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  Coming back into the bedroom, I notice that there's a fire going in my fireplace that wasn't there before. The thought that he came back in here while I was showering heats me more than the fire does. I smile and skip putting pajamas on. Crawling into the crisp navy-blue sheets, I pull the warm down comforter over my naked body. There's something so freeing about sleeping naked. I've been doing it since I got here.

  I lay awake for hours, fantasizing about Cormac. My pussy is so wet, it's dripping onto my thick thighs. It takes everything in me not to touch my clit to get myself off.

  Everything about him does it for me. From his kindness to his beard, the fact that he wears suspenders, and holy hell his accent. That accent is going to make my dreams so much better. At some point, I hear the door creak open.

  “Cormac?” I whisper yell.

  “Were ye expecting someone else?”

  “No. I was just checking. I can't see shit without my contacts or glasses.” Not that I could anyhow, the fire has long since died down. It's too cloudy for the moon to be seen.

  “Aye, 'tis me.”

  I feel a breeze as the covers lift. Damn, I didn’t realize how much that fire was needed.

  “What are you doing?’ I demand as the bed dips under his weight. I had been laying in the center of the bed, sprawled out, enjoying all this real estate. The queen size bed in about three times bigger than my bed at home. The hotel also had a twin-size bed because the room was about as big a postage stamp.

  “Scooch over,” he says, and I do so without thinking. Only after I do so, do I realize he didn’t answer me, but who am kidding? I want him more than I’ve wanted anything in my whole life. He settles in beside me and the covers come back over me. His big hand grazes me from my belly to my thigh. He sucks in a sharp breath.

  “Jaysus, Mary, and Joseph,” he says softly, causing me to smile. My Nan says that all the time. Not to mention Colm Meaney. The actor says it on my favorite Star Trek series. I might have had a crush on him for the last sixteen or so years. My parents are Trekkies as well and I’ve seen every episode a million times.

  “What?” I ask, even though I know.

  “You could test the celibacy of a priest, lass. Your skin is so feckin’ soft.” His fingertips run mall circles on my belly, giving me goosebumps. I've always been a head-first kind of girl, so I'm not surprised when I speak up.

  “Touch me, Cormac,” I say softly. I want his hands all over me. His hands, his cock, his lips. Everything.

  “I am touching you,” he responds thickly.

  “No. Lower,” I whimper in a husky as fuck voice.

  “Does your pussy ache? Do you need what only I can give you?”

  “Yes, please. Only ever you.”

  CHAPTER 4

  Cormac

  My Goddess sleeps naked. I am treated to the expanse of her skin underneath my fingertips and feck if it’s not the softest thing I’ve ever felt. I trail my hand down her belly to her bare, soaking wet pussy. I run my fingers through her slit gently. The feel of her cream makes me want to eat her cunt for days. God, I’ll die a happy man if I could just have her once.

  “Have you been thinking about me?” I ask gruffly. I can only hope that she has. My cock has been in a constant state of erection since she walked in the door.

  “Who else would I have been thinking about?” she says sassily. I pull my hand away from her. She forcefully grabs my wrist.

  “Don’t you dare,” she warns.

  “You don’t need to think about other men.”

  “I won’t, Cormac. Just please don’t stop again.” She guides my hand back to her pussy and I tease her clit.

  “I won’t.” I kiss her like I’m dying, and she lets me. I slide my finger into her pussy. She’s tight. Much too tight.

  “Oh God. That feels amazing,” she says, her voice husky. I kiss her again, trailing my kisses down her neck. I pull her nipple into my mouth and she arches her back. “Stop teasing me.”

  “Should I put my mouth on you?”

  “Yes, please.”

  I shift the covers off of us and spread her thighs open farther. Dipping my head down, I lick from her knee, up the inside of her thigh, before licking her pussy from clit to ass, tonguing into her pussy hole as far as I can. I growl as the spicy-sweet taste of her juice hits my tongue. She pulls my hair hard and lifts me by it.

  “You want my cock, mo grá?” I ask.

  “Yes, please. Give it to me,” she says. Damn, how’d I get so lucky? Reaching down, I pull my boxers down and climb up onto my knees. She wraps her legs around my waist, and I guide my cock to her opening, just allowing the first few inches to slide in.

  “You sure?” I ask once again. “Once I have you, there is no going back.”

  “I’m sure. I feel like I should probably tell you that I’m a virgin,” she says. Jaysus. I thought so, but I didn’t want to assume, but this makes me so feckin’ happy.

  “Me too, mo grá. You are it for me,” I assure her.

  “That makes me happy,” she says arching her hips up quickly until I am buried to hilt in her sweet pussy. “You can move now.”

  I slide in and out of her slowly at first, building up my speed. I have no idea what I am doing, but it feels amazing.

  “Feck, Finola. You are mine,” I say through clenched teeth. It’s taking everything in me not to come. She moans and meets me thrust for thrust, her nails digging into my back.

  “Didn’t we establish that when you put your massive cock into me?” I fuck her even harder with those words. I figure if she can talk that I must not be doing something right, but she damn sure sealed her fate with them. I’m never letting her go.

  “Aye, we damn sure did.” Her legs tighten around my waist and instinctively I know she is about to come all over my cock. It’s primal.

  “Oh God. I’m coming.” Her pussy clenches around me and I can’t hold back. I fill her with my seed. I drop my weight on her and she puts her arms around me.

  “Jaysus. That was feckin’ intense.” My head is on her chest and damn if I’m not hard again.

  “Again?”

  “Yes, again. I could do this forever,” I say, meaning it. She’s the best thing to ever walk through the pub door.

  “Should I also mention that I’m not on the pill or anything? Being a good Catholic girl and all,” she starts laughing.

  “Lass, you got me all kinds of tied up. You carrying my baby would send me right over the edge,” I say, practically growling. She shivers under me. “Are ye cold? I can get the fire going again.”

  “Please,” she says.

  Next time I take her I want the damn lights on. I want to be able see her. Reluctantly, I pull my cock out of her heat and get out of the bed. I raise the fire and climb back in beside her. She snuggles into my side. It feels like we’ve been sleeping side by side forever.

  She just makes everything better.

  Is it too soon be in love with her? Probably, but feck if I care. Love, at first sight, is an actual thing, you just gotta believe in it, which I always have.

  A few days later, we are closing the bar and cleaning up for the night. I haven’t been able to keep my hands off of her since the other day. I’ve fucked her so many times in the last four days that I’ve lost track. There’s no way she isn’t carrying my baby. The short black dress she has on caused our first fight this morning. One I didn’t win, much to my dismay. She looks amazing in it, but I didn’t want every other eejit in the place seeing what’s mine.

  Right now, she is bent over a table, polishing it. I creep up behind her and grind my hard cock into her ass.

  “I’m still mad at you,” she says halfheartedly.

  “Prove it,” I say in her ear.

  “How should I do that?”

  “Tell me you don’t want me to fuck you right here, right now,” I growl.

  “What about your brother?”

  “He’s at work,” I tell her.

  “Alright. Fuck me. Right here.
Right now.” She is still facing away from me, polishing the table like we aren’t having this conversation.

  I don’t have to be told twice.

  CHAPTER 5

  Finola

  He lifts my skirt and palms my ass over my panties, before ripping them off of my body. My panties are no match for his huge hands, I moan. I hear his zipper come down and halt my polishing. Smirking, I turn and look over my shoulder at him. He’s hot as hell with his suspenders pulled down off his shoulders and his pants hanging down his thighs. His shirt is unbuttoned but he’s still wearing it. His cock is hard and dripping as he jerks it while staring at my ass, and my pussy peeking through my thighs. He uses his feet to roughly spread my legs apart. I moan at the motion. How fucking hot is he? It’s hard to believe he was a virgin before we got together, but I don’t think he has a deceitful bone in his body. My pussy is dripping in anticipation. I want him. I need him. I love him and I know it’s silly, but I can’t help it. Everything he does is amazing. I might be slightly obsessed with him.

  “You ready for my cock?” he asks his fingers gripping my ass before he slaps my ass.

  “God, yes.” He slams his cock into me. His hands go to my shoulders, using them as leverage. “You are so much deeper this way.” His hand reaches around my hip and pinches my clit. “Ahh,” I moan.

  “Are you a dirty girl, Finola?” he asks, and I pause. How should I answer him? I want to be naughty right now.

  “Yes,” I say as he dips a finger into my juices before his finger finds my ass.

  “I’m going to own this too,” he says before sliding his finger further into my asshole.

  “Uh, I am so full.” Oh my God, I am going to explode. He fucks into me harder and harder, his free hand still on my shoulder. He pulls out of me and roughly flips me over, lifting my ass onto the table.

  “I need to see you when I make you come,” he growls kissing my lips, trailing down my neck to my chest. He slides back into my pussy slowly, his hand in mine, he pulls them above my head. He is slamming into me so hard, and his continued grunts, mixed with my moaning, and the squelching sound of my wet pussy and the furious sound of his balls hitting my ass. Then I hear it. The table, that is also taking a pounding, cracks loudly. Just as the table breaks, I scream loudly as my orgasm overcomes me. I feel him come inside me just as we fall to the floor. At the last second, he turns us over so that he’s the one that lands on the floor, my weight landing on him. I burst out laughing.

  “Oh my God. Are you okay?” I can’t stop laughing.

  “I’m fine, but ye gotta stop laughing. Ye makin’ me cock hard again.”

  “And that’s a bad thing?” I ask, running my fingers over his chest. His tattoos have fascinated me since the second time we made love.

  “Definitely not.” I raise my hips and pull myself off his cock and slide back down.

  “Shit, this is amazing,” I murmur.

  “You’re amazing,” he says fucking up into me.

  After we finish, he sets to work cleaning up the table shards, while I finish righting the pub.

  “I’m exhausted,” I say brushing my hair off of my face.

  “I love you,” he says from across the room.

  “What?” I automatically question. I am in complete shock. I honestly didn’t expect such a declaration so soon.

  “I love you, lass. I know it’s crazy, but I do.”

  I am so shocked, I don’t know what to say at first. He clears his throat and I stare at him like a deer in the headlights, but I snap out of it.

  “I love you too, Cormac. So. Fucking. Much.” I rush over to him and jump into his arms. He kisses me, softly. He devours my mouth, his hands are digging into my bare ass, as he ruined my panties. My wet pussy grinds on his hard abs through his shirt.

  “Feckin’ amazing,” he says before kissing me again.

  “Take me to bed,” I demand.

  He does so, and he loves me for the rest of the night.

  The next morning, I get up and take a quick shower, before making a quick breakfast.

  “Do you do food on St. Patrick’s Day?” I ask as he comes into the kitchen.

  “No. What would be the point?”

  “I think I can get more people in here,” I say.

  “Can you?”

  “I make a killer corned beef and cabbage, potatoes. The works.”

  “That would allow us to be competitive with the younger crowd. We mostly just get our regulars and the occasional tourist getting in out the rain,” he says smiling. I can’t help smiling too. Was it really only four days ago that we met?

  “I get that. Isn’t there a college up the road? College kids love nothing more than drinking and eating food they don’t have to make. I think that is a universal trait of new adults.”

  “That sounds good to me. We haven’t served food in here since me ma died. Me da could barely boil the kettle for tea. That was the first decision he made after she died.”

  “How did she pass on?”

  “Cancer. It was aggressive. She didn’t last the month. Da died last year. I’m convinced it was a broken heart and he waited until we could all fend for ourselves.”

  “That’s sweet. Love like that is rare.”

  “I don’t know about that. I believe we’ll have it in spades.” Smiling, I kiss him.

  “What were their names?”

  “David and Dareen. Why?”

  “I have an idea. Do you trust me?”

  “Of course, mo grá.”

  “Leave everything to me then,” I say. In the morning, I have a few calls to make to get this going. For this weekend, I will get what I need from the local supermarket I passed on the way into town.

  Finger’s crossed, I’m really hoping he has a car.

  CHAPTER 6

  Cormac

  By Saturday, we have had a steady stream of new customers. I don’t know how she did it, but she’s a friggin’ genius. The place is bustling with college students. I thought the regulars, also known as the crotchety old men, would balk at them, but drinking is a multigenerational sport apparently. Finola has been making what she calls “pub grub” and it’s flying out of the kitchen. Tomorrow is St. Patrick’s Day and it’s a pretty big deal ‘round here. I have a bit of a lull between the lunch crown and the late evening crowd, so I head out to the shops. I walk down the street until I get to Gallagher's Fine Jewelry. Once inside I head to the engagement ring section and pick out the first ring that screams “Finola.” It’s a pear cut emerald with diamonds around the band. It’s understated and perfect just like her. It’s absolutely insane to get married after knowing someone less than a week, but I know that I’m not wrong about her. I love her and I want to spend the rest of my life with her.

  After purchasing it, I head back to the pub, where I run into Sully on his way out yet again.

  “What the hell have ye been up to Sullivan Whelan?” I ask, clapping him on the back. I haven’t seen him in days, and I am curious as to what’s going on.

  “Nothing much. I got a job of sorts. Odd hours,” he says cryptically.

  “Where at?”

  “I can’t say.”

  “Are ye a spy or something?”

  “Not exactly. See ye later,” he says brushing past me. I shake my head and enter the pub.

  “Oi, Cormac. I need a pint,” Grady says from the bar. I love Finola, but she can’t pour a pint to save her life, but no one has the heart to tell her, myself included. Getting behind the bar, I grab his glass and pour him a Guinness, Black and Tan.

  “Perfection,” he says drinking it down.

  “Ready for tomorrow,” I ask him. He is the town's parade coordinator. Technically, he is the city mayor, but this falls under his purview and he wears many hats.

  “Very much so. This is me last bleedin’ drink though. I gotta be up at the unholy hour of six in the bleedin’ morning to make sure the floats are ready by eight,” he says. I chuckle.

  “Maybe one more pint, on the
house?” I ask empathizing with him. Six in the morning isn’t a fun time to have to wake up.

  “Maybe one more, but don’t ye goin’ and telling me harpy of a wife,” he says.

  “Your secret is safe with me,” I say pulling him another.

  “Yer a good lad, Cormac Whelan. What are you going to do about little bird in the kitchen?”

  “I’m gonna marry her, if she’ll have me,” I say honestly.

  “You should do that, before one of yer brothers or yer cousin snatches her away from ye,” Grady says finishing off his drink.

  “I plan on it. I’ll ask her tomorrow,” I say.

  “You should. A lass that looks like that and can cook is hard to pass up, even if she’s already married.” I growl. “Calm down, lad. You’ll get to keep yer pretty bird,” he says chuckling.

  “You have a good night Grady. See you tomorrow.”

  “Right you are. Save me a pint and some of what I expect will be excellent corned beef,” he says leaving after dropping a tenner on the bar.

  “You’re back,” I hear her lilting Boston accent come up from behind.

  “Miss me?”

  “Of course, I missed you. Where’d ya go?”

  “Just ran some errands,” I say cryptically. I am not ready to ruin the surprise. I have it all worked out. “Do you have everything you need for tomorrow?” I ask, pulling her into my arms for a quick kiss. The patrons cheer for us. “Oi, go back to the match,” I say pointing to old rugby match on the huge tv in the corner.

  “I do,” she says kissing me again, this time no one is paying us any attention.

  “We’ll close early tonight, since who knows when we’ll close tomorrow.”

  “Sounds good to me. I could use a hot bath and maybe a movie,”

  “I’m afraid the only movie I have is Boondock Saints.”

  “I’m surprised you don’t have Rudy,” she says rolling her eyes.

  “What’s Rudy?”

  “You’ve got to be kidding. Don’t let my brothers hear you say that.”

  “What is it? Last call,” I should. It’s only five, but tomorrow is going to long. People start filing up to the bar to pay tabs and get that last drink. Twenty minutes later, we are alone, already cleaning.