F*ck of the Irish (The Hard and Dirty Holidays #4) (5 page)

CHAPTER SEVEN

Eamon

“Pull yourself together, mate.” Noel opened the blinds in our dorm room and I blinked against the sun’s harsh glare.

It was Wednesday. I’d skipped class, just like I’d done the two days before.

“Coach is going to ream your ass at practice.” Noel’s scolding had grown in intensity every day.

“I’m not going to practice.” I drew my blanket over my head.

He ripped it off and tossed it across the room. “Get up. Rise and shine. You need a goddamn shower and a shave. Shake it off. She’ll come back. And if she doesn’t, her loss… Though, that’s not true. I got a pretty good look at her that morning and damn. I would definitely do some filthy things to her sweet snatch.” He whistled.

I was out of bed in a second, my hand wrapped around his throat. “Don’t you fucking talk about her like that!”

“Better,” he choked out.

I loosened my grip. What was I doing? Noel was my friend.

He grinned; his plan of taking the piss to get me moving clearly working.

“You’re halfway to the shower. Keep on going.” He made a show of pinching his nose.

“I don’t stink.”

“Sure. Sure. Tell it to the soap bar.” He waved me into the bathroom. I dug my phone out of my shorts pocket. No messages, despite the fact I’d sent her countless texts and voicemails. The only thing that kept me from going to her dorm was Claudia. I didn’t want to ruin her relationship with Laurel any more than I already had.

“Brush it off, mate. You can’t just shut down because she’s gone.”

I slammed the bathroom door, closing off Noel’s “voice of reason” routine.

I swiped across my phone. One more message. One more time.

Every morning when I wake up and realize you don’t want me, my heart breaks all over again. ~E

I tossed my phone onto the counter and stepped into the shower.

CHAPTER EIGHT

Laurel

That text. I was sitting in my Wednesday morning Greek class, and I snuck a look at my phone. I couldn’t take it any more. I’d stayed away from him for Claudia’s sake. But now that she was already semi-serious with the Scot she’d picked up a few nights before, I refused to assuage her hurt feelings. Not after that text.

I closed my laptop and packed my backpack. The professor continued her lecture, though she raised an eyebrow at me. I never missed class. I shook my head, trying to assure her it wasn’t an emergency. But it was.

I had to get to him. I hadn’t slept well in days. I barely ate. He took up all my mental space, but I tried to stay strong for Claudia. Now, I didn’t care if she never spoke to me again. I had to be with Eamon. I’d been a fool for waiting as long as I had.

I darted out of the room and down to my car. Traffic was light because it was in the middle of a session, so I made good time to his dorm. His car wasn’t out front.
Shit
.

I sat for a moment in the parking lot and thought. I knew his schedule, for the most part, thanks to my and Claudia’s stalkerish ways. Wednesday was a practice day. I pulled out and drove the short distance to the soccer fields. I picked him out immediately, his tall, wide frame overpowering his teammates.

I parked and walked to the stands, choosing a seat along the bottom row. He wasn’t looking in my direction. Instead, he was laser-focused on the ball, cutting in front of defenders, knocking two down, and pounding to the goal. At the last minute, he passed to Noel, who scored a goal.

The coach got in Eamon’s face. He was yelling loud enough for the words to make it to my ears. “Do what we practiced. Respect the process. Cool your jets on the bench until you get your goddamn head in the game!”

Eamon trudged past the coach and was about to sit down on the bench when he spotted me, about twenty-five yards away. The second he saw me, it was as if a jolt electricity snaked between us, enough to tingle but not enough to sting. He didn’t sit. Instead, he jumped the bench and charged toward me.

I stood and my heart warmed, and I couldn’t believe I’d stayed away from him this long. He barreled over the running track and stopped just short of me.

“Eamon—”

“Shut up.” He gripped my cheeks and kissed me, wrapping his arms around me and crushing me to his chest.

I slung my arms around his neck as he bent me back, taking my mouth and plundering it with his wicked tongue. I couldn’t breathe, a haze of lust clouding what thoughts I had. I just wanted him. His scent enveloped me, sweat and his aftershave. My pussy grew wetter the more he expertly swirled his tongue around mine. He gripped my ass and pulled me to him, melding my body to his.

“Get a room, you wanker!” Noel called from the field. The rest of the team burst into laughter as Eamon straightened up and set me back on my feet.

The coach was standing on the sideline, hands on his hips. “Get the fuck out of here. No wonder you’ve been a dick for the past two practices.”

Eamon smiled and took my hand, leading me back to the parking lot.

“Don’t you have to, I don’t know, finish—”

He whirled on me and kissed me again, taking me by surprise in the best way. After a few moments he broke the kiss and started toward the parking lot again.

“Anytime you say anything that will separate you from me, that’s going to happen.”

I smiled at his back as he pulled me along. “Really?”

“Try me, love.”

“I think maybe you should stay and prac—”

He was on me in a split second. His lips were firm on mine, but he was smiling as he licked and bit at my lower lip.

“Now, come on. I want to welcome you back with a proper fucking.”

My pussy tingled at his words and I dutifully followed him to his car. He sped back to his dorm, no lights to hold us up. He kept his hand on my thigh the whole way, playing his fingers back and forth, higher and higher each time.

I broke the silence, trying to cut the tension between us. “I feel like I should explain.”

He whipped us around a corner. “No. I don’t need an explanation. I need you to know if you ever go that long without contact again, I will find you wherever you are, and fuck you until you come so many times you pass out. Clear?”

“I-I… That’s…”

“Love, I need you to understand that you’re mine. I love you. I did from the moment I saw you. Tell me you’re clear on that.” He glanced over to me, his face drawn and serious.

“I love you, too.” The words rolled off my tongue easily, as if they were always meant to be there. I sat in shocked silence at myself.

He smiled, his eyes lighting up. “Much better. I think we’re clear.”

He screeched into a parking spot and pulled me into the dorm. We’d made it up the first flight of stairs before he pushed me against the wall and kissed me. He was rough, pulling my hair and biting down my neck. My panties were soaked and I wanted him inside me more than I’d ever wanted anything in my life.

He reached under my skirt, pushing it up and rubbing his fingers against me.

“So wet, love.” Stroking back and forth over my clit, he drove me crazy as he licked and sucked my neck, his other hand in my hair keeping me still.

Pushing my panties aside, he sank a finger in me and I moaned, the sound carrying up the stairs above us.

“Fucking hell.” He withdrew his fingers and released my hair, caging my neck instead. “Don’t move. I’m going to fuck you right here against this wall.”

He pulled his shorts down, revealing his hard length. He fisted himself and stroked my exposed clit with his tip.

“Oh my god,” I tried to watch, but his hand at my throat tightened, his grip keeping my eyes on his.

Pleasure streaked through me, heightened by the knowledge that someone could catch us anytime, even in this side stairwell.

He pushed his head down to my entrance and gripped my thigh, spreading me open. “Ready, love?” He didn’t wait for an answer and pushed inside me.

I squealed at the pressure and the delicious sensation of being filled. He drew back and sank all the way, pushing my ass against the wall as I arched my back.

“Pull your top down. Show me those luscious tits.” His voice was gravelly as he started a punishing rhythm, the sounds of our skin slapping echoing all around us.

I opened my cardigan and pulled down my tank top and bra.

He gazed down and licked his lips. Then he reached down to my ass with both hands and lifted me.

“Fuck, Eamon.” He was so deep this way, my pussy open to him.

“Tight—little—cunt.” He punctuated his words with thrusts as he sucked one of my taut nipples into his mouth. I moaned and clawed at his scalp.

His teeth played along the hard bud and he bit hard enough for me to cry out. My voice seemed to spur him on, because he pounded me harder and moved to my other nipple, biting down.

I moved one hand down between us and started rubbing my clit.

“Fuck me.” He leaned away and watched me touch myself. Putting his hands beneath my knees, he spread me even farther open, using his arms to keep me against the wall.

“I’m going to come.”

“Yes you are. Keep touching yourself like that. Hot as fuck.” He stared as I pressed harder against my clit, then ran my fingers down to feel his cock sliding in and out of my slick pussy. I returned to my clit and stroked just right. My fingers combined with his thrusts had me falling over the edge.

“Eamon!” I bit my lip as my orgasm washed over me. My pussy spasmed on his cock, drawing him in deeper with each stroke. He put his forehead on mine and stared down to where he entered me again and again.

“I’m going to coat your pink pussy in me,” he gritted out.

I was too lost in my own sensations, coming back down from the strongest orgasm I could remember. He slammed me a few more times and then pulled out, his cock hovering over my pink folds as he lashed my pussy with his seed. It was warm, mixing with my own wetness. He grunted as he shot the last burst onto me.

Kissing my lips, he gently set me down and rearranged my panties. “Don’t even think of taking those off.”

“Eamon. I can’t go around with—”

“You will go around with your pussy covered in me. Oh, yes you will, love.” He glared down at me, which excited me even more. “And you won’t take these panties off until I decide to fuck you again.” He stole another quick kiss. “Lucky for you, that will be soon.”

Epilogue

Six Months Later

“Do I have to say ‘blarney’ a lot?”

Eamon laughed and squeezed my hand. We were whizzing through the streets of Dublin, far faster than seemed safe, in the back of a cab.

“I guarantee you if you say ‘blarney’ even once, my Da will think I brought home the village idiot of the Americas.”

I frowned and snuggled into his side. “So what should I say then?”

“Whatever you American women say. Like ‘nice to meet you, you silly Irish rube.’ Something like that.”

I giggled. “I’m sure that would make me plenty of fans.”

“They are going to love you. Just like I do.” He pulled my chin up to him and kissed me.

I ran my hand down his cheek to his shoulder, digging my nails in. He growled into my mouth and pulled me into his lap. His erection pressed into my ass.

“Look what you’ve done, love. We’re about to meet my Mum and Da and you’ve gotten me all stiff in me trousers.”

I grinned. “Well, what are we going to do about that?”

He looked to the driver and kissed me hard again. “We’re almost to the pub. You’re in trouble.”

He set me off his lap and adjusted himself in his pants. I was disappointed we didn’t get to go any further, but the cab was sort of gross. We pulled up outside a real pub, music and banter streaming into the night. Eamon paid the cabbie and helped me out. We walked in and Eamon waved to a table full of people but pointed to the back. The older man at the table nodded and winked at me.

“Come on. Let’s hit the loo. It was a long, hard trip, after all.” He pulled me through the people milling about. It was a lively crowd and a band played in the loft above.

The hallway at the back was narrow and long, leading to two bathrooms. He pushed me into the women’s room and chose the stall against the wall. I was so wet just contemplating what he would do to me.

“Hands on the wall, love. Bend over.” He unbuckled his belt.

I kept facing him and kicked my chin up. “No.”

“That’s my girl.” He grabbed my arm and whipped me around before grabbing the nape of my neck and forcing me to bend forward.

I reached out and braced myself on the wall. His fingers slid up my thighs and flipped my skirt up onto my lower back.

“No panties. Naughty little bit.” He slapped my ass and then skimmed his fingers down to my pussy. “Wet, love?”

“Maybe a little.”

He chuckled. “A lot. Just how I like it. Too bad I’m in a bit of a rush.” He pushed his cock head against my entrance and I sighed as he entered me.

He withdrew and slid home again before gripping me around the throat and pulling me up to him. He walked me forward so I was pinned against the wall as he surged in and out, slick sounds bouncing off the tile and back to my ears.

He held two fingers to my mouth. “Lick.” I did as he’d said, running my tongue along his fingers. He withdrew them before I could capture them in my mouth. But then those fingers were on my clit and all I could think about was the pleasure he was giving me. He got right to business pressing and rubbing the way he knew I liked it.

The outer bathroom door creaked open and someone shuffled into the stall next to ours. I moaned low as I approached my climax, and Eamon slapped one hand across my mouth.

His palm pressed against my lips and the thought of someone hearing sent me over the edge and I came with a muffled cry. Eamon was in my ear whispering what a dirty girl I was when he grunted and came, his cock kicking and filling me as the person in the stall over flushed and exited the room quickly.

He withdrew his hand and his cock, straightening his pants as I hastily cleaned up.

“Lipstick?” I asked him.

He smirked, licked his thumb, and wiped at the corner of my lip. “Perfect now. Though I must say when you look all mussed is my favorite.”

“Of course it is, bad boy.” He swatted my ass as we washed up and headed back out to meet his family.

Our quickie seemed to have soothed the few nerves I was feeling, and Eamon’s warm palm encompassing mine made everything feel right. He led me to the rowdiest table in the pub. They stopped talking and looked up at us, smiles lighting their faces. The man and woman situated at the closest end stood and embraced Eamon before looking me over.

“And who’s this lovely betty?” Eamon’s Da asked.

He took one of my hands and the older woman, Eamon’s Mum, took my other.

Eamon beamed with pride. “Mum, Da, this is Laurel, my fiancée.”

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