Just as I opened the door, I felt a big hand come around my upper arm. It startled me and I looked back with a frown. It was Rory, standing there looking at me like I'd done something wrong.
I pulled my arm out of his grasp and stared up at him angrily.
"Where de ye think yer goin'?"
I glanced behind him making sure we weren't causing a scene before looking up at him again. "Just go finish your meeting and come out there to meet me when you're done," I whispered. I didn't want to seem high-maintenance or like I needed attention, but geez, it wasn't my idea to be up there in the first place and I wasn't about to deal with the wonder twins. "Oh and I told the girl in the white dress we were seeing each other when she asked," I said.
Rory looked over his shoulder to see who I was talking about then turned to me with a smile. "Good girl," he said, smiling. Then he grabbed my arm again and his smile faded to a serious expression. "Just wait for me," he said. "It's not ye I don't trust, Megan. It's the hundreds of horny bastards who've already seen ye in yer drawers." He reached out and grabbed my hand, giving it a little squeeze. "Just give me ten minutes. Ye can wait that long, can't ye?"
Call me stubborn, but I wasn't typically the type of girl who could be talked into things. So it was a big deal for me to come back in the room when I was already halfway out the door. Addie, who knew me well, gave me a curious look when I came back to sit with her and the two girls.
"He insisted I wait here till he's done," I said, shrugging.
Nina and Gina stayed for a few more minutes. They made random chitchat, and congratulated me on winning the contest, but then said they needed to get back to their table.
"Did Rory ask you to tell them you were his girlfriend?" Addie asked, as soon as they were gone.
I rolled my eyes. "Yes. That's the whole reason he kissed me down there."
"Oh, cause I thought that was just because he liked you," Addie said, laughing. "Because it sure does look like that."
"I think he hates me but he sort of loves to hate me if that makes any sense. I think I make him nervous. He's said more than once that I'm a wild one like it was something he needed to remedy."
"I'm not surprised he won't let you out of his sight after the way he looked when he watched you perform."
I looked over at the table where Rory, his dad, and brother were talking to three other gentlemen. They were all wearing huge smiles, which made me feel a little better about avoiding a shoot out. The other three guys looked like well-groomed businessmen. Rory, Drake, and Tom were not only well-groomed, but also strikingly handsome.
Addie and I started laughing about me doing the rap for the second time, and were carrying on and cracking up when I saw Rory and Drake come to stand near us. Drake sat on the couch next to Addie, but Rory just put a hand out to help me up.
I stood up. "I don't need you to be my bodyguard," I said.
"Like hell ye don't."
"Why don't you stay up here and watch while I go down there and have a great time dancing my butt off, then you can see that I'm just fine without you."
He just stared at me like that was the stupidest thing I could have ever said. "Uh, no."
I let out a frustrated sigh. "I'm not gonna be able to get rid of you, am I?"
He gave me a half smile. "No."
The thing was… the more I was in his presence the more I was drawn to him. Maybe it was the alcohol, but the raw magnetism I felt toward him had increased substantially since the beginning of the night. He reached down for my hand and pulled me out of the booth, leading me down the hallway, but stopping before we rounded the corner to the dance floor. He turned and pinned me against the wall, looking down at me with a fierce expression.
"Stay with me tonight," he said.
My shoulders slumped at the prospect of having to explain to him yet again that I wasn't going to sleep with him.
"I'm not talking about fuckin' ye. I just want ye to sleep next to me tonight."
I gave him a skeptical glare, and he smiled. "What? I promise I won't try anything. Let me prove I'm a gentleman. Invite me to stay at yer house, and I promise I'll behave."
I had no idea what to say. I wanted so badly to take him up on the offer, but I was honestly a little confused by getting such an offer from a guy like him in the first place.
"Why would you want to do that?" I asked, skeptically.
"Because for some reason I feel like I don't want to let ye out of my sight, so I figured I should start making arrangements to be in yer presence."
"How long do you think you'll be feeling like this?" I asked, half-joking.
"I don't guess there's a way to tell that, really, now is there? For right now, all I have to go on is that I want ye standing where I can reach out and grab ye." He pulled me close to him and I giggled.
"I happen to like standing within arms reach of a tough guy like you," I said. "Makes me feel safe and secure."
He inspected my face sweetly. "I won't let anybody harm ye," he said. I knew it was an empty promise since this was never going to amount to anything, but it still sounded really romantic coming from a big, handsome warrior type like him.
Two hours later, we were done at the club and back at Tom Kelly's house. The guys from the business meeting followed us back to his house to pick up a case of Cuban cigars but only stayed for a few minutes. They seemed buddy-buddy with Tom, so I figured everything had gone well with the meeting.
Addie had driven us there, but offered to let me take her car back to our house whenever I was ready. Rory heard her offer, and put a protective arm around my shoulder. "I'll see that she gets home," he said. He looked at me. "Just tell me when yer ready and I'll give ye a ride."
"I'm ready when you are," I said, trying to sound unaffected.
We told Addie, Drake, and Tom goodbye and were headed to the door within a matter of minutes. Rory had a black Range Rover that was similar to the one Steven said he wanted when he got his license. It was never going to happen since my dad already had something else picked out, but Steven still talked about it. He would freak if he had seen me riding in one of these, especially with Rory. Steven was the cause of us meeting Captain Tom and his boys in the first place. He swore they were infamous pirates, and extremely excited when he found out Addie started seeing Drake.
I told Rory which driveway to pull into, and he drove to the front of the guesthouse and parked next to my car. "Thanks for the ride," I said, as he put the truck in park.
"Aren't ye gonna invite me in?"
"You wanna come in?"
"I thought I told ye that earlier when I said yer sleeping next to me tonight."
"I guess I just assumed we were staying at your house, and I thought you changed your mind when you wanted to give me a ride home."
I stared over the console for a few seconds and he shrugged. "So what? Yer tryin' to call it off now? Am I not invited in?"
I shrugged, trying to think about the state of affairs in my room. I knew there were several outfits lying on the bed from when I was choosing what to wear, but thought everything else was okay. "I wonder if Addie's coming back tonight?" I thought out loud.
"No. Didn't ye hear me tell them to stay at home when we were standing there in the living room?"
"I didn't hear what you guys were saying. I was listening to your dad talking to those guys about cigars."
"Well, I told Drake to keep his arse at the house since ye and I would be here."
"I guess I should invite you in, then."
He smiled and opened his door, and I did the same, climbing out of the truck and going around to meet him on his side.
"You have to leave before my brother wakes up in the morning, or he will accost you."
"I have to leave early, but I don't mind meeting him sometime. Drake said he wanted to know all about the family business and that he was hilarious."
"He's funny," I said, turning the key to open the door. "The character I channeled on stage tonight was someone Steven
would hang out with."
Rory followed me inside, and kicked off his shoes. During the next half-hour, we took individual showers before we curled up on the couch together. I absolutely couldn't believe I was getting all comfy and cozy with him. It was like we'd known each other forever. Rory didn't bring any clothes, but I called Addie and she told us where we could find some of Drake's. It was a pair of striped pajama pants and a navy blue shirt. I'd seen it on Drake before, but it was different seeing it on Rory. I wasn't prepared for sexiness to continue to ooze out of him once he was dressed in PJ's.
I brought the remote onto the couch with the intention of turning on a movie, but we ended up talking so much that we never even turned the TV on. I sat with some space between us at first, but after about an hour on the couch, we started making brief contacts. I talked with my hands intentionally, so I'd have an excuse to lay my hand on his leg or forearm briefly.
Rory was the perfect gentleman, just like he promised, which only made me want to let him break it. Even though I was slightly distracted by his appearance and the butterflies he gave me, I had a lot of fun talking to him and laughing with him. He told me stories from the boat, and I told him about my marketing job. We got along so well that it was hard for me to imagine that he was a ruthless pirate.
It was extremely late, and in spite of the fact that I was having fun, my eyes were getting heavy. I went to the hall closet and got out a couple plush cozy blankets and a pillow. "We can put on a movie to fall asleep to if you want," I said, throwing the blankets on the couch.
"Why don't we just go to bed?" He asked.
"I just assumed you'd sleep out here since, we were staying at first base."
"Do ye have a TV in yer room?"
I nodded.
"We can watch a movie in there. Take me to your bed. We'll be more comfortable in there. I won't try anything. I want to hold ye. I want to lie next to ye and hold ye while yer sleeping. Just for tonight, okay?"
Chapter 7
Rory and I fell asleep watching an episode of Arrested Development on Netflix. The last time I glanced at the bedside clock it was just after 3AM, so when I woke up at 6AM, I barely even looked at the clock before rolling over to go back to sleep. My rolling over created more space between Rory and I, and he groaned sleepily as he laid a heavy arm on me.
"Come back to me."
I didn't respond verbally, since I was relatively sure he was still sleeping, but I did scoot a little closer to him just in case.
"I want ye so bad," he said. His eyes were closed, and his words came out like more of a moan, but he said them, plain as day. Gently, he moved his arm. He took my hand and pulled it over to place it on his lap. It took me a second to realize what was going on, but his erection was unmistakable and I just stayed perfectly still and limp, thinking there was a chance I could still fake sleeping. I made a conscious effort to take controlled breaths in spite of my new inability to get adequate oxygen to my lungs.
"Make love to me Megan," he said, pleadingly. "I want ye so bad it hurts."
I knew I could lie perfectly still and ignore him or tell him I couldn't do it, and he wouldn't push the subject, but I wanted him as badly as he wanted me, and the temptation was almost unbearable. I sat there silently, giving it some real thought, and then I moved.
I didn't say a word; I just shifted so that more of me was touching more of him.
"Oh thank Christ," he said, turning into me and taking my mouth in his with no hesitation at all. "Ye won't regret it, my girl," he said, between kisses.
And just like that, we were going at it like a couple of crazy people in a frenzy to own and possess each other—each of us equally desperate to have skin on skin.
Our clothing disappeared piece by piece until we were both naked. We rubbed our bodies together, and pawed at each other in an erotic movement that seemed to pulse. His hair was long enough for me to grasp handfuls of it, which I did. I opened my mouth to him and he kissed me so deeply that I felt like I might go over the edge. I had already been close several times with him earlier, and I didn't know how much more I could take.
I climbed on top of him and positioned myself where his erection was right next to my opening. I looked down at it, feeling slightly reluctant because he was by far the biggest guy I'd ever slept with. His cock was huge, and I knew it might kill the moment, but I just had to comment. I sighed. "Rory, this thing is, uh—" I hesitated and his face broke into a grin and he shook with laughter.
"It's even meaner than usual right now too, because I want ye so damn bad, but I promise I'll try not to hurt ye."
I wanted him so bad, that instead of responding to him, I opted to kiss him again. His lips were the perfect combination of firm and soft, and I wanted his mouth on me in any capacity.
"I'm gonna give ye another little tattoo to remember me by," he said, breaking the kiss.
"I can't have that," I said instantly. "This one's probably gonna still be there when I go to work on Monday, and—"
Rory wiggled down and shifted me upward. "I'm not putting it on yer neck, I'm putting it down here on yer leg." He turned me so that I was lying on my side then he used a hand to spread my legs so that he could put his mouth to my inner thigh. He positioned it high enough that there was a threat it would touch me somewhere forbidden, and I caught myself wanting to take a hold of his head and force him against me.
His hot mouth was open on the delicate skin of my upper thigh, and I took great pleasure from feeling him suck on me. I wanted him to leave a mark on me—looked forward to inspecting it later. I moaned, and reached down to grip his hair, and when I did, I was penetrated by what I assumed was his finger. I whimpered with pleasure and gripped his hair tighter. He continued to suck on my leg as he moved gently out and then, oh yeah, more fingers this time. I felt stretched as he put what I assumed were a few fingers into me. I thrust forward, encouraging the wonderful sensation. He stopped kissing my leg and pulled back to see what he'd done.
"That's gonna be there for several days, and when ye look at it, I want ye to remember how good I made ye feel."
I didn't respond. I just let his words cover me like a comfy blanket. The next thing I knew, his hot mouth came down gently on my center. I'd really never had a boyfriend who liked to go down on me, and my first instinct was to be embarrassed about it and get him to quit, but the feeling of his perfectly warm mouth on my most sensitive spot was too amazing to end. I gripped his hair, and his fingers, which had been motionless for the past little bit, began moving very gently.
I made a conscious effort to give over to the sensation instead of overthinking it, and just when I did, I started feeling wave after wave of pure pleasure. I moaned and arched, and he filled me with his hand over and over as he continued to kiss my center.
"Oh shiiiiiit, Rory." And when I said that, he did something with his hand. Whatever it was made me feel like I was being stretched, and I lifted my hips encouraging him to stay deep. The orgasm felt warm and fluid, and a bit like I was about to melt right into him. I kept a tight grip on his hair while I rode it out, enjoying the precious seconds where I was in another realm. He turned over and rested his head on my stomach while I took a few deep breaths, coming back to reality.
"That felt really good," I whispered, finally.
"Aye," he said. His accent took me by surprise again, and I smiled at the sound of it. He swiveled and stretched out next to me.
"Do you have a condom?" I asked.
"Yes, but we don't need it," he said.
"I, uh think it's best if we, uh—"
Rory laughed. "We don't need it because I'm no gonna feck ye."
"What's feck?"
"Wha does it sound like?"
"The F-word."
He laughed again. "That's exactly what it is. I'm not gonna make love to ye. I don't want ye to do something ye'd regret."
"Can I at least do what you did for me?" I asked. I didn't feel obligated to help him finish, but I felt so good that I wanted him
to be in the same place I was.
"I'm certainly not gonna turn down an offer like that."
I shimmied under the blanket until I was face to face with his piece. It was substantially larger than any guy I'd been with, and I tentatively wrapped my hand around it. I loved the feel of his hardness under a thin layer of soft skin. His piece appealed to me in a way I'd never felt with any other guy, and I stared at it, thinking it was crazy that I was attracted to a penis. I wanted to put it in my mouth and on other various body parts. I ran my hand up and down it one time.
"Why don't ye reach down and get some of yer honey to make it slide?" It took me a second to understand what he was asking me to do, but I smiled when I figured it out. I reached between my legs. The flesh was swollen and sensitive, and there was no shortage of lubrication. I ran my fingertips along my opening before using that same hand to grip him again. This time, he slid easily through my hand.
He was so hard and thick in my grasp that I actually felt myself getting turned on again in spite of the orgasm I'd just had. I kept a grip around him as I positioned my mouth over him. I took him into my mouth as far as I felt like I could go, and I heard him let out a long sigh. I worked on him for the next minute or so, being deliberate and gentle with my movements. He was content to let me do what I wanted at first, but then he wrapped a hand around my head just as I had done to him earlier.
I knew by the way he grabbed me that he wanted more. Harder. Faster. I gave it to him. I took him into my throat more deeply than I thought I could. I felt him at the back of my throat, and it was surprisingly wonderful. I gripped him tightly and he pumped into my hand and mouth until he found his release.
When I came up from under the covers, Rory put a hand over his face, looking a lot like he was just waking up.
"Are you okay?" I asked. He opened his eyes and smiled at me before grabbing me and pulling me onto him in a fit of giggles.
"Am I okay?" he asked, sarcastically. He used a finger to tilt my chin up. "Hey," he said.
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