Irish King

by Irish King (retail) (epub)

  “Hey, babe,” he said with a smile and leaned over to kiss her.

  Kiya kissed him quickly. “Hey.”

  “What’s wrong?” Ian asked bluntly.

  “Should you be seen kissing me, in case you have people following you?” Kiya asked.

  He frowned. “Like people on my side, or did your brother happen to mention something?”

  “I haven’t spoken to my brother,” Kiya said. “But from what I’ve been reading, you are always being followed by one or the other.”

  “All hail research,” Ian said. “You could get out if you feel being with me is going to either soil you or put you in danger.”

  Kiya gave a frustrated sigh. “I’m saying that I can’t go into this blind even to the fact that you may never leave this life.”

  “Yeah, so much for believing in me. I guess you’ll doubt that I told my father I was leaving this morning,” Ian snapped.

  “What did he say to that?” Kiya asked.

  “Truthfully?” Ian posed the question.

  She turned in the seat. “I want nothing else from you but the truth.”

  “He said after I fix this thing with the Russians, where I got shot, he would be okay with me leaving,” Ian explained. “He’s going to try something, his bullshit pride won’t think about me or my happiness or peace. He will think about his only son leaving and will try to stop me. I’ll have to leave my way.”

  “That doesn’t sound good,” Kiya murmured.

  He cupped her cheek. “I will be with you, I swear it. Do you still want to go to my place?”

  She nodded. “If you want me to. I’m sorry, I had to ask. It’s not just your life; if I’m with you, it’s all shared with me, good or bad. That way my eyes are wide open and if necessary, I can protect myself.”

  “It’s never going to come to that, I’d burn this entire city to keep you safe.” He kissed her hard. “And I don’t fucking care who sees me kissing you, if they want better pictures they can lean in the window and take a pic of my hard dick. Because my girl turns me on so much.”

  Kiya shook her head but she was smiling. “That was crude.”

  He kissed her hand before starting the vehicle. “I’m rough around the edges. By the way, is your ass hot?”

  “What?” Kiya asked.

  “My seat warmers, to make your tush nice and warm,” he teased.

  She slapped at his hand and laughed. “Drive, jerk.”

  “But I’m your jerk, right?” He slid a glance at her and was rewarded with a kiss at the stoplight.

  “You’re my jerk,” she answered quietly.

  It pleased him to no end hearing her say that. At his apartment he kept his furnishings simple. He hired a lady to decorate the two-bedroom condo in Lincoln Park. He turned on the lights and bathed the living room in a soft light. Kiya walked over to the window and looked out. From the twentieth floor he could see the lights of the city.

  “I love the stripped brick and plaster look,” Kiya commented.

  “I saw the look in a magazine once and always liked it,” Ian said.

  “Did you do it yourself?” Kiya asked.

  “That part. The rest I hired someone.” Ian could sense she was uncomfortable just a bit. “I’m going to order us some dinner. Thai food okay?”

  “I haven’t had Thai in a long time, sounds good.” Kiya slipped off her coat and placed it over the back of a chair. “Is this okay here?”

  He nodded. “Yes, it is. I’m just ordering about five different things and we can share all of it.”

  “I like that idea.” She sat on the recliner. “This thing is so thick I almost sank all the way in.”

  “Suits a big guy like me, be right back,” he teased before walking into the kitchen.

  When he came back to the living room she was gently rocking the chair. It never looked so good than with her sitting comfortably in it. He handed her a glass of red wine and sat on the sofa to the right of her.

  “A red Moscato, I hope you like it,” he said.

  She took a sip. “Fruity but bold, it’s delicious. You don’t strike me as a wine drinker, is this for any female visitors that may happen by?”

  He took a sip of his beer. “You are the first woman who has ever come here.”

  She laughed. “Sure okay, you’ll never sell me a bridge.”

  Ian leaned forward. “I have no need to lie, I’m not a saint by any means but this is my space, my privacy. You are the only woman that has ever come here.”

  “Okay,” she replied simply.

  “There’s an old Bogart marathon coming on TV, do you want to watch?” Ian asked. The silence was almost deafening, it wasn’t like this when they were at the cabin. It was like they were sharing a connection there away from everything. Was his life too in their faces in Chicago?

  “Are you okay with being here? We can go back to your place when the food arrives,” Ian said suddenly.

  She gave him an embarrassed look. “I feel like a teenager at my boyfriend’s house with his parents gone for the night.”

  He grinned wickedly. “We can play that game.”

  “Naughty, naughty.” Kiya waved a finger at him. “I’m sorry if I’m making you feel so weird in your own home.”

  “You want to know what’s weird?” Ian asked softly. “I woke up missing you after I took you home, my arms ached like they lost something they’ve had forever and it’s only been that weekend.”

  “Oh, Ian,” she breathed out his name.

  Ian moved forward slowly on his hands and knees and wrapped his hand around her ankle with her boot still on. He pulled her to him with a tug and she slid to the Persian carpet with him. He covered her body with his.

  “I don’t think I want dinner yet, there’s someone else I’m hungry for.” Ian nipped at her lips gently. “I plan to have you naked and wet under me in a few minutes.”

  “Oh, I’m already wet. Let’s work on the naked part,” she said wickedly. “I’ll leave my boots on.”

  She pulled him into her kiss and slipped her tongue between his lips. Well damn, he thought, loving the way she took control. But soon Ian countered her action by tasting her deeply. His cock throbbed and ached and he moved his hips, pressing between her legs trying to relieve the sensation. Instead, she whimpered and he wanted her all the more. He wanted to be free of his clothes and remove hers so he could sink himself inside her. Ian wanted to make love to her like a man possessed.

  Ian pulled his sweater over his head and tossed it aside. He groaned when he felt her hands on his back and he took the kiss even deeper. Ian tasted her, loving her taste and how her full lips felt against his. He wished they’d met in another lifetime. Where he didn’t have the life he did, and he could be with her without feeling like he had a devil on his back. Kiya moaned and pressed herself more intimately against him, wrapping a booted leg around his thigh. She was so giving with her loving, and greedily touched him as he did her. She was his solace, his calming port in the storm that was his life. Ian moved just long enough to pull the soft fabric of her dress over her body. Her pink lacy bra and panties were next and she laughed as he worked to untangle her undies from around her boots.

  “Don’t laugh,” he warned teasingly. “Next time I may just get some scissors and cut them off.”

  “I may hold you to that,” she said in a sexy voice.

  Her words spurred him on and he was naked as she in less than a minute. Kneeling between her legs, he ran his hands down her body and watched as her breath stilled when he cupped her pussy. She bit her lip, such a sexy little action, and she whimpered as he slipped his finger between the soft folds of her sex. She trembled, lifting her hips against his hand as he rubbed her clit. Ian sank his finger into her wet core and she cried out. It was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, Kiya writhing under his touch, ready and wanting him.

  He leaned forward and kissed her, and she moaned into his mouth as his fingers deftly searched out the spot inside her that drove her to the brink fa
st. He didn’t know what they were starting when they first met, and now the only thing he could ever say made his life worth a damn was Kiya. Ian took the globes of her breasts in his hands and brought the dark cocoa bean peaks of her nipples to hardness.

  “Oh, Ian,” Kiya gasped. “Your hands feel so good on me, you’re so strong.”

  Ian groaned in response and sucked the soft skin of her neck before moving down to the slope of her breasts. He took her nipple between his teeth and held it there for a moment before he sucked it into his mouth. He gave the second breast the same attention until she was frantic beneath him. Like a starving man, he sucked and laved her nipples until she was writhing, begging him for more.

  “I need all of you, now,” he muttered against her breasts.

  “Then don’t tease me any longer,” she said breathlessly. “Take what you want, I’m yours.”

  The way their lips met, parried and dueled in a hard kiss seemed to turn her to liquid sex. Ian felt her essence flow against his hand while he teased her. She made a sound of frustration and held his hand hard against her pussy, moving her hips at a savage pace until her release made her cry out. Holy shit, I’m going to fuck her like I’m possessed, the thought filtered through his head. She bit his shoulder and he was done. Kiya took his hard cock in her grasp and stroked until he felt his balls tighten from the pleasure of her touch. He moved her hands away and pinned them over her head before kissing her hungrily. Her nipples were pressed against his chest and he could feel the hard beads while she moved, enticing him to slide his cock inside her.

  Kiya pushed him away, an aggressive move that caught him by surprise. His back hit the seat of the couch and, before he could move, she was on her knees between his legs. He groaned as she pressed hot kisses against his chest and took the thick length of his shaft in her grasp once more. Her name was a harsh whisper on his lips when she ran her tongue from tip to base in repetition before taking as much as he could in her mouth. He bucked as her hot lips surrounded him and she ran her hand up and down the length of him. She licked his cock from base to tip again and he shuddered in pleasure. She made soft sounds of enjoyment as she pleased him with her mouth. He was dying from the pleasure of it, arching against the strokes of her grasp and the feel of her lips.

  “Kiya, stop before you make me come between your lips.” He pulled her away roughly.

  With his urging she straddled his lap and he couldn’t help the harsh cry that escaped him when she sank down on his engorged cock.

  “You’re so hot and fucking tight around me,” Ian said, pulling her hips down hard against him and loving the way she cried out in pleasure. “You like this, taking my cock deep inside you?”

  “Yes, yes, yes!” she practically screamed and rode him wildly.

  No slow start then a race to completion, this was pure primal fucking and he could feel her juices run down his cock and coat his balls. Kiya threw her head back in pleasure while she writhed above him. He cupped her breasts and played with her nipples before sucking on them deep. The amber light of his apartment cast a sensual glow on her chocolate skin. Ian could pick out the beads of sweat that ran down between her breasts. He tightened his hands into the soft flesh of her hips and pounded into her.

  Kiya bucked against him and keep up their frantic pace and she cried out. “Make me come, oh God, I’m going to come.”

  Her words ended on a keening wail. He felt his orgasm approach with the drumming beat of his heart. His balls tightened and ached, his cock throbbed, the sound of her frantic breathing and the way she rode him with wild abandon was his undoing. Kiya’s pussy clenched and released around his throbbing cock.

  “Yes, baby, now.” Ian pressed his face between the soft skin of her breasts.

  His release matched the timing of hers and he felt his body jerk with each release of his hot seed into her sex. He pounded into her, taking every last ounce of pleasure they had built and she slumped against him. He held her to him for the longest time, loving the small tremors that ran through her and gritted his teeth as her pussy clenched in the aftermath of their loving. Soon after, he lifted her and took her to the bathroom where he cleaned her up gently, and then lay her back in his bed. They dozed lazily and Ian found that even has he relaxed he needed to feel her skin beneath his hand. Somewhere in that time, he felt Kiya ran her hand down his body and stroke his cock, and he was instantly aroused. He caressed her breasts and listened to her purr in response.

  “This is a nice way to wake up,” Ian said huskily. He bent his head to lick at her nipple and she moved restlessly as he sucked it into his mouth.

  “You looked so delicious, how could I help myself?” Kiya said.

  He gave her a wicked grin. “Well now, the piper must be paid.”

  “I’m willing to please, my king,” she teased.

  He looked at her seriously. “Don’t ever call me that. I’m never that person with you, not now, not ever.”

  “I understand. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it that way,” she said gently. “You are not the product of your life to me, you are just the man I want so very much.”

  Ian kissed her as he moved his hand to the apex of her thighs. He teased her with one lone digit, loving the way she responded to his touch. His reward was Kiya spreading her legs further apart in a silent plea for more.

  “You like that?” Ian asked.

  “God, I love it, give me more,” she begged.

  “You are so expressive,” he crooned and kissed her. Ian buried two fingers to the hilt into her pussy and she gave a little squeal against his mouth.

  He groaned when her pussy clenched around his fingers. Her hips rose to meet the slow rhythm of his hands and she was so damn wet. He went deeper and Kiya whimpered out in pleasure.

  “Ooh, I’m going to come for you,” Kiya cried out as she moved frantically against the bed.

  “Yes, baby let me feel it. I love the way you come for me,” Ian’s voice was harsh with desire.

  He watched her body tremble and watched her face as she reached the pinnacle of her pleasure. Her lips parted and Kiya fell over the edge. He found the sweet spot, buried into her pussy and fucked her hard with his fingers until he felt her cream on his hands. Her second orgasm was almost his undoing. Watching her, feeling the way she reacted as he pleasured her was driving him past sanity. Their kiss filled with unrestrained passion, and he speared his tongue into her mouth greedily tasting her. Ian covered her body with his and in one smooth thrust he filled her with his cock. He loved how her pussy took him in and sheathed him like wet velvet. Ian pressed one of her knees back, giving her deeper thrusts and making her cry out. She was too far away; he wanted skin against skin and Ian wrapped her legs around his waist. He moved a big hand to the smooth cheeks of her ass and thrust upward, each movement gliding against her breasts.

  “Oh goddamn, you feel so fucking good!” he said the words harshly.

  “I love the way you feel covering me.” Kiya ran her hands over her shoulder. “You’re so big...take me, take everything, love.”

  “Like this? You want to take every inch of me?” Ian asked and felt her tremble.

  “Yes!”

  Her answer was a small scream, and it fueled his desire. He bent his head and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking hard past the areola. He did the same with the other, frantic with the need to consume her. Ian moved away to spread her legs so he could watch himself sink into her pussy. Her essence coated his cock, it glistened each time he penetrated her. Ian groaned as he impaled her over and over again, each time deeper. She screamed his name, and hearing his real name on Kiya’s lips filled with him satisfaction. She was his, always and forever his. He bent his forehead against hers, and they fell over the precipice of passion together. He was breathless, stunned at the connection they felt. The ferocity of their lovemaking completely satisfied him, but it was more than that. It was like she was the other half of him, the best part. It took more than a few minutes for them to find their breath.
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br />   “Now I’m hungry,” Kiya said.

  Ian kissed her shoulder. “We could always get dressed and head back out to the living room, where it all began.”

  “I can get behind that idea.” She smiled at him. “I’m happy to be here with you, Ian.”

  He kissed her gently. “I can’t see my life without you, Kiya. I hope you know that. We don’t have to stay here. In Chicago, I mean, we can go anywhere...”

  “I know, but before we make those choices, let’s get past these hurdles we have to face,” she said quietly.

  He nodded. “I know. Come on, let’s go eat.”

  It took only a few minutes for them to clean up. Ian liked how she decided not to put her dress back on but borrowed one of his large football t-shirts and a pair of socks to go back out to the living room to eat. He chose to be shirtless and she ran her hand over his shoulder wound where he’d been shot. The puckered skin was still rough and she pressed a kiss against the injury. The small, tender action humbled him.

  The doorbell rang and he frowned. “None comes here unless I’m getting food and we already have that...”

  His instincts kicked in and he turned. Ian could swear he heard the click as the gun safety was flicked off. He dived at Kiya as the first bullets came through the door and hit the chair where she would’ve sat. He pulled her behind the sofa and bullets ricocheted everywhere, breaking glass and tearing into the fabric of the sofa with a hollow sound. He covered her body with his own, because if anyone was going to be hit it would sure as hell be him. Finally the automatics were empty and he heard the footsteps as their assailants ran off.

  He turned her face to him and pushed her dark hair away from her face. “Are you okay?” She nodded and he could see the fear in her eyes. “Baby, I need you to talk to me.”

  “I’m fine, Ian. Are you hurt?” Her voice trembled.

  “I’m good but whoever did this won’t be,” Ian heard the deadly tone in his own voice. “I’m going to get you home and then I’m going to fix this.”