The Irishman

by Leigh, Elisa

  By the end of the night, we were all pissed and stumbling around. I had enough thought to walk Caitlin and I back to my place where I put Caitlin in her bed and promptly fell into mine and passed out.

  I grab a shower and change into a pair of shorts and nothing else. When I walk out to the kitchen, I’m surprised to smell coffee and see Caitlin laying on her side on the couch in one of my t-shirts that goes to her mid-thigh. Her hair is damp, and piled on the top of her head, so she must have grabbed a shower too.

  “Good morning. How’re you feelin’ sweetheart?”

  She smiles but keeps looking at her phone. The way she’s swiping at it makes me think she’s reading. “Pretty good. I made some coffee, and It didn’t turn out half bad. You didn’t have any creamer, so I made do with what you had in the refrigerator.”

  I pour a cup for me and sit on the couch in the seat closest to where she’s laying on the other couch. I watch her, I’m always watching her. I can’t take my eyes off of her. She’s so fucking beautiful I don’t know if I’ll ever get my fill of her. Eventually, she rolls over to her back, and the shirt she’s wearing shifts up her thighs, playing peekaboo with her naked pussy. I groan audibly and rub my hand over my aching dick in my shorts. Fuck me, I was at half-mast before, but now my hard on is raging. She catches me staring at her, and the beautiful angel stretches, the damn shirt lifting over her belly button. Her eyes roam my body while her hand travels over her tits, down her belly, and to her glistening pussy. She’s about to touch herself when she stops and stands in front of me, right before she lifts the shirt over her head and tosses it to the ground. I go to sit up to touch her, but she pushes me back and straddles me.

  She kisses me deeply, her lips tasting like coffee and mint, and grinds her wet pussy against my hard dick. Fuck, I’m going to come, and I’m not even inside her yet. Still kissing me, her hands trail down my stomach to my shorts. She slips her hands under the band of my shorts and starts to pull them down. I lift up, so they slide down my ass, over my knees, and I’m finally able to kick them off. My dick springs free between us. She gasps and stares at my thick, ten and a half inch dick. Yes, I measured, yes, I’m proud of my size. Caitlin tries wrapping her palm around it but isn’t able to.

  Knowing she’s a virgin, she’s not going to be loving it unless I get her good and wet first, so she’s able to take it without ripping her in half.

  I should warn her, tell her if she wants to stop we can, tell her if she’s not ready I’d gladly lose myself with my tongue in her sweet pussy. But I’m a bastard and want my dick inside her, her pussy wrapped good and tight around me. I grip her hips, and drag her pussy lips over my shaft, probably leaving bruises on her alabaster skin. The moans that come out of her are like music to my ears. Back and forth I slide her against me, her moaning, me barely hanging onto my sanity. Her smooth lips are dripping wet, so much so that my balls are bathing in her pussy juice.

  “Do you want me inside you sweetheart?” I groan when she moves over me, using me as her fuck toy.

  “I thought that was evident.”

  I grab her chin roughly and yank it up for her to look at me. “If I slide inside you, you’re mine. I don’t mean mine for right now or mine for however long you think this is lasting. I mean, you. Are. Mine. Forever. There will be no one else for you. There sure as hell won’t be anyone else for me. If you want that, put me where you want me.”

  She doesn’t move at first, and I panic hoping I didn’t just fuck up with the only one that matters. She sits up on her knees, and with a shaking hand, she grabs my shaft and lines me up at her entrance, then sinks down over me.

  She’s so wet that she slides almost halfway down before stopping, her eyes going wide, and a tear falling down her cheek. I see the panic in her face and grab her hips before she hops off of me. “Easy, take it slow.” I groan into her neck, leaving wet kisses down the slope of her neck. “That’s it, baby, just like that.” I pull a nipple into my mouth and bite down, not hard enough to hurt her, but just enough that she’s dripping down my shaft and squeezing my shoulders while pumping my dick with her magical pussy.

  “Oh, Gareth. Ohh, mmm. It’s so good, we feel so good.”

  “Fucking right we do,” I say pulling off of her nipple and sucking the other into my mouth. My Caitlin loves having her nipples sucked, I’ll have to file that away for later. Pumping harder and faster inside her, I bottom out and Caitlin squeals, and comes all over my dick.

  Once she’s finished her orgasm, I stand up, with my dick deep inside her and walk us to my bedroom. I stop midway and press her against the wall. I pepper soft kisses against her face and her neck, and her fingers twist in my hair, pulling just hard enough to have my dick on the verge of releasing inside her unprotected womb.

  “God, oh god, just like that. You’re so deep.” She whines.

  I pull out of her, knowing if I don’t I won’t last. I walk us to my bed, laying her down on her back, and look at my beautiful woman. “Spread those thighs,” I grunt.

  She does just as I say and I crawl up between her thighs and slide back inside her snug pussy. I glimpse her eyes rolling in the back of her head just as mine close. “This tight pussy is all mine. Say it!” I demand.

  “It’s yours.” She moans while I thrust inside her at a punishing pace.

  “Say it all,” I grunt, sweat dripping down the side of my face and landing between her huge tits that are bouncing everywhere. The image is dirty as fuck, but I love it. I love that while I fuck her senseless, I’m marking her as mine.

  “This tight pussy is yours. Ohh, it’s yours. It’s yours.” She chants while my dick slides past her cervix and into her womb.

  When Caitlin digs her nails into my shoulder and her heels into my ass, I lose it. “Shite, oh god damn.” I thrust quickly, and thumb her clit, needing her to come with me. Just as I’m almost finished coming, Caitlin’s orgasm hits, her pussy walls spasming around my shaft.

  I fall against her, the full weight of my body resting on her. I nuzzle her face, and drop a kiss on her temple, and then her forehead, before resting my forehead against hers. “Jesus, Caitlin. That was one in a million sweetheart. I’m never letting you go.”

  After a while, I slide off of her and lie on my back. “Come here Caitlin, let me hold you.”

  Caitlin snuggles into my side, resting her head against my chest. She’s quiet, lost in thought, and I’ll give her as much time as she needs to come to terms with what just happened. Letting her go isn’t an option. She’s changed my world, and I’ll do everything to protect my new existence. I run my fingers through her dark brown hair thanking God he gave me such a precious gift.

  Chapter 10

  Caitlin

  It’s been three weeks since we made love.

  Three weeks since my world went from greys and pale undertones to bright colors. The first week we were in Ireland we spent traveling around, exploring all the place I’ve heard about but never been. Being here has made me feel closer to my parents in a way that nothing else has before since their deaths.

  Gareth went back to work the following week. He showed me around his office at Whelan Inc. and introduced me to the small staff that he has there. I found out that he doesn’t usually travel for work, but in rare instances, he will go to the company’s home base to meet with the owner to set them at ease.

  Right now I’m on my way to his office like I do most days he’s at work, to meet him for lunch. Usually, he’ll have Royce, his assistant order something for us. Today I decided to do something special for him. I packed a picnic and even found a cute picnic basket to put it all in. I also found a cute new dress to wear and hopefully drive him crazy. Since the first day that we met we haven’t been able to keep our hands off of each other, but over the past couple of days, he’s been distant. Something is going on, and I intend to find out what by persuading him with all the things he can’t resist.

  Walking into the building, I take the elevator up to the tenth floor. Roy
ce is on the phone at his desk but he’s looking away and doesn’t see me come in, so I walk straight into Gareth’s office.

  He’s turned around staring out of his windows talking to someone on the phone but turns when he hears me enter. I don’t like the look he gives me, and I start to wonder if I should have waited for Royce to let me know if it was okay for me to go in. I’ve come into his office when he’s been on the phone before, so I don’t know why me coming in now would upset him so much. I set the picnic basket down on the table he has in his office and cross my arms. My sleeveless dress and too much cleavage is making me feel foolish instead of sexy like I did only moments ago.

  “I need to call you back. Yes. Don’t worry, Serena, I’ll figure it out. Goodbye.”

  He sets his phone down and looks at me. “Royce!”

  “Yes, sir,” Royce says, running into his office.

  “I told you to let me know when Ms. Shepherd arrived.”

  Royce looks confused, but he nods and looks over at me. “I’m sorry sir, I didn’t see her walk in. I’ll make sure to let you know - ”

  “What the fuck am I paying you for if you can’t do your fucking job?”

  “Gareth, take it easy. He didn’t see me come in. He looked busy on the phone, and I didn't want to bother him. He usually just tells me to go on back, so I didn’t think it would be a problem.”

  “A problem?” He comes around his desk and stands a few feet from me, looking like the grumpy Irishman I first thought him to be. “This is my workplace, Caitlin. I can’t just have you showing up every fucking day for lunch. I have shit I need to get done here.”

  His words are like lashes of a whip, leaving welts, breaking down what we worked so hard to build up since we’ve met.

  Pasting on the fakest smile I’ve ever worn, I turn to Royce, doing my best to keep the tears at bay. “Royce, I didn't mean to get you in trouble just now.”

  “You’re fine Ms. Shepherd.” He tells me, looking more than uncomfortable.

  I turn back to Gareth, not even trying to be pleasant. “I’ll let you get back to work.”

  I turn on my heel and walk out of his office. Fuck him! He shouts for me to come back, but I ignore him. If he really wants me, he can come and talk to me like the man I’ve known, not the asshole he’s being right now.

  I get to the elevator and push the button to call the car up. Royce jogs up to me. “He’s asking for you, Ms. Shepherd.”

  “I’m sure he is. Tell him to go fuck himself. You can quote me on that, I’d hate for you to lose your job for something I’ve said.”

  Royce smiles at me sadly. “You did nothing wrong.” He squeezes my shoulder gently and then walks away when the doors open to the elevator. When the doors close, stupid tears stream down my cheeks. I am livid. More than livid. Not only did he embarrass me, but he also made me feel like I didn’t matter, like my presence was bothering him, as if the last three weeks meant nothing.

  I walk out of the building, mascara running down my face, with my head held high. I chased happiness like Uncle Finn said, and it was good, for a little while at least. Good things can only last so long though. I grab a taxi back to his apartment, bypassing the pub and going up the back entrance. I’m in no state to talk to the girls right now. Knowing them like I do, they’d probably be ready to fuck somebody up for making me cry. I can’t drag them into this.

  As soon as I walk in the door, I go to my room, the one I haven’t slept in since that first night and pace the floors. I think about calling Maggie, but I don’t want to let her down. She’s been rooting for Gareth and I. If I called Uncle Finn he’d probably buy me a plane ticket to come home, is that what I want? Nothing of mine is in this room. All of the clothes he bought for me are even in his closet.

  I tear the dress off of me, hating myself for buying it. I’m so foolish. I should have known. I should have known this wouldn’t last. I walk into his bedroom and grab my clothes, the ones that are mine, that I wore onto the jet, and change into them. This is just one piece of my wall, being built back up, to shut him back out. I don’t want anything from him, even though ninety-eight percent of the things that are mine here, he bought for me. He also bought me a new cell phone when my old one died on me. I tried to pay for it, but he refused. He said that it was his job to take care of his woman. Fuck him!

  I’m so angry I want to cry. I want to scream and throw things and tear everything apart. But I don’t, because I know that’s what crazy women do. Maybe crazy women have the right fucking idea because it sounds like the perfect fucking plan right now. There’s so much rage pumping through me, I feel as though fire could burst out of me and burn the place down, now that sounds like a cool fucking plan.

  I curl up into a ball thinking about everything I want to tell him. I argue with him for hours, in my head, getting absolutely nowhere. Eventually, I fall asleep.

  When Gareth walks back into the apartment much later than usual, my worst fears come true. There is no warmth left in his gaze.

  “It’s time for you to go back home, Caitlin. You need to leave.”

  “What do you mean I need to leave? You’re the one brought me here. You promised me that I was yours and there wouldn’t be anyone else for you.”

  He looks tired and over it, over me. He rubs his hands down his face and pinches the bridge of his nose. “Let’s not make this harder than it needs to be. I feel bad enough already.”

  Tears stream down my face. “I don’t understand. Explain to me what has changed. This doesn’t make any sense.”

  “What is there to understand? I don’t want you anymore!” He shouts.

  I dry my tears and hold my head up high. “Got it.”

  I grab my purse and leave everything behind. Anything I take with me will only remind me of him. When I walk out the door, I look back, and he’s staring down at his phone. I leave through the back entrance, and I don’t bother saying goodbye to anyone, it would be too hard. The taxi I called for arrives quickly, and I ask him to take me to the airport, there’s nothing left for me here. I rub my nonexistent baby bump and promise to love my little nugget, you don’t need someone in your life who can throw you away after such a short time, like what you had didn’t matter. I’ll protect you from that pain.

  The ride to the airport is uneventful, except for the rain. I hope that it doesn’t cause delays. I just booked a flight that is leaving in two hours, if it’s delayed they might just cancel the flight until morning. I’m sure there are a few hotels near the airport that would have a room available.

  The closer we get to the airport the heavier the rain falls. There’s a flash of light, a squeal of tires, and then everything goes black.

  Chapter 11

  Gareth

  Today has been a total fuck up since I walked into the office and Royce told me he found some things I needed to take a look at. After spending the next hour reading over his findings, and double checking everything, I realized the company we were currently working with had some significant discrepancies. My team and I spent the morning combing through all of their records only to find that the Toliver Lido, the co-owner of Lido Enterprises has been embezzling money to fund his drug habit. I was on the phone delivering the news to his sister, Serena Lido when Caitlin strolled in looking dressed to kill.

  What makes it all worse is I took everything out on my Caitlin. I love her more than life itself, yet I treated her like shit. If she ever forgives me, I don’t know if I’ll ever be able to forgive myself for how I treated her today. I’ve tried calling her over thirty times to no avail. I ended up calling Cormac and had him send the girls up to our apartment to see if she was there. All he would tell me is Finola told him she was taking a nap. Shortly after I got a message from Finola telling me, she would break my face if I hurt Caitlin.

  I’ve been stuck at the office all day trying to clean this mess up. I have to say this is a first for me. Usually, the owner will make some bad business decisions to try and get their business in a better
position. I can look at all the pieces and tell them what needs to be done to get back to a good place again. But this is something else. Mr. Lido had all but drained their business accounts dry. He pulled one of the top accountants from his company in on his scheme so no one would find out what he was up to. He has done damage I’m not sure how they’ll be able to come back from. The first thing I told Ms. Lido to do was to notify the police so she can take legal action against her brother. It was hard for her to hear, but after talking to her for a while, she agreed that’s what would be best for her father’s company.

  It’s seven thirty, and I’m mentally exhausted from this fuck up of a day. By the time I make it up the stairs to my apartment, I hear Caitlin screaming. I quickly unlock the door and rush to our bedroom to find it empty. I look in the guest bedroom and see her there curled up in a ball screaming and in tears. It’s only after I sit beside her and try talking to her that I realize she’s in the middle of a bad dream. The only thing I can think of to do is to crawl in behind her and hold her, soothing her until she’s worked through whatever nightmare she’s having. I tell her how much I love her. How I’m never going to put her through that again. That I’ll talk to her about what’s going on instead of blowing up. I promise to love her always, and she did nothing wrong. I repeat these over and over until her body stops shaking and she relaxes against me.

  “It was so real.”

  “What was a chroí?”

  “You know, I haven’t had a bad dream since you walked into my uncle’s pub. They’ve all been so good, mostly about us.”

  “Did you have a lot of bad dreams before?”

  She nods. “I used to have them almost every night after my parents died. Night terrors, my therapist called them. She told me to journal them, to get it all out, and get rid of it.”