, Morgan?” His deep voice caused a surge of desire that ran through her body to the one place that was sure to get attention.
“Yes.” She moved her ass out slightly, but his body held her mostly in place. Sean put one foot against hers and spread her legs further apart. His fingers ran through her moistening folds, then he pushed upward until his finger was buried inside of her. “Ahh..more.” Morgan pushed out harder, but his solid body didn't allow it.
His face was against hers from behind, “more what?” He moved his finger slowly out, then back in.
“Two, I want two fingers.”
“Like this?” He brought another finger inside of her, and pushed hard. When Morgan moaned loudly, he offered a shhhhh against her ear.
“Yeah, god yeah.” She moved as much as she could to take him deeper inside of her.
“Yer so wet, you're ready for me, aye?” Morgan nodded quickly as he removed his fingers from her wet center.
Sean put his arm around her below the waist, and pulled her ass higher, bringing Morgan almost off of the ground. Then he leaned in as he put his hard cock against her opening. “I'm going to be inside of ye, Morgan. Be quiet, love.” She nodded again, and bit her lip hard as he entered her.
Sean's long arm continued to hold her above her thighs, and he thrust inside of her quickly. His warmth inside of her sent white hot pulses of heat throughout her body, and her sleek walls grabbed his thrusting dick with his every move. She knew that he would try to come quickly, and she wanted nothing more than to feel him release inside of her. Oh, he would owe her later, and she planned to collect, but right then it felt amazing to be fucked in an alley by the gorgeous Sean.
His thrusts quickened, and he filled her completely each time he pushed inside of her. She could hear his breathing, and knew that he was getting close. “Come for me, Sean. I want to feel it.” She spread her arms in front of her on the wall, and put her hand over his that was still near her head.
She no sooner spoke the words, and he pushed one last time inside of her and held still as his large cock jerked with the release of his hot liquid. Her body moved on its own as her ass rolled in small circles to milk every bit of what he was offering.
He was still breathing hard when he moved his sensitive part out of her body. With a whisper against her cheek, he said, “thank ye,
Morgan.”
She smiled as she turned around to face him, “it's me that will be thanking you later when I feel that tongue all over my body.” He laughed and told her that they could leave right then to take care of her.
She answered him as they put their clothes back on, “no, I want to get shit faced with you, then I'll have the legendary tongue of Sean.” The pair laughed quietly as they made their way back to the front of the buildings.
For the second time that night, they entered the pub but managed to get to the bar. They enjoyed another shot of something that Morgan couldn’t pronounce and left right away. That was also the scene that played out in seven more pubs that night.
“It's not fair! You drank like three to my one!” A very drunk Morgan was trying to convince a very drunk Sean that they needed to continue their pub game.
“It's going to rain, love, let's get back and talk about what my tongue needs te do.” They staggered through the street and broke into hysterics as the skies opened up and drenched the duo where they stood. Luckily, a taxi was within running distance and they flagged him down.
“We could have walked, you're only like a mile from here, right?” Morgan put her body against his, loving the warmth coming through his wet tee.
“Ye'll not walk in this.” His tone was meant to be chivalrous, but he sounded more like a drunk man who wanted to get his woman home as quickly as possible.
As the taxi pulled up in front of his house, Sean paid the driver then grabbed Morgan's hand as they ran for the porch. Once there, Sean fumbled in his jeans for his keys. “One moment, I'll have us inside.” His slurred words made a shivering and drenched Morgan laugh even more.
“Do ye need some help, then?” They both stopped laughing when they heard someone's voice. When Morgan turned her head in the direction of the dark corner of Sean's porch, what walked into the light of the single bulb over the door literally took her breath away.
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