Shamrock Kisses

by M. K. Moore

As I approach, I have to stop dead in my tracks. The new doctor in town, Cole Howell, is leaned in close talking to her. Her palm brushes his arm while she forces out a laugh at whatever he is saying to her, but she looks uncomfortable. I see red. I’ve gone almost full Hulk.

  My Irish temper is also no joke. At least we get it honest. Reaching the table, I pull Suzy from his grasp.

  “Ryry you’re back. It took you fooor evver! Can we go now? I wanna get you naked.” She apparently over exaggerates when she drinks. It’s motherfucking adorable.

  She giggles and practically flings herself at me. Rubbing her plump little body against mine. There is no way I can hide the fact that I am hard as a fucking hammer. Her eyes go big and her mouth pops open into an O.

  “Of course, Anamchara. Sorry it took so long.” I say grimacing.

  “Is that for me?” She asks as I grab her hand before she palms my cock.

  “Come on Suzy, let’s go.”

  “The lady wants to stay.” Cole chimes in. Suzy starts laughing.

  “Yeah, I don’t think so.” I say.

  “Bye Colt. He’s a douche.” Suzy says, whispering that last part dramatically.

  “That’s Cole…” He starts to say.

  “Whatever.” I say.

  I can’t help but laugh. This guy thinks his shit doesn’t stink, but he is most definitely a douche of the highest caliber.

  As we head out, I make a beeline toward the bar.

  “Eddie, I’m taking your sister home. Just lock the door at two. I’ll close the till in the morning.” When he pops an eyebrow, I continue. “There is no way she can drive.”

  “I can take her after we close.” He says.

  “You know, I got this, Eddie.” I say smoothing a hand over my jaw. When he says nothing, Suzy speaks up.

  “Stop it Eddie. We’ll be fine.”

  He just laughs. “Sounds good, Boss.” He looks at his watch and cups his hands over his mouth before shouting, “Last call.”

  We leave the bar and when she stops a few feet behind me, I turn to see her sitting on the ground.

  “Jesus, Anamchara. Did you fall?”

  She giggles and sighs.

  “No Ryry. My feet are fucking killing me, and I can’t figure out how to get my shoes off.”

  I take the few steps toward her and kneel in front of her. Taking her ankle in my hand, I flip the clasp open and rub her pretty little foot in my hand. I do this to the other foot as well and help her off the ground.

  When we get to her place, I help her into her room. When she immediately starts stripping, I have to turn. I know that if I watch the show, it will be all over.

  She laughs at me. “I’m done.” When I turn around she just has on a Nirvana t-shirt and a pair of panties. Jesus, she is trying to kill me.

  “Are you ok? I’ll just let myself out.”

  “I thought you were staying?” She asks as she throws herself on her bed. I bite my cheek hard to stop from groaning out as I watch her amazing tits sway as she bounces once.

  “Do you need me to stay?” I ask.

  “I want you to stay.” She says as she pats the bed next to her.

  I should go. She is way too drunk, and I have next to no resolve.

  I can’t bring myself to go though. So, I just lay next to her, after taking off my shirt. It smells like beer and that does not invoke sleep.

  “I’ll stay.”

  “Yeah? That would be so nice.” She takes her hot pink nails and runs them down my arm that is closest to her.

  “You should go to sleep, Anamchara.”

  “I would, but I have so much energy.”

  “It’s two fifteen in the morning. I am exhausted.” I say. She really needs to stop touching me.

  “Do your tattoos have meanings?”

  “Of course. I wouldn’t put anything on my body that didn’t mean something to me.”

  “What does this knot thing mean?” She asks running her soft fingertips over my most recent one. It is right over my heart. Her name is written in some crazy ass cursive font Brooklynne, my badass tattoo artist invented. I got it four days after I met Suzy.

  “It is a Celtic design that symbolizes the perpetual unity of two souls.” I leave out the part about how fucking crazy I am for her.

  “Wow, that is really beautiful.” Her hand has started drifting toward my hard cock. I quickly grip her delicate wrist and bring it back up to my chest.

  “What are you doing Suzy?”

  “Exploring. You are really hot.” I can’t help but to laugh.

  “So are you, Anamchara.” I say, rubbing the back of her hand.

  “Yeah right, Ryry.”

  “I mean it Suzy.”

  “Don’t mess with me Ryry. It’s not necessary.” She keeps running her hands over my chest and through my chest hair. My cock feels like it is about to explode. Her slight touch is going to be my undoing.

  “Suzy, I will tolerate a lot of things, but do not do that. You are fucking gorgeous to me, but you gotta stop touching me. I am trying to be a gentleman, but you are making it fucking hard to be.”

  “I’m sorry Ryry. I don’t get many people saying things like that to me, and by many, I mean none.”

  “That’s really good, Anamchara, because I am the only one who gets to look at you.” I say, growling. I feel bad that I am glad she doesn’t realize how sexy other men think she is, but I am not going to lose any sleep over it. “You should be told how fucking beautiful you are every damn day.” I say as I caress her cheek. She leans into my touch and sighs.

  “I think I’d like that Ryder, but only if it’s coming from you.”

  “Are you going to stop touching me?” I ask. She is killing me.

  “No. I can’t help it. I need you. Are you going to have sex with me?”

  If there was ever a time I wished I was the bad guy. This was it.

  “Suzy. I can’t. You are drunk and I’m not. It wouldn’t be right.”

  “So, let’s get you drunk.” She rolls to her side, so her front is draped over me. I pull her chin up, so she is looking me in the eyes.

  “Suzy, listen to me. When I claim you, and I will claim you, you won’t be drunk. Do you understand what I am saying to you?”

  “Yes, but I want it now.” She says with a pout.

  “Go to sleep Suzy.” I say with a smile. I reach over and pull the string on the lamp, thrusting the room into darkness.

  Her touches get firmer and more distracting. I do the only thing I can do. I put her on her back and roll so that her arms are pinned by her side.

  The only liberty I’ll allow myself is a light kiss on her temple. I also catch a whiff of her hair. The scent of the coconut hits me, and I breathe deeply.

  “This is nice. I could get used to this.” She says sleepily.

  I can’t say anything. If I had my way, she would already be mine.

  “Good night, Anamchara.”

  “Night, night Ryry.” She says and laughs. “That rhymed.”

  I can’t take this anymore. I have to claim her. First thing tomorrow, I am gonna tell her how I really feel.

  Lying next to her as I fall asleep is almost everything I’ve ever wanted with this woman.

  Four months doesn’t seem like long enough to really know someone, but I feel connected to her on a primal level. A level I didn’t know existed, but I can’t wait to further explore it.

  Chapter Three

  Suzy

  What the fuck happened last night? My mouth is drier than the Mojave Desert. I crack open my eyes and immediately regret it. Son of a bitch... My head is going to blow right off my body.

  Groaning, I roll over trying to get out of bed only to smack into a fucking wall. Wait, that’s not a wall. I stick out my hand and it lands on a very hard, very naked, chest.

  “Mmm… Good morning Anamchara.”

  No, no, no. I gasp and roll off the bed only to land on my ass.

  “Fuck.”

  What the actual fuck did
I do last night? The last thing I remember is taking shots with Trinity and talking about how I needed some liquid courage to ask Ryder out.

  That doesn’t mean I was going to sleep with him on the first night.

  “Shit, are you okay Suzy?”

  He jumps out of the bed and walks over to where I am. He crouches down and picks me up and places me on his lap as he sits down on the end of the bed.

  “Holy fuck, you just picked me up.”

  I say dumbly as I push my hair out of my face. He chuckles and pulls me a little closer.

  “Is your ass okay? Do I need to kiss it better?”

  My laugh turns into a whimper as my head starts to pound. I smack his chest.

  “Don’t make me laugh. My head is about to explode! What the hell did we do last night and why don’t you have a shirt on? OhMiGod! What time is it?”

  I say as I hop out of his lap before he can say anything, I am running around my room trying to find my phone. I am supposed to be to work by seven.

  I spot my purse by the door and walk over to it.

  When I bend down to grab it, Ryder groans and I quickly whip my head up, looking at him.

  He is leaning on his hands staring at my ass with his bottom lip in between his teeth

  It’s then that I realize that the only thing I’m in is a tiny thong and a t-shirt.

  “Stop staring at my ass!”

  He slowly runs his eyes up my body. “Anamchara, trust me, I plan on doing a lot more than just stare at it.” I just stand there with my mouth hanging open. He did not just say that. My phone rings in my hand and I look down to see Magen calling me. I quickly turn around and head into the bathroom.

  “Hello?”

  “WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU? You’re fifteen minutes late and douche hole is breathing down my neck.” I flinch pulling my phone away from my ear. Fuck, she has a set of lungs on her.

  “Calm down Meg. I am on my way.”

  “Hurry! Otherwise I am going to kill me a bitch.” She says dramatically before hanging up. Laughing, I brush my teeth and take the fastest shower in the world.

  I throw my hair into a ponytail and get dressed in my scrubs before running out of the bathroom. Ryder isn’t in the bedroom when I walk out. I don't have time to worry about where he’s at because I gotta go. When I make it down stairs he has my bag and a cup of coffee and is waiting by the door.

  “You left your car at the bar, so I’ll take you to work then pick you up after your shift. Maybe we can go get dinner after?” He is opening the door and ushering me outside before I can answer.

  When we get to his truck, he opens the door and waits until I am in before handing me my purse and coffee. Before I know it, we are driving. I turn in my seat and look at him.

  “Thank you for taking me to work.” He gives me a smile before turning back to look at the road.

  “You are more than welcome besides I did it purely out of selfishness. This way you can’t get out of seeing me tonight.” I give him a shit eating grin.

  “You know I could still do that right?”

  “Ha, I am the one who has your keys and I plan on holding them hostage until after our date.”

  “I can't go on a date with you right after work! I am going to look like death and God only knows what kind of gross shit is going to happen to me during my shift.” I practically whine out as I fold my arms. He just laughs and reaches over putting his hand on my knee.

  “Anamchara, you always look beautiful and there is no way I am letting you get out of this.” I bite my lip and look out the window

  “Fine but you have to at least let me shower before you take me out.”

  We make it to Dallas General in record time and before he can say anything, I lean over and give him a kiss on the cheek before I hop out of the truck “I’ll see you at six. Don't be late.”

  I tell him before shutting the door and running into work. I am an hour late and I know that I am going to be in deep shit for it.

  When I walk in I go straight for my locker getting my pager and favorite pen. As I am walking out, Megan comes at me.

  “OhMiGod Suzy, I hate him! I have never hated someone so much in my entire life. He is the devil's spawn.”

  “Meg don’t you think you're overreacting just a tad?” I ask as we start walking towards the ER.

  She shakes her head. “You only had to deal with him for twenty minutes, I have had to deal with him for the last two hours just you wait. You are going to want to stab him in the throat.”

  Sure he seemed like an arrogant jackass when I met him, but a lot of ER doctors are especially seeing as he is a trauma surgeon.

  “Everything will be okay as long as you promise to help me hide the body if we need to okay?” She starts laughing and I can’t help but chuckle too.

  I have only been a nurse for two years and one thing I have learned is you need to have a thick layer of skin and a quick wit to get you through your day. Most of the morning goes by in a blur and I am beginning to realize that Meg wasn’t wrong about Dr. Cole Howell. He has been flirting with me all morning and tries to touch me whenever he has the chance. I fucking hate it, luckily, it’s lunch time and I get a break from him for more than ten minutes.

  I am starving by the time Meg meets me at the cafeteria and luckily my hangover is gone.

  “So, how's your day going.” she asks sarcastically.

  “Okay so you weren't totally wrong. He’s a prick!”

  “I told you, I spent all day yesterday telling him I didn’t like dudes and he told me he could change my mind like it was a damn challenge.”

  “Oh my God. No, he didn’t?”

  She plops down in her seat at our table and takes a huge bite out of her apple. I leave her over there as I walk over to get in line for a cheese burger and fries. I’m up next when I feel a hand at the small of my back. I go still and look up to see Ryder standing there with a huge smile spread across his face.

  “I just couldn’t wait until dinner. I needed to see you.” I can’t help but smile back at him.

  “You going to eat lunch with me?”

  “Hell yes, come on. I love the pudding. It’s amazing.” I chuckle as he grabs three of them and puts them on my tray. Ryder pays for our food and we head over to the table that Meg is sitting at. She raises a brow when she sees me with Ryder.

  I have been talking about him for the last couple months and normally it is me complaining about something he has done so I can see why she looks so confused to see us together.

  “Hey Ryder, how have you been?”

  He pulls out my chair and then sits down next to me. “Hey Meg. Doing pretty good, just wanted to come have lunch with my girl.”

  I almost choke on my drink. When the hell did I become his girl?

  “What?” I gasp out.

  Meg looks between us both and laughs. “Obviously you guys have a few things you need to figure out so I'm going to go.” She gets up and walks away.

  Ryder turns to look at me, tucking a loose strand of hair behind my ear. “You've been my girl for a while now and I've let you have your space, but I'm done waiting. You are mine Suzy, and I plan on keeping it that way.”

  Before I can say anything, he’s kissing me. My entire world tilts as his lips touch mine. It’s a light kiss, filled with promises that I can only dream of. After a second, he pulls back.

  “Let’s eat our lunch, so you can get back to work.”

  I sit there staring at him as he pulls back putting his arm behind my chair. I can’t deny it. I want this to happen, I want to see where this will take us, and I am tired of fighting it.

  “Okay, Ryry.”

  We spend the next fifteen minutes talking and I don't think I have ever laughed so hard in my life. He kisses my cheek and tells me he'll pick me up after my shift. I have been on cloud nine since he left and even Dr. Douchehole can't break my mood although I think he has been trying.

  He has been getting a little touchier and whenever I smile he gets th
is evil glint in his eyes almost like he has won something, and it is starting to really creep me out. It's been relatively quiet most of the day and as I look up at the clock I realize my shift is over.

  Where the hell did the day go? I think to myself as I make my way back to the locker room. Feel my face flush and I bite my bottom lip. I can tell you exactly where it went. It was spent picturing Ryder doing wickedly naughty things to me at his bar and him finally claiming me as his.

  “You happy to see me?” Cole asks as he leans against my locker, raking his eyes over my body making me feel disgusting. Ew on so many levels.

  “Uh...” How the hell do I respond to that? He steps a little closer and I take a step back. I look around and notice that we are the only two in the locker room. Fuck. I make a step to go towards the door when he pushes me up against one of the lockers.

  “Oh, don’t you worry Suzy. I made sure I locked the door and everything. We wouldn't want to be interrupted, would we?”

  I am starting to shake, and I don't know if it's from adrenaline or fear.

  I'm not one to be pushed around. “Back the fuck up Cole. I have a boyfriend and you need to stop it or I am going to the administrators.”

  His eyes blaze and he leans in closer “Listen here, you fat bitch, I am not going anywhere. You really think that they would take your side over mine? No one would believe a man like me would go after a woman like you.”

  My hand is out and slapping him across the face before I know what is happening. He growls, and grabs my wrists pinning them above my head with his hand.

  “Let me go Cole.” I say as I struggle to get free of his grasp.

  “I don’t think so. You have been asking for this since last night and I would have had you then if not for that fuck who took you home instead. I am going to show you your place.” I start to panic. Oh my God. This can't be happening. My eyes start to fill with tears and his grip tightens. I do the only thing I can think of, I ram my knee into his crotch and when his hands loosen on mine I drop my full weight on the floor causing him to lose his hold of me.

  I am on my feet and running towards the door when he grabs my hair and pulls me back causing me to cry out.

  “You are going to fucking pay for that you whore.”