Forever Mine (An Ireland Forever Short Story) Read online

  Jesus.

  “I’ll be right back,” I said, wanting to get to the bathroom and back. I didn’t want her to leave. I kissed her gently, tenderly, wanting her to know this wasn’t just a hook-up.

  She nodded, and I took care of things, and hurried back, stripping off my shirt and pants. “Come to bed with me,” I said.

  She pulled her sweet little sweater over her head and then undid her bra and left them on the floor. Then her pants were gone, and she stood in front me, naked and glowing in the late afternoon light that shone into the room.

  I held out my arms, and she stepped into them. Without words, I swept her into my arms, and carried her to the bed.

  We snuggled into the blankets, my hands roaming over her. Her breast were perfect, and I leaned down to suck on her nipples. Her back arched up, and almost as though it had a mind of its own, my hand went down between her legs, opening them to sink deep inside her pussy again. I couldn’t stop touching her. Her pussy was slippery with her last orgasm, and her thighs were wet. The thought that I’d done that, that her body was like this because of me made my cock get hard again.

  This beautiful, gorgeous woman was opening up like a flower because of me. She’d done what I asked when I was growling at her like a wild animal, and I think it actually made things hotter for her. That thought made my cock rock hard.

  “What are you doing to me?” I murmured to her chest. “I’m ready for you again. I have to have you.”

  “Yes, you do. Or I will beat you to death,” she whispered, grabbing my hair and pulling me up to kiss her. “You better not just be teasing.”

  I laughed out loud. Here I thought she was quiet with a danger streak. But she was like me. Quiet and dangerous.

  “If I tease you, not only will you love it, you’ll beg for more,” I whispered against her lips.

  “Is that a challenge?”

  “Perhaps,” I pulled back to see her eyes.

  They were glittering, and hungry.

  “You’re on,” Jyn said.

  I loved a challenge. I rolled off of her and went to my pants on the floor.

  “Running away?” her voice teased me from the bed.

  “Not at all. Prepping,” I looked over my shoulder and gave her a grin. I pulled the belt from my pants, and feeling inspired, grabbed something from the closet.

  “Really?”

  My cock bobbed up and down as I walked back to the bed, and I reveled in her eyes watching me, taking me all in. I’d gotten the small box of condoms from the closet as well, and I set them on the bedside table.

  “You are planning ahead,” she said, her eyes on the box.

  “You have no idea,” I smiled in anticipation. “Will you trust me?”

  “Are you trustworthy?”

  “You have to wait and see.”

  She gazed at me, her eyes searching. “Yes,” she said finally.

  I held out the belt. “Give me your hands.”

  Slowly, she held out her hands to me, and I used the belt to tie them together, then I reached over her head, and secured it to the brass headboard.

  Her mouth opened, and her teeth caught on her bottom lip.

  I was right. She liked this. To test my theory, I slid my fingers down to her pussy, dipping into her. Even more wet than before.

  “You like this?”

  “Yes,” she breathed, her eyes wide as she watched me.

  “Then close your eyes.”

  She did, and I removed my hand, causing her to gasp. I took the tie that Janie had insisted we all bring and tied it around her eyes. “Now lean back, Jyn. Let me have you again.”

  She nodded, her teeth still worrying her lip.

  I watched her for a moment, knowing that the anticipation would heighten for her the longer I waited.

  Her legs pressed together, and she writhed on the bed. I’d never seen a woman who was more sexy in my entire life.

  I crawled onto the bed, positioning myself between her legs, and spreading them wider. I loved how she looked, splayed open before me. Then I scooted down and breathed on her pussy.

  She arched toward me.

  I pulled back, and when she’d relaxed back on the bed, I carefully licked her clit, and then down into her slit, loving the taste and feel of her.

  Her legs came up to my ears, and I pushed them back down.

  Then I held still, my mouth on her, but not moving.

  She moaned, her head moving from side to side.

  I sank my tongue into her, fucking her as deeply as I could get with just my tongue. A rush of wetness told me this was something pleasing to her and knowing that made me grin. Then I lifted my head, returning to her clit. I sucked on it, holding her legs back as her ass wiggled from the sensation.

  Then I gently bit down.

  “Declan!” She screamed.

  I sucked ferociously at her clit, letting my fingers drive back up into her, curling a little.

  Her breasts arched up as I kept my mouth pressed against her, working my hand in and out, and rolling her clit against my tongue. I felt her pussy tighten around my fingers, and I kept going, wanting to have her scream my name again.

  “Oh, God, Declan,” she whispered, her body taut, as she came in my mouth. “Oh, God,” she said again.

  I didn’t stop, wanting to give her another orgasm.

  “Oh, God, oh, please,” she moaned, the intensity making her thrash her head. “Declan, please!”

  I wanted to ask her ‘please what?’ but I didn’t want to stop sucking her clit. She had another orgasm for me, and I was going to have it. Her pussy clenched on my hand once more, and I felt a wetness on my hand as Jyn let out a high, keening sound.

  It was the best thing I’d ever heard.

  I carefully removed my mouth from her and then pulled my fingers from inside her. Making sure to rub my cock against her as I moved up to lie on top of her, I kissed her.

  She took my mouth hungrily. I loved that she wanted to kiss me after I’d eaten her. I loved all the messy parts of sex. This was one of them.

  I let my cock rub back and forth against her folds, which were so slick I had to be careful. I didn’t want to slide into her because I might not be able to stop.

  I pulled myself back, and onto my knees so that I could reach over to the table and pull out a condom. Ripping the packet open, I threw it to the floor and rolled the condom on. While I loved to make things last, watching her come in my mouth not once, but twice, watching her strain against the bonds she’d willingly allowed me to tie her with—I didn’t have the patience. My cock was close to exploding as it was. Add all these things? I was lucky I’d lasted.

  I slid back on top of her, letting my cock find her pussy again.

  “We’re not done yet,” I whispered.

  Then I thrust home.

  Jyn

  I wanted to scream, but I didn’t have a voice. He’d fucked it out of me, I thought to myself hysterically.

  It was the best thing ever. Ever. And now, he was inside me again, shoving his cock in as far as he could get, and then doing it over and over again.

  I’d never been tied up before, and I’d had a moment of ‘WTF, Jyn?’ with myself when he tied my hands to the bed. Even more so when he blindfolded me, even as my pussy was on fire at the idea.

  He lifted my ass up as he slid into me, bringing me up into his lap. The angle let him go deeper, and as he did, we both gasped.

  Holy Mary Mother of God.

  “Don’t… you stop,” I breathed.

  He didn’t answer, but hammered into me. It was the hardest sex I think I’d ever had. Over and over, he drove into me, and I welcomed it. I wanted more of him, more of his cock, more. Having my hands bound over my head made every nerve ending in my body go on alert, and so every touch, every brush of his skin against mine made my body sing.

  The way he was serving me now, my body was engaged in a three-act opera.

  Amazingly, I felt my orgasm coming. “Oh, my… oh my God,” I gasp
ed, my body shaking as Declan kept going.

  He was panting heavily, and his hands were slick against my breasts. He moved to kiss me again, and I could feel the heat rolling off him.

  “Jyn!” he shouted as he thrust once, twice, a final time.

  I could feel him coming, and the feeling took me along with him.

  Then he was still, the sound of our breathing the only sound in the room. His head came to rest on mine.

  “That was the best dinner I’ve had in a long time,” he said.

  I could hear the smile in his words.

  He kissed me once more, and then I felt his hands undo whatever he’d done with the belt. My arms felt stretched slightly; I could tell they’d be sore tomorrow.

  Arms, hell. My entire lower half of my body was going to be sore tomorrow. In the best kind of way.

  Declan slid the tie off of my eyes. He was close to me, and he kissed me again.

  This was nice. It wouldn’t be permanent, but it sure as hell was nice. Maybe I’d get to see him tomorrow. After that, I had to do some work, not only with the band, but a few places in Dublin, and then head home with pleasantly sore parts and good memories.

  I didn’t do relationships. It was another rule, like not dating guys in a band. My mom had been a band groupie, going to every show she could, whether she knew them or not. It was a show, with a band, and that was the important thing.

  Eventually, it was the only thing that was important, and she ran off with some loser from a band, leaving my dad to raise my sister and me. If it wasn’t for the Spar Island girls, and their parents, my childhood would have been a lot worse. My dad busted his ass, I was in law school, and my younger sister was in school to be a nurse, graduating at the end of this year. She would be magna cum laude, too. All due to my dad. I couldn’t remember the last time I’d seen my mother. While it was a scar, and would always be there, I was okay with not seeing her.

  I mean honestly, what did she have to offer? She left us for some guy, and they didn’t even last. She didn’t come home. Now she wasn’t just a groupie, she was an old, tired groupie who showed the effects of nights of drinking and smoking.

  Despite my job that seemed like a never-ending party, I didn’t smoke. I didn’t drink a lot. I didn’t date the guys in the band. And I didn’t do relationships.

  Easier that way.

  Everyone told me that I’d be sorry, but I didn’t believe it. My moping earlier was just that change was happening to all my friends, and it was a time of transition. Nothing to get freaked out over.

  Certainly not now, when an Irish pirate was lolling all over me, naked and sweaty and gorgeous. I smiled up at him. “The dessert was even better.”

  Declan laughed. “It was. I think there may be some more dessert on the tray, should you be interested?” The invitation was open in his eyes.

  Now it was my turn to laugh. “Oh, I’m a big fan of as much dessert as possible.”

  “Excellent.”

  I looked out the window. The sun had just set, and the night was young.

  Plenty of time for all the dessert on the tray.

  We didn’t sleep much that night. Mostly, we had sex. On every surface in the room—the coffee table with me bent over, gripping the edges and him behind me, his hands gripping my ass. Then on the bed, half on, half off, my legs up and down, and finally, in the shower.

  “Indulge me?” He asked as he worked shampoo into my hair.

  “How can I say no when you’re doing that?” I asked dreamily.

  “This is your weak spot? Thank God, woman. I was beginning to wonder if you had one.” His voice held admiration.

  I understood. He was a beast in the bedroom. It was exhilarating. “Yes, it’s one of them. Take it as a compliment. I don’t usually let anyone but Paul wash my hair.” I closed my eyes, enjoying his strong hands against my scalp.

  “Who’s Paul?”

  I opened one eye. His voice had changed. “My hairdresser. I’m a self-sufficient type. I like to do for myself.”

  “Well then thank you for allowing me to touch the blessed strands.”

  Sarcasm was sexy as fuck when the speaker was Irishing in your ear. “You are welcome,” I said grandly, reaching around to grab his ass. “Carry on.”

  “Does this mean you’ll grant me a favor, your majesty?”

  “Probably.”

  “When I’m done with this, will you bend over?”

  I looked over my shoulder. “Why yes, I think I will,” I said, desire making my voice husky.

  He smiled and lathered my hair even more. Then he rinsed it, using his fingers to dig into my scalp, making me moan.

  “That really is the most divine sound,” Declan said.

  “You have the best fingers,” I said. “Now about that favor. Were you thinking something like this?” I bent down in front of him, making sure my ass was front and center to his cock. It was hard again, and I thanked my lucky stars that I’d managed to meet the guy with the forever hard on.

  His eyes widened. He palmed my ass, then ran his hand down between my legs.

  The water ran cold before we were done. After the shower, we both staggered back to the bed. Normally, I’d have gathered my clothes and rolled out, but I was tired, and I wanted to collapse in a heap and get up again when it was daylight and coffee was in front of me.

  Declan pulled me to him, wrapping his arms around me.

  Tonight, I let him.

  His breathing against my hair lulled me into sleep.

  Declan

  I woke first. Jyn had slid away from me sometime in the night, but she was still here, curled up on the other side of the bed. I’d been worried that she’d get up and stroll out, and I’d be left trying to find her.

  There was something different about her. It wasn’t just the sex although that was amazing. The fact that she’d been up for bending over in the shower was the best. Now, when I thought of a woman in the shower, it would be her. Jyn of the perfect ass. I could write a song to it, I thought with a grin.

  Although I wasn’t sure she would appreciate it.

  Quietly, I slipped out of the bed and pulled on my discarded jeans from yesterday. I hadn’t asked her, but I would bet she was a coffee person. I called room service, and ordered tea, coffee, bacon rashers, sausage, fried eggs, and toast, bread, and marmalade. I didn’t know how hungry she’d be, but I was starving.

  I’d gone a distance the night before, I thought. If she’d let me, I’d do it again. After the show.

  I couldn’t believe she didn’t know I was part of the band. I’d watched her carefully, and nothing about her screamed groupie. Nor did I get the impression she was hiding anything on me, or trying to fish out a story.

  She really didn’t know I was in the band. I found that I liked it, but I was going to need to tell her. You know, before she saw me on stage on St. Patrick’s Day. That would not be the way to share your job with someone you were sleeping with.

  When breakfast arrived, I could see her stir in the bedroom. The server left the cart, and I went in to see if she was awake.

  “Jyn? You want some tea? Or coffee?”

  “Oh, lord. Yes, please, to the coffee. I’ll be right out,” she rolled out of the bed naked and put on her sweater. Then her panties, and jeans. She was completely unconcerned that I watched her, fascinated with the way her body moved, the way it looked in the morning light.

  “Thank you for ordering coffee. I thought about it last night, but I didn’t remember saying anything to you.”

  “I wasn’t sure if you liked coffee or tea, so I ordered both.”

  “And breakfast, too,” Jyn smiled widely, stroking me around the waist as she walked from the bedroom into the small sitting room area. “It smells fab!”

  “Then let’s eat.”

  “I like you, Declan,” Jyn said as she took a bite of sausage. “Food and sex are the signs of a good host.”

  “I do aim to please,” I said.

  “Well, you do.” />
  “What are you doing today?” I asked.

  She sighed, leaning back into the couch. “I need to go into Dublin. I have a couple of places I want to see, not just for sightseeing, but for my piece. Janie’s guy reserved a car for me. It should be here today.”

  “You ready to drive on the right side of the road?”

  She laughed. “No, but I’ll drive slow, unlike everyone else I’ve seen here, and they’ll just know I’m a tourist, and go around me, shouting and waving their arms.”

  I had to chuckle at her description of the traffic here. “Not too slow. You’ll get run down.”

  “Not a goal on my visit here. But enough of me and my day. What are you doing?”

  “I need to go to work as well.”

  “I never asked. What do you do?” Her face was open, and she seemed to be genuinely interested.

  “Oh, well, I work with the band.”

  “Yeah? Are they nice?”

  “Well, I think so. But maybe I’m biased?” I asked.

  “Probably, if you work with them. Hey, is it true they’re not pleased with the opening act guy?”

  “Is that what you heard?” Shit. I didn’t realize our fight from last month had blown up into a thing. I didn’t realize it was a thing at all. I thought it had died down as it had been just us and Conor Byrne.

  She waved a hand dismissively. “I saw something about it when I did a preliminary Google. It didn’t sound like a big deal. Just another band fight.”

  There was something in her tone that didn’t feel right. “You sound like you’ve seen a lot of those.”

  “Well, I cover a lot of shows at home. There’s always some drama. But I grew up around bands. My mom liked music a lot,” her voice hardened.

  Watching her face was like seeing a door slam shut. “Yeah? Is that where you get it?”

  She laughed, but the humor from earlier wasn’t there anymore. “Maybe. Except I don’t date all the guys in the band.”

  “That sounds exhausting,” I said lightly. Like I’d let any of my band mates near her. As if.

  “No, I don’t date guys in the band ever. But I doubt that’s a loss for anyone,” she laughed again, and this one wasn’t as hard, or as bitter. “There are tons of attractive young women roaming around the hotel.”