Kiss Me I'm Irish: A St. Patrick's Day Novella

by Genevieve Matthews

  “I don’t want to hurt your ankle.”

  Without being asked, I stand up and slide out of the rest of my clothes as well. “It’s completely fine, not sore at all. See?” I walk a few steps in front of him to show him how I can walk without any problems. I add a little extra sway in my hips for good measure. Once I’ve proven that my ankle is in working order, I walk to the couch and stand in front of him.

  Before I can straddle him, he reaches up and slides his finger in my folds. “Look how wet you are for me,” he says.

  He slides himself to the edge of the couch, kissing my stomach while his finger explores my pussy. I grasp his shoulders for something to hold onto before I fall down with the incredible sensations assaulting my body.

  He leans back against the couch while I stand in front of him, his fingers inside of me. I look down at his cock, hard and so ready to be ridden.

  “I want more,” I say when I look up and meet his eyes again. He slides his fingers out of me and I immediately straddle him, lifting myself just a little so the head of his cock can slide to my entrance. I don’t hesitate to lower myself onto his cock, letting him slide completely inside of me.

  Closing my eyes, I savor every sensation of his cock slowly sliding inch by glorious inch into my body. His hands are holding my hips tightly, pressing me onto him as deeply as possible. As soon as I’ve completely sheathed myself around him I slide myself up until the head of his cock slips out and then I take him inside of me again.

  “Look at me while you take my cock,” he says. I wrap my arms around his neck and look into his eyes. We start moving together, rocking our hips, searching for our release together. “You’re so beautiful. You’ve got me on my knees, love,” he says.

  His mouth claims mine again and we kiss passionately. Our breathing is ragged and labored but it just makes our kissing more desperate. He starts to thrust into me so forcefully I’m practically bouncing on his lap. My arms move down to his waist so I can keep some leverage to maintain the friction to my clit that’s making me feel like I’m going to explode.

  I’m seconds away from coming. “Yes, just like that,” I say. He pumps himself into me a few more times and as my orgasm starts to pulse inside of me all I can do is shout his name over and over again.

  I’m still high on my orgasm when Rowan slams into me one last time, his hands gripping my hips hard and shoving his cock so deep it’s almost painful. Almost. His cock pulses and throbs inside of me and after a minute his hands ease on my hips.

  I collapse onto him, resting my head on his shoulder. We’re both breathing heavily, absorbing every last bit of pleasure. Neither one of us wants to separate. After a while Rowan’s arms wrap around my waist and he lays me back down on the couch. He pulls off his condom and disappears to throw it away. When he comes back a minute later, I’ve already pulled a blanket over myself from the back of the couch. Lifting the edge of the blanket, he crawls underneath it with me.

  We hold each other for a little while. Rowan whispers, “You’re mine, Stella,” and my heart starts racing in my chest. I know it’s true. I am his now.

  “I know,” I say.

  A little time has passed and I’ve almost dozed off when Rowan finally asks the question I thought he would have asked the moment we walked in the door tonight.

  “So, what did you want to show me?” he asks, snapping me awake when I was so close to dozing off.

  I lift myself up on my elbow, resting my head in my hand. My fingers trace the lines of his muscles on his chest and down his stomach. “I found files that prove my boss is laundering money for your brother.”

  Rowan’s entire body tenses up so before he has a chance to react I quickly add, “But there’s more…my boss is skimming money off the top. He’s stealing from him.”

  Chapter 9

  Rowan stands up, grabs his jeans and pulls them back on. He starts to pace back and forth and even though this probably isn’t the time, I can’t help but admire his strong body.

  “I told you to leave things to me, Stella,” he says. “If what you found is true, your boss is a dangerous man. Who knows what he would do to keep what you found quiet.”

  I sit up on the couch and pull the blanket around myself. “He didn’t catch me. And I copied the files so I have the proof.”

  “Jesus,” he says, pacing again. Eventually he comes back to the couch and sits next to me. “Tomorrow we’ll go see my brother and go from there, I guess.”

  “I have to go to work,” I say.

  “No.” He’s shaking his head adamantly while he turns to look at me. “That’s out of the question.”

  “Rowan, if I call in sick it’ll be awfully suspicious timing. Especially considering I’ve never had a sick day in all the years I’ve worked there.”

  “I’d say you’ve earned a sick day, then.” Lately anytime a man bosses me around, it makes me cringe. Probably too many years working for Neil. When Rowan tries to tell me what to do, it has a different effect on me. I like that he cares about me enough to want to have control over the decisions I make when it comes to my safety. It certainly doesn’t mean I’m just going to cave to his demands, though.

  “You go talk to your brother, I’ll go to work. Everything will be fine for one more day while you guys figure out what to do next.”

  He’s still shaking his head in disagreement as I talk. “I’m not letting you out of my sight,” he says.

  I comb my fingers through my hair and take a deep breath. It probably doesn’t sound like a big deal to him, but missing work is a huge deal to Neil. It’ll make him more focused on me than I want him to be. It’ll be easier if I just go to work, do what I need to do, and draw absolutely no attention to myself.

  “I hate that you’re involved in this. I don’t even want to get involved. I purposefully stay away from my brother and his business dealings.”

  “That can’t be possible all the time. I mean…he’s your brother.”

  “He’s my brother by blood. Our relationship doesn’t extend much past that. Trust me when I tell you, I keep my distance.”

  “I do trust you,” I say. I can tell he needs to hear the words but he won’t accept them. He continues to shake his head.

  “Man, when you walked into my bar that night, I knew it was by accident but I swear you were the first woman in a long time that made me wish I was born a different man, in a different family. I tried to get you to leave, you were so innocent in your classy black dress, high heels and peacoat. Obviously fresh out of a corporate meeting somewhere…or whatever. I figured there was no way you’d ever go for a guy like me. And then there’s the fact that I didn’t want you getting involved in my life, either.”

  “But you sat down on the barstool, staring into my eyes, daring me to take a shot at you again and right then and there, I fell…hard. My offer was just to get you to come back but it was never going to be one night. I love the fire in you, but I’d die if anything happened to you. Just let me handle it.”

  Without a word, I reach over and take his hand. To say I’m surprised about his confession is an understatement. My fire that night came from a long day with an ass of a boss. Did I take my frustrations out on him? Absolutely. He seemed like the kind of guy who could handle it though.

  I’m not at all convinced that this is the right course of action but he’s working me over with his sweet words and soul-baring confessions.

  “Okay, you win. I won’t go tomorrow…even though I’m sick about it. It doesn’t feel right, and I know that must sound stupid but I think it’s the wrong move.”

  My anxiety is rising. Maybe I don’t understand the severity of our situation. I’m sure Rowan does have more practice with how things work when it comes to dealing with the mob. He seems so distraught about me being around Neil now that I’ve crossed the line and snooped into his business. I’m starting to think that I should be more nervous about what’s going to happen next, not just worrying that Neil will get mad that I’m finally taking
a sick day.

  “Hey.” Rowan puts his hands on my face and pulls me toward him for a kiss. “Nothing’s going to happen to you. You don’t have anything to worry about. I’m going to take care of everything.”

  “It isn’t your fault, you know. Neil is my boss regardless of if I had met you by chance at your bar or not. Who knows, eventually I might have stumbled upon the files on my own by accident and then I’d be in the same situation I am now.”

  “See,” he says running his finger along my jaw line, “I knew you were innocent.”

  Those words ignite the fire inside of me again. I do have an innocence to me but I can tell that there’s more to Rowan that he’s willing to share with me right now. The things that happened to him when he was younger make him the man who is sitting here wanting to protect me from the horrors in the world that I’ve never had to see before. In my book, that makes him one of the good guys.

  “I’m not that innocent.” To make sure he catches my meaning, I let the blanket that’s wrapped around me drop. Sliding to my knees in front of him, I use my hands to spread his thighs apart. Within seconds I have his pants around his ankles and I’m licking my lips as I stare at his cock. “And I haven’t had enough of your cock yet either. It might take all night, in fact, before I’ve had my fill.”

  “I’m okay with that,” he says. I let my hands massage their way up his legs, feeling the tight muscles flex under my fingertips. I look up and hold his stare as my mouth opens and takes the head of his cock into my mouth. I swirl my tongue around one time and then let it pop back out.

  “Ummm, don’t tease me, baby,” he says, bringing his hands to my head so he can take control.

  “Not teasing, just building the anticipation.” This time I push him even further into my mouth, bringing my hands up to fist his shaft and play with his balls. Languidly I suck up and down his cock, slowly squeezing him tightly and pumping him with my fist.

  “Fuck, you drive me crazy.” He pulls himself out of my mouth and pushes off of the couch. In the next moment I’m in his arms, legs wrapped around his waist, while he carries me back to his bedroom.

  Sometime in the night, I crawl out from under the warm covers with Rowan to first find and then use his bathroom. I don’t have to look far, the bathroom is right across the hallway. After I’ve taken care of business, I walk back into the living room to grab my phone so I can set my alarm for the morning.

  It’s really chilly now that the temperature has dropped overnight. Finding Rowan’s shirt still crumpled in a heap on the floor by the sofa, I grab it and pull it over my head. My purse is on the floor where I left it. I grab my phone and start walking back to the bedroom.

  When I push the button to unlock it, I notice that I have several missed texts. Before I go back into Rowan’s bedroom, I stand in the hallway and check my messages. There’s a message from Carmen, actually a few messages from Carmen, filling me in on the step-by-step drama unfolding on The Bachelor. She always seems to forget that I never watch that show.

  There’s a missed call and voicemail from a phone number that I don’t recognize. I pull up the voicemail screen and press the message. My stomach drops when I hear my boss’s voice on the other end of the line.

  “Miss Chambers, it’s Neil Anderson. Make sure to check your calendar, I’ve added a meeting for our team that will start promptly at ten o’clock. I’ll need you to prepare a few summaries. You’ll find an email with the names of the businesses that we’ll be reviewing tomorrow.”

  And just like that, the phone goes dead. I stand in the hallway just staring at my phone.

  “What the fuck am I going to do now?” I whisper to myself. I can’t miss work, but Rowan won’t budge about letting me go to work. Looking into his bedroom, he’s sound asleep in bed, lying on his stomach with his arm stretched out so it’s falling off of the bed. I don’t want to do anything to mess things up with him but I need to do what I think is right when it comes to my job.

  Instead of going back to bed, I walk back out into the living room and get dressed. Once I have all of my things, I slip out the front door and into the dead of night. All I can think as I make my way through the path in the woods, back to my car, which is still parked at his bar, is that I hope he can forgive me for what I’ve decided to do. And I hope I don’t come to regret my choice as well.

  Chapter 10

  The entire day has flown by. I’ve been in and out of meetings all day. Luckily, aside from our ten o’clock meeting together, I haven’t had any run-ins with Neil. Everything seemed like business as usual today. Actually, what’s worrying me even more is that I haven’t heard anything from Rowan today.

  I regretted leaving last night as soon as I got home. I cringe when I think of how he must have felt when he woke up to find me gone. I made my decision and I’ll even go as far to say that it was the right decision to make. But the longer I go without hearing from Rowan, the more nervous I’m starting to feel.

  The elevator dings and I step inside, releasing a deep breath when the doors close and I’m watching the floors count down one by one. There are still a few more floors to go when it stops and the doors slide open. I’m standing in the middle of the elevator but no one’s standing there to come inside.

  That’s strange.

  I’m stepping forward to press the button to close the doors when a hand slams against the side of the elevator, keeping it from closing.

  “Stella, there you are,” Neil says. “I need to speak with you before you leave. Come with me.” He’s holding the door, waiting for me to follow him out of the elevator. I’m searching my brain, frantic to think of a reason not to go with him.

  “Can we talk here? I have an appointment I need to get to on time.” Hopefully my nerves aren’t glaringly obvious. I’ve never had much of a poker face.

  “It won’t take long.” He’s standing there holding the elevator doors, leaving me without any other options. Hesitantly I walk out of the elevator. I assume we’re going to go back up to his office, so it throws me when he starts walking down the hallway.

  “Aren’t we going back to your office?” I ask while following closely behind him.

  “That isn’t necessary. There’s a conference room right around the corner that I use frequently.”

  To an outsider it might seem like Neil is taking me to the conference room because it’s close by and he’s trying to accommodate my schedule. I know better. Neil is never thinking about anyone other than himself. I follow him down a few hallways, each one just as empty as the next.

  Looking around I realize that this floor of the building is being remodeled. There’s no one around because the entire floor has been shut down due to the construction. The hairs on the back of my neck stand up as I start to debate in my head whether or not it’s possible that he knows I know what he’s been up to.

  I’m looking around for the nearest exit when he turns and walks into a room. There’s a long conference table, a phone, and a few chairs. That’s about it.

  He signals at one of the chairs, indicating that I should have a seat. There’s no point in arguing further so I have a seat eager to get this over with.

  He sits across the table from me. I’m trying so hard not to fidget or in any way look guilty that I start sweating. Again, I try not to move as a bead of sweat rolls down my back under my shirt. Now, in my head I’m cursing the fact that I wasn’t faster when leaving tonight. And that I went against Rowan’s suggestion to stay away from Neil until we had a better plan for dealing with him.

  “We have a problem, Stella,” Neil finally says. He’s looking over his glasses at me with his hands folded on top of one another on the table.

  I don’t trust myself to speak. I’m pretty sure whatever I say will come out sounding like a timid mouse. I wait to see if he’ll keep going and fill me in on why we’re here. He doesn’t. A small amount of time passes, though it feels like an eternity, before I finally decide to pull the Band-aid and see what he knows.

>   “What’s the problem?” I ask.

  “We’ve had a breach in security.”

  “Oh?”

  “Someone copied files off of my personal computer. Important files with information that could cause a lot of problems if it got out.” I’m forcing myself to breathe evenly and hold his eye contact when I notice the twitch in his eye. His fingers start to strum the table, as if just admitting the problem is making him agitated.

  I have no idea what the proper response is right now. Did he call me in here because he knows it was me? Or is he fishing around trying to decide if I’m guilty or not?

  It’s a huge gamble, but I say, “Maybe have security look into it?”

  He stares at me, not replying or giving anything away. Even though I’m completely losing my shit on the inside, I don’t think he really knows it was me. I’m gaining confidence as I realize this is his way of making me sweat to see if I’ll admit what I know.

  I’m learning a lot right now too, though. He’s obviously eager to fix the leak and anxious to dispose of anyone who might ruin his profitable arrangement. I don’t know Neil well, but I don’t think he’d do anything while he’s uncertain.

  “I’ll keep my ears open around the office. If I hear anything I’ll be sure to let you know. Now if you’ll excuse me, I really need to get to my appointment before I’m late.”

  I stand and start walking out of the room before he has a chance to object. I’m walking down the hallway too quickly and I start to question whether I left too abruptly. My dash for the door at the end might have confirmed my guilt in Neil’s eyes.

  I’m so busy thinking about what just happened that I’m not paying attention to where I am on the floor and which way I need to go to get back to the elevators. Stopping in the middle of the hallway, I’m looking around to see if there are any exit or elevator signs when I hear Neil’s voice.