Love Delayed In Dublin

by Moni Boyce

  “Siobhan, will you lock up. I’m going to walk Jordan back to her hotel.”

  She raised her glass in the air. “Sure thing.”

  Jordan waved and smiled. “Have a good night everyone.”

  Conor put his hand on the small of her back and ushered her out the door. They walked silently down the sidewalk towards the Ivy Gardens Hotel, passing other people, couples and groups. He stuffed his hands into his pockets. A few minutes into their walk, a memory surfaced of their night together in New York.

  “Do you still keep money in your bra like your ma told you?”

  She stopped in the middle of the sidewalk, holding her stomach and chuckling, her face lit up from her laughter. “I can’t believe you remember that.”

  Without hesitation, she reached into her bra and pulled out a few euros in different denominations.

  “Do you still keep money in your sock, like your Da told you?” She attempted to put on an Irish accent when she said the word ‘Da.’

  Conor bent over and lifted his pants leg with a grin. He folded back his sock, showing ten euros.

  They continued to reminisce about that night on their way to the hotel. When they arrived, they stopped at the bottom of the stairs. He looked up at the front door. The doorman looked at them briefly and then looked away.

  Why had he said he should get her back to her hotel? Now that they were here, he didn’t want the night to end.

  “Do you want to come up?” She bit her lip while she peered at him and waited for his answer.

  He could dither and pretend not to want to intrude or want to take up more of her time, but that wasn’t the sort of man he was. Right away he answered. “Aye.”

  Who knows the manner of things the doorman had been privy to over the years? Whatever he’d heard between them or whatever he was thinking he didn’t say a word or bat an eye. His expression remained a blank, neutral mask. They walked past him and into the hotel. On the ride up, neither of them said a word.

  When they entered her room, he looked around.

  “It’s one of the presidential suites. Normally, I wouldn’t splurge, but I had a lot of reward miles I cashed in and I took some from my rainy-day fund. Plus, the room has a balcony overlooking Dublin’s secret garden.” She rambled, while scurrying about the room tidying up.

  He didn’t care if anything was out of place. He was glad to have her alone and he wasn’t going to squander one second. “C’mere.”

  Slowly, she crossed the room towards him.

  In New York, they’d only had one night together. It hadn’t culminated with them going to bed together. Their last goodbye had been at Grand Central Station, him promising he’d see her in two weeks, them making plans.

  Eight years later, he was now standing in her hotel room. He’d always regretted that they’d never shared more than kisses. Now his dreams of what a night with her might have been like were about to become a reality. He planned to savor her all night.

  She was in front of him now and he could feel her anticipation matched his own. He reached his hand up and caressed her face, cupped her cheek. His other arm pulled her close, until there was no more space left between their bodies. His gaze roamed over her face.

  “I didn’t forget about you. I could never forget you. You always occupied my thoughts. Sometimes I tried not to think about you since I couldn’t have you, but that never lasted long.”

  Conor pressed his lips to hers and gave her a lingering kiss before using his tongue to breach her. She parted her lips and permitted him to enter. His tongue plundered her mouth over and over. Jordan clung to him, returning his kiss with a fiery passion that rivaled his own.

  Unable to take their hands or mouths off of each other, they walked and stumbled towards the bedroom. Inside the room, he lifted her jumper over her head and tossed it to the floor. He toed off his runners and kicked them to the side. Breaking the kiss, she quickly removed her boots, and then reached for him.

  They fell onto the bed in a heap. Falling caused them to knock heads. The fall hadn’t worked or looked as sexy as it did in the movies.

  “Ow.” She rubbed her head.

  He rubbed the spot on the side of his head that had collided with her. When they looked at each other, they burst out laughing. They both fell back on the bed looking up at the ceiling for a second.

  Despite the accident, neither of them was deterred. Soon, they were kissing again. Conor was on top of her. He lay between her thighs.

  “You’re such a good kisser.” She managed to say between him nibbling, sucking and tasting her.

  “So are you.” He ravished her mouth.

  He pushed himself up onto his knees so he could remove her pants. He’d gotten the pants halfway down her thighs when he noticed her sexy, black lace undergarment. A lecherous grin exposed his teeth.

  “Give me your knickers.”

  “Give you my knickers?” Jordan giggled.

  “At the bar, I won. Remember I told you I’d tell you what I want. That’s what I want.”

  She was still giggling.

  Conor playfully rolled his eyes. “You Americans… Give me your panties.” He said the last line in an American accent, thinking she was averse to the word knickers in reference to her underwear.

  This really made her giggle. “I didn’t know you could do an American accent.”

  Once she got over his neat party trick, she clarified her question. “I just meant why do you want these ones, the ones I’m wearing?”

  His fingers pinched the band of her lacy underwear. “Precisely that, because you’re wearing them… your scent is on them.”

  He went to say something else using the American accent, but she put her fingers up to his mouth and stopped him. During his explanation, her laughter had quickly died away. His lips tingled under her touch. Speech fled him at that moment, as his gaze held hers. He flicked out his tongue and licked her fingers. Her pupils dilated at the maneuver.

  The corners of her eyes crinkled into a smile, at the same time her eyes darkened with desire. “I like it better when you say knickers.” Her voice was laced with lust.

  Already, he’d discarded her pants and now he was sliding his prize down her legs. “Give me your knickers.” He said low in his throat, making his Irish brogue even more defined.

  She was the sexiest thing he’d ever seen, in only her push-up bra, laying sprawled beneath him.

  When he got up from the bed to remove his jeans, he fished his wallet out and removed a condom. Then he made a show of making sure Jordan saw him tuck her knickers into his pocket. He slid his jeans and boxer briefs off and rejoined her on the bed.

  All Conor could think about was tasting her. He tossed the condom on the bed beside her before he lay down on his belly. Wedging himself between her silken thighs, he used his thumbs to pull her folds apart and stared.

  Gently he pushed a finger inside of her. He glanced up her body and found her head thrown back on the pillow. She ground herself on his finger, clearly wanting more. He pushed his finger in deeper and then pulled it out, repeating the movement in a nice steady rhythm. Once his finger was inside of her, he curled it forward and rubbed from side to side. This made her back arch off the bed. When he felt her building towards an orgasm, he removed his finger and replaced it with his mouth.

  Conor closed his eyes as he got his first taste of Jordan. He groaned and pushed in deeper, until his nose and mouth were covered. His lips and tongue licked, sucked and nibbled every inch of her. She writhed beneath him and pulled at the bed sheets.

  “Conor.” The moan was guttural.

  The first time she climaxed with him, he wanted it to be on his dick. When he pulled away, Jordan whimpered.

  “Shhh.”

  With one hand he reached for the condom and with the other he rubbed her swollen nub. Just when he was about to remove his hand Jordan sat up and took the condom from him.

  The ecstasy she experienced from the feel of his hand between her legs played ou
t on her face. With deft fingers she opened the condom wrapper and then rolled the condom over his long, hard, thick dick.

  She’d barely gotten it on him, before he pushed her back against the pillows and pushed his way inside of her.

  Bloody hell.

  She felt amazing. Her walls tightened around him the further he went, until he was deep inside of her. For a minute he lay there, with his face pressed into her neck, luxuriating in the pulse of her throbbing pussy. When she wrapped her legs around his waist, he began to move. Thrusting deep inside of her and then swiveling his hips. She began to match his rhythm. He braced himself on his hands and looked down at her.

  Jordan opened her eyes and stared up at him. He plunged deeper needing to take more and more of her. Hearing her breathless moans and the noises their skin made when their bodies moved against each other was an aphrodisiac to him. He grunted his pleasure. His balls tightened as he neared his release. She was close, so close. Her honeyed walls squeezed him so deliciously. He pumped faster and wilder until finally he pushed them both over the edge. They fell headlong into the abyss of their orgasms.

  Her body shook and spasmed with the force of her climax. Conor flooded the condom with his hot cum. He pumped into her until he’d drained himself of every drop. He panted and breathed heavily after the rush of his orgasm.

  When he was completely spent, he fell onto her, but braced himself on his forearms so she wouldn’t have to bear all of his weight. She reached for him, pulling his face down to meet hers. They kissed greedily, like they were starving for each other. Maybe they were.

  Once they sufficiently satisfied their craving for each other, he rested his head on her breasts. He turned his face to breath in her scent and then placed a kiss over her heart.

  “Mo anam cara.” He whispered in Gaelic. Jordan was his soul mate. They’d met eight years ago, and fate had kept them apart, but then they found each other again, and the feelings were still there, stronger than ever.

  After a few moments, he pulled out of her and got up to remove the condom and throw it away. When he came back to the bed, he pulled her close. Her body was warm and soft against his, and she was drowsy with sleep. Conor brushed her hair away from her face and pressed a kiss to her forehead. He shut his eyes and fell asleep with her in his arms.

  9

  Jordan

  Jordan hadn’t pulled the blackout drapes and the glaring sunlight was pouring in through the windows. She squinted and held her hand up to shield her eyes.

  Normally, she would have been agitated, but when she rolled over and saw Conor sleeping next to her, she didn’t care.

  Last night had been everything she imagined and more. There was a delicious ache between her legs, and she could still feel the heat of his kisses on her lips and skin. He really knew how to use his mouth, and his hands, and his dick. Okay, he knew how to expertly use everything. Undeniably, he’d made her body sing last night. Now she knew exactly how that beard felt between her legs. Amazing. She couldn’t fight the satisfied, dopey smile she wore.

  She propped herself up on her elbow and watched him sleeping. His hair was mussed, and he looked so peaceful.

  An alarm on his cell phone began to chime like a bell tower. She looked at the device perplexed. How did that get there? From the minute they entered the room last night, they’d been all over each other. Her phone was probably still in her purse, dead at this moment since she hadn’t plugged it in last night.

  A low groan rumbled from Conor, while he scrubbed his hand over his face. When he opened his eyes, he looked at her and gave her a sleepy grin. “Morning, you gorgeous creature.”

  There’s no way she could look that gorgeous, but she’d take it. If he thought so, who was she to say otherwise. He’d put it on her good if she’d gone to sleep without her headscarf. She fought the urge to touch her hair or look for a mirror. It must look a mess.

  He devoured her with his eyes before he grabbed his phone from the nightstand and turned off the alarm.

  “When did you get up and get your phone?” Her curiosity had her being nosy.

  “In the middle of the night. I knew the nurse was staying with my Da, but I needed to set my alarm to make sure that Siobhan opened up the pub for me.” His thumbs flew over the keys, as he typed out a text message.

  Jordan sat up and used the sheet to cover her nakedness. She’d started out wearing a bra last night, but it was probably tangled up in the sheets somewhere. “Do you have to go?”

  He finished his message and hit send. Once he put his phone back on the nightstand, he sat up and scooted close to her. “I’m not leaving this bed as long as you’re in it.”

  She looked up into his light green eyes and saw want, need and pure unconcealed lust.

  Leaning over, he nibbled her shoulder. The gesture made her insides quiver. Conor lifted his head and gave her a sexy stare. He probably wasn’t even aware he was doing it. Even though she was worried she had dragon breath, when he cupped her face in his hands and kissed her, she let him.

  She could get used to this.

  Playfully, he bit her lip and then sucked it between his teeth and then kissed her so thoroughly, she was dizzy when he pulled away.

  Something must have come over him, because the next thing she knew, he’d flipped her over onto her stomach and lay on top of her. His hard dick rested between the cleft of her ass cheeks. She moaned at the sensation.

  He brushed her hair aside and kissed the back of her neck. His mouth scalded her as he trailed kisses across her shoulder and then down her back.

  “Stay right here and don’t move.” He whispered into her back, before he got up from the bed.

  She wasn’t going anywhere. All she could do was anticipate his return. Less than a minute later, she felt the bed dip, when he climbed onto it. Something was ripped open and she knew he was gearing up to give her some explosive morning sex.

  Once he had the condom on, he maneuvered her so she was ass up, head buried in a pillow. He rubbed her clit, getting her ready for him. When he gripped her hips and slid inside, she was already biting the pillow, trying not to cry out.

  “Fuck… you’re so tight.” He paused once he was all the way inside of her.

  His words made her clench around him. A sigh escaped his lips and then he was thrusting deep inside of her.

  Hours later, when they managed to pry themselves from the bed and shower, they ordered lunch and sat out on the balcony in the hotel bathrobes, eating.

  Spending the morning and early afternoon with him, cocooned in her room had been pure bliss.

  Now, he was fully clothed and kissing her goodbye. She tried not to pout. He hadn’t been home in over twenty-four hours. She was the one on vacation. He was not.

  “I have to go by and check on my Da, but meet me at the pub in an hour or two, yeah?”

  Jordan nodded and went up on her tiptoes to kiss him again.

  After he left, she called Les first to make sure there wasn’t anything that required her attention.

  Grudgingly, he asked if she was having a good time. “Are you having fun?”

  “Are you still mad at me?”

  He sighed. “Of course not. You deserve this. You’ve worked so hard. I’m just mad you left me here to mind the kids.”

  They both laughed. “Kevin and Terry are driving me crazy. They always play better with each other when they know you’re here.”

  She laughed at Les referring to their employees as children. “I’m going to bring you back a really nice gift.”

  “You better. I gotta go. Go enjoy your vacation. I can handle things here.”

  Following that call, she dialed her parents and spoke to them. Both Zoe and Elodie’s phones went to voicemail. They were probably both at work.

  By the time she got dressed and headed to the pub, it was over an hour later. She’d opted for another cute, but casual outfit of boho top, skinny ankle jeans and her ankle boots.

  When she arrived, Conor was already behin
d the bar. He served up pints and looked sexy as hell doing it. It took a second before he looked up from the customers and saw her.

  The smile stretched across his face and lit up his eyes. She tore her eyes away and looked around. The pub wasn’t packed, but there was a nice crowd. Nearby, there was a table of women that were laughing and having a good time.

  Once the customers thinned out, Conor walked towards the end of the bar to greet her. For a moment, they stared at each other. Not caring that there was a roomful of people; Jordan put her hands on the bar and pushed herself up onto her toes, and kissed Conor. He reciprocated, cupping her face and kissing her senseless.

  Before they ended the kiss, Siobhan drummed her hands on the bar and shouted. The Three Wise Men joined her, catcalling, and drawing attention to them. Conor released her lips and kissed her cheek before letting her go.

  She licked her bottom lip and rocked back on her heels.

  “Okay, the shows over.” Conor joked.

  They finally settled down.

  In the past, Jordan would have been embarrassed to act out such brazen PDA in public, but she certainly didn’t mind it with Conor.

  She sat on one of the barstools. After he finished speaking to Siobhan he came over to her and leaned on the bar. He took one of her hands in both of his and bought it to his mouth, kissing the back of her hand and then her fingers, before he leveled her with a penetrating stare. He rested their entwined hands on the bar.

  “You know you’re spoiling me, right? I’m going to start getting used to all these kisses and caresses and I’m going to want them all the time.” She said it teasingly, but warmth spread throughout her body at the intimacy that was growing between them.

  “Good, because I want to touch you and be near you, all the time. We have a lot of lost time to make up for.”

  Did she need to pinch herself? Was she going to wake up and this would all be a dream? He seemed too good to be true, but here he was in flesh and blood, telling her he couldn’t get enough of her.

  “How was your father?”