The Irishman: Book 1 (For The Love Of The Irish)

by V Vee

  Chapter Eleven

  Kyra- K-Love

  I could hear the commotion going on inside the house and I rushed in from the pool where I’d been lounging and working on a new campaign idea for nU Even™. With Manuel dead, no doubt dismembered, burned, and ashes scattered, I was now lead on the account, even though I was still in college and didn’t “technically” have the education or experience to do so. But the owner of nU Even liked my ideas and had asked that I take over. I’d done so happily and had buried myself in work, when I wasn’t studying, or going to classes, or having Andrew fuck my brains out.

  When I came into the formal living room, I was surprised to see so many men, redheads, blonds, and brunets, all strapping on weapons, bulletproof vests, talking to each other in harsh whispers or lowered grunts. My eyes moved back and forth over the faces of all the men present and my heart caught in my chest when I realized who was missing. I knew Carrick was off on the other side of the world to bring Nia home, while Tierney and Ludwig were getting the birthday present Andrew had gotten for me—that I wasn’t supposed to know about—but where was Ronan, Andrew, Cavan?

  “Where’s Andrew?” I asked.

  Every head turned towards me, and I stood with my feet shoulder-width apart, my shoulders back, head held high, and arms relaxed at my side, just in case I needed to grab one of my own guns and put a bullet through someone to get an answer. No one answered me. In fact, they looked at each other nervously and steadfastly avoided my gaze. Oh no, no, no. That just would not do.

  I whipped out my 9MM and shot a hole into the wall right next to Manus’s head.

  “Where. The. Fuck. Is. Andrew?” I asked again, my voice low, determined, filled with steel.

  I was proud of the men for not jumping, but they certainly did look a little more hesitant.

  I moved the barrel of my gun from pointing at the wall next to Manus, to pointing at the groin of Dermot.

  “How about you Dermot?” I gestured with my weapon. “You like that Irish dick of yours? If you don’t want me to shoot the little fucker off, you’ll tell me where the hell my man is.”

  Dermot swallowed nervously, his eyes flickering from the gun to my face and back again.

  “You’ve got three seconds. One… two… thr—”

  “He, Ronan, and Cavan are pinned down at the bank with people shooting at them!” Dermot rushed out, covering his privates.

  The other men in the room groaned, shaking their heads and calling Dermot a pussy. I snorted.

  “He should be so lucky. A pussy can be stretched beyond capacity to let a baby pass through, it can take a pounding when a woman is being fucked, and it bleeds every month, but never gives up.” I looked the men up and down as their faces scrunched up in disgust. “You wish you were a pussy.”

  I put the safety back on my gun, then turned and made my way to the sideboard. I may have been out at the pool, but I wasn’t in a swimsuit. I’d been in a pair of shorts, a t-shirt, and a pair of flip-flops. But I needed to suit up if I was going to go and rescue my man.

  Again.

  “Well, c’mon boys,” I said five minutes later when I stepped back into the room from the hallway closet where I’d changed into a pair of black pants, a bulletproof vest, a black shirt, and strapped on my weapons, knives, and throwing stars. “Let’s go rescue The Irishman.”

  I ignored their looks of amazement and headed out the door.

  Chapter Twelve

  Andrew- The Irishman

  I don’t know which fucker thought it would be okay to bring my woman to a fucking gunfight, but whoever was responsible was going to meet me in the basement. I wanted to pull their fucking guts out through their goddamn mouth.

  “What the fuck are you doing here?” I yelled at Kyra when I saw her run up, her hair pulled back into a ponytail, her arms raised as she returned fire.

  “Saving your ungrateful ass!” she responded.

  “I told them not to tell you what was going on,” I growled as I lifted up from behind a planter and shot one man right between the eyes, satisfaction rolling through me when he dropped like a stone into the middle of the street.

  “Yeah, we’ll talk about that shit when we both get home… alive.” Kyra glared at me. “Which is why I’m here in the first place. To make sure your ass comes home to me.”

  I grinned. “K-Love, I do think you’re starting to fall in love with me.”

  Kyra rolled her eyes. “How about you fucking shoot these assholes and you can be a jerk later, huh?” Then she placed a quick kiss on my lips before jumping to her feet and shooting again. I followed suit, placing my back against hers just as we’d done before, and shooting at the motherfuckers who thought to take me out as I was coming out of the bank. I narrowed my eyes when I saw one of the me, a mocking smirk on his lips, as he took aim at Kyra.

  I knew that bitchass punk.

  I raised my arm to shoot at him. To finally end this fucking feud between the two of us, when the sound of sirens reached my ears. As fast as the shooting had begun, it ended. The streets had emptied of innocent bystanders as soon as we started, most of them screaming and running inside of buildings, jumping in or behind cars, or just simply running away. It was just the Irish versus the Italians at that point, but with the police showing up, and not knowing if it was my guys, the Italian’s guys, or hell, even Kyra’s “people”, we needed to get the fuck out of dodge.

  “Let’s go. Grab our people and meet back at the house!” I yelled out in Gaelic. I grabbed Kyra’s arm, ignored her protests, bent down and lifted her over my shoulder, running off with her toward my SUV, which thankfully was still working. We peeled out of the parking lot, taking back and side roads to make sure we weren’t followed before finally heading back to the house. As soon as we arrived, I let everyone climb out, before I grabbed Kyra’s wrist.

  “Meet me upstairs. I’m going to spank your ass for putting yourself in danger,” I growled.

  Kyra smirked. “If you catch me, I’ll let you spank my ass. If you don’t? Then I guess I’m going to have to spank yours.”

  Before I could respond, Kyra took off out of the vehicle. I sat for only a moment before I gave chase. Yes, we just escaped a shootout, and yes, normal people would be shaken and scared by the events, but Kyra and I weren’t normal. We were both a little crazy.

  Which made us perfect for each other.

  I ran after her, ignoring the looks of shock and confusion on the faces of my men. Once they fell in love, they’d understand.

  I almost fell over the balcony as that thought entered my head. Love? Was that what I felt for Kyra? Had love finally found me? Caught me in its crosshairs? Was I going to be a monster out in public, and in the deepest of darkness, but gentle, kind, and romantic when alone with my woman?

  I almost laughed my head off at the thought of me being gentle, kind, and romantic. And when I walked into the bedroom I shared with Kyra and found her waiting for me, I knew she wasn’t a woman who would want me to be. She liked my rough edges. She loved my hardness. And she enjoyed my darkness because she understood it. I had definitely made a good choice when I chose her.

  “Alright, love. Strip and bend over the bed for me.”

  Her body trembled for a different reason than being terrified of my punishment. I didn’t care either way. She would get over it soon enough. Kyra needed to learn it wasn’t just her anymore. Or her and Michele. We were a team now. She was mine and I was hers. Our time together may have been short, but I didn’t think I would be able to truly function if something were to truly happen to her.

  So I had to spank that ass.

  I smiled as she leaned her soft, plump body over the edge of the bed, her hips wiggling as she pulled off her pants and thong. The way she twisted her curvy body around as she stripped made me think about the times she swirled her hips on my cock, making me want to throw her on the floor and slide deep inside her, but I wasn’t going to do that this time around. Instead, I walked up behind her, wrapped my arm aro
und her waist as I pulled her closer to me and straightened to my full height. I leaned down to place a kiss on the side of her neck, before pushing her over, bringing my hand back and down on her upturned ass.

  Kyra gasped, so I did it again. She whimpered, so I spanked the other ass cheek harder. She groaned and pressed back, so I rained down slaps, spanks, and smacks to her ass, my cock growing harder and harder as I listened to her whimper, whine, moan, and groan. This had ceased to be a punishment and had instead become foreplay.

  Fuck.

  I turned her around and kissed her deeply, my hands on her hips. She came with me as I stood, wrapping her legs around my waist. I kissed on her neck as I walked us to the bed, landing on it with her underneath me. I turned her head toward me, pulling her in for a kiss I had never given anyone else. I kissed this woman with so much of me that there was a slight tremor in my fingers. I continued to kiss her as if my life depended on it while I ground on her with my lower half. Kyra met my every movement, only proving to me how perfect she was for me.

  I couldn’t take it anymore as I ripped my mouth away from hers and rained kisses on her body. I had no time to talk as I moved from her lips and made my way down her body, kissing every inch of her. I groaned as my hand came up gripping one of her breasts and squeezing hard as my tongue connected with her nipple at the same time. I licked and sucked on it and then did the same with the other. I moved down her body as my tongue left traces.

  I finally made my way down to what was quite possibly my favorite spot on her body. I bit my bottom lip as my nose inhaled her scent, a scent I would never be able to forget even if I died a thousand times over.

  “Baby… Have I ever told you how fucking good you smell?” I inhaled her scent once more, loving how potent it was without the barrier of her panties. I first pulled her pearl into a kiss, small pecks at first and then I began to make out with her, no tongue, not just yet. As she gushed, I couldn’t help but listen to her. I began to French kiss these set of lips. My tongue went to work on her, showing her how good she would have it from now on if she would only admit that she belonged with me forever.

  Kyra’s hands found their way to my hair. She tugged, trying to pull me off her; Then, changing her mind, as if she wanted to suffocate me from making love to her with my mouth. I chuckled, sending deep vibrations through her body. She stopped what she was doing and fell back on the bed. My hands went under her thighs, placing them around my neck. She clung to me as her legs took the air from my lungs, almost suffocating me for real. I loved it. It caused my cock to grow harder. I continued making love to her as my fingers moved from underneath her to fingering her. I slid inside of her warm, sticky, and tight pussy and didn’t ever want to leave again.

  I continued fast, rough, and deep with my fingers adding one more finger until I felt her orgasm coming along. She shook on the bed as she exploded, screaming out her pleasure.

  “Mmm, scream for me, baby. I love it,” I said to her as I pried her legs from around me and slid up her body. I grabbed her face with both of my hands and kissed her like she was my life source, and I was dying. I moved off the bed and removed my clothes. I couldn’t think about anything else. I wanted to take her. I pulled her over to me on the side of the bed and flipped her over so that her back was exposed to me. I smiled as her butt bounced just how I liked. I smacked each cheek three times eliciting a yelp from her each time. I slid my fingers inside of her once more, pumping in and out as she grew wetter. I removed my fingers sucking them into my mouth. I sucked on them until her essence was gone from my fingers. I wanted more. I was hungry for this. I was going to devour her in that instant.

  As I positioned her on the bed with her on all fours, I placed my palm on her lower back making her beautiful body arch out toward me. I stroked myself a couple of times before I entered her. Spreading her cheeks apart, I slid in. I shuddered right along with her. Just as it was, each and every single time Kyra’s tight folds surrounded my cock, I felt as if I had just slid into Heaven dick first. I reached out grabbing her hair and pulled back as my other hand gripped her waist.

  I groaned as she yelled out my name. “Andrew… Andrew! Oh God, Andrew!” I chuckled stopping for a moment.

  “Baby, you keep fucking calling my name out like that and I’m going to end up cumming before you. And we don’t want that at all, do we?”

  She moaned in response as she pushed back on me enticing me to move. I obliged. I leaned into her body as I begun to move once more. I pulled her earlobe into my mouth sucking it to the same beat as I was moving inside of her. Her moan was low, but her fingernails ripping through the bedsheets surprised the both of us and I watched as she popped her eyes open. I let go of her ear. Knowing I’d caused such a reaction I momentarily lost my rhythm and I thrust into her hard, one time, and then another before I composed myself moving back to the rough but steady rhythm. She moaned again shutting her eyes.

  I roughly pulled on her hair causing her to scream as I slid almost completely out of her and then plunged into her so roughly, she almost collapsed to the bed. I let go of her hair as I gripped her waist. I sped up growing rougher, harder as each time I gave it to her she screamed louder and louder. One could think it was pain, but when her screams turned into completely loud moans, I was sure she could be heard over the rather expansive grounds that our house sat on, and over the music that had begun playing quite loudly as soon as we’d closed the door. I didn’t give a fuck. They’d know how good she was getting it from me.

  Kyra’s voice rose in octaves as she practically screamed in a High C-note. A sound I knew she would hit as soon as I maneuvered my waist in that certain way that hit her deeply even from our current angle.

  “Oh, Andrew!” she practically sang out to me.

  “That’s right, Baby. Sing to me. Sing it loud. Let them know whose pussy this is,” I groaned, my voice becoming rougher by the second. And sing she did. She sang the best when I had her on her back, grabbed her legs off the mattress, and wrapped them around my waist. Then, I gripped her waist once more as I finally thrust inside her wetness. She gripped my cock so damn tight I thought she would cut off the circulation. She hit a note I never heard from other women, before she collapsed to the bed. I held her bottom half up as I picked up the pace, needing to join her. After a couple of deep strokes, my orgasm overtook me. Once again there was no barrier of a condom between us, and I knew that if she wasn’t already then, she would’ve gotten pregnant right there, right then.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kyra- K-Love

  I was nervous.

  Like deep down to my soul nervous.

  I was meeting the rest of Andrew’s family at a barbecue. It was supposedly a big deal. What with it being my birthday and all. Andrew had gone all out. He’d gotten together with Michele and they’d put the whole shindig together. There was going to be food, booze, music, and fun.

  And Andrew introducing me to all of the people in his life.

  Don’t get me wrong, I had my people there too. More than just Michele, too. A lot of my girls had decided to come through and Andrew and I had stood at the balcony on the third floor laughing as his men eyed my girls, beautiful black women of all sizes, colors, ages, etc. The two of us had placed bets on whom was going to end up with who. We’d even placed a few wagers on who would end up getting pregnant either that night or within the next few weeks, and who would end up married within a year. It was very relaxing, and I’d appreciated Andrew engaging me in some harmless gambling in order to settle my nerves, but he’d had to go and take a call and I was alone again, and a sudden case of nerves had attacked me.

  If they had been a living, breathing person I would have put a bullet between their eyes, but they weren’t, so instead I had to breathe through it.

  I continued watching the party take place down below, hesitant to insert myself into conversations that were going on between the two differing groups of people. Self-disgust made my upper lip curl on a sneer. My grandmother woul
d be so disappointed with me if she were here. Although if the woman were still alive and running things, would I even be here?

  Would Andrew and I have even met?

  Before I could ponder that question for too long, the front door opened and Carrick stepped in, holding suitcases in his hands, and a gorgeous, dark-skinned, very pregnant, black woman shuffling in behind him. Her eyes darted around the room as if she were a scared puppy and my heart went out to her. I was pretty sure that was Nia, Andrew’s baby sister who’d gone to Morocco and come back to the States pregnant from a man she refused to name. I could see the looks of shock on the faces of Andrew’s men, and even some of the judgmental looks from some of my people and it all served to piss me off. So, without thought, I walked down the stairs with a smile on my face.

  I was pretty sure I was the only one who’d noticed the wedding rings on both Nia and Carrick’s fingers, and while I couldn’t be sure about Nia, I was damn sure Carrick hadn’t been wearing one when he left days earlier to go and retrieve Andrew’s sister. While I was certain there was a story there, and the look of possession and protection, of care, in Carrick’s moss green eyes was practically swoon-worthy, Andrew was not going to be happy. As a matter of fact, he was probably going to kill Carrick, but that was something I was hoping to avoid. We’d lost enough of our people either through injury or death over the past few weeks with this feud with the Italians, and Andrew’s temper seemingly being on super-sensitive. I wouldn’t let him kill another one of his people.

  Not when his peeper cousin Seamus still lived.

  I wasn’t sure when just the thought of a person had the ability to make me feel ill or to upset me as much, but whenever I thought of Andrew’s cousin and our “meeting” in the bathroom, I grew incensed. Then I grew uneasy.