IRISH: a Bad Boy Fighter Romance

by Olivia Hawthorne

  She sighed and said, “You two will get there before you know it. I just have that feeling in my bones, your life together is destined for happiness.”

  We talked a few moments more, but I decided to go upstairs for a nap. I couldn’t contain my tears any longer and didn’t want to cry in front of Sylvie. She’d been nothing but kind to me and I knew my sorrow would distress her.

  I had a nagging suspicion that I was being overly dramatic about it, but given the previous disasters that had sprung up around Knox and I, I guess I had a good reason.

  I curled up on the bed, held his pillow against me and fell asleep breathing in the scent of him.

  It was the only way I could get any rest.

  ***

  Melody had been right about one thing, the time went by very quickly. As an added bonus, our lawyer somehow managed to get the passport pushed through faster and I was on the private jet to Belfast in six days, not two weeks.

  I’d been a big baby for no reason after all.

  The flight was perfect, no turbulence, I could really stretch my legs and nap…and there was no evidence of the shooting that had taken place there just a short time before.

  The flight attendant was nice, she hung back until I started to ask her questions, and then we ended up playing a few games of cards to pass the time. She was a single mom in her thirties and loved Knox, not just for the generous wage he paid his employees, but for the care he extended to their children.

  Knox had apparently covered her daughter’s tuition to an exclusive private school for the next five years.

  My heart swelled at his kindness and I did wonder what he would be like as a father. I’d never wanted kids, not after the fractured upbringing I’d endured, but the more time I spent with Knox, the more I thought about having a real family.

  We landed in the evening just as the sun was setting. The plane came to a halt and I was already on my feet standing by the door waiting to exit.

  The flight attendant gave me a quick hug and told me he was already waiting. She opened the door of the plane, the stairs lowered and I shot out barely touching the ground before I was in his arms.

  “You’re so scruffy!” I laughed and tugged the beard that covered his chin now. He’d shaved the sides of his head, keeping the top long and pulled back, his mustache and beard matched the color. He looked even hotter, if that was physically possible.

  “Fek, kitten, I’ve missed ye like madness itself,” Knox said as I buried my face in his neck and wrapped my arms around him. I inhaled and drank in his scent. His beard tickled my neck and I had a sudden flash of how it would feel between my thighs. And I liked it.

  I couldn’t bring words to explain to him how hollow I’d been while we were apart, so I kissed him with a fierceness that even surprised myself. I needed him like I needed air, and I vowed to never be apart from him again.

  “Take me somewhere or I’m climbing on your cock right here,” I murmured in his ear. I felt his hardness swell in response, he lifted me a little higher and crossed the tarmac in a few long strides.

  He slid into the back of a long, black limo, gave the driver directions and hit a button that brought up the privacy screen.

  “Traffic’s bad this time a day, kitten,” he said with a wicked smile. “So ye might as well hike yer skirt up and climb on.” He unzipped his jeans and pulled his huge shaft free of them.

  I laughed and crawled towards him, taking him up on his offer.

  Chapter Thirty Nine

  Knox

  Belfast hadn’t changed in the time since I’d been gone. I mostly spent time in the penthouse Jake had arranged for me and trained in the private gym.

  I wanted to lay low because I still had ties to the city, but I couldn’t imagine living anywhere else in Ireland. The ties I had were dangerous and were with dangerous people, add to that having recently killed a high level member of the IRA meant there was probably a price on my head.

  People would want te kill me, and I didn’t want to be killed. For the first time in me life, I had something te live for.

  Every waking moment was spent texting or chattin with Lennon, and even when she was sleeping I had her leave the laptop up so I could watch her whenever I needed to see her beautiful face.

  And fek, she was beautiful.

  Ever since I met her all other women were pale comparisons. When I thought about me Lennon, my balls tightened and my cock hardened and all I could imagine was hammering deep into her pussy and filling her with babies.

  I wanted te plant a child in her so bad I felt half mad from need for it. It felt like everything I’d ever done in me life had lead me to her, and everything I ever needed was a family with me wife.

  Henry was a piece of shite human being, but as a lawyer he was the best. I didn’t know how he’d done it, but he managed to pay off the right people and get me girl to me in record time.

  I called a car and waited for her at the airport, cock stiff at attention and heart pounding like I was a wee lad waiting for his first date.

  I wanted te rip the door off the plane and fuck her right there in the aisle, but I maintained my restraint and waited for her to leap off the plane like a deer right into my waiting arms.

  She whispered dirty things in me ear, and I was done for. Gone was the romantic dinner and walk around me old neighborhood I’d planned.

  Here was the single minded desire to fek her good and hard, take a deep breath, and fek her again until we were both drunk on our lust.

  And then there would be time for love.

  I settled in the back seat of the limo and pulled her onto me cock. It was aching for her cunt, aching for her scent covering it, and aching to be joined as one with her body.

  “Kitten, I’ve missed this,” I exhaled as she straddled me lap and slid herself down my length. Her velvet heat clenched me, drew me deep and quivered against me as I locked my lips on hers.

  She moaned and began to move her hips against me, matching the rhythm of the car as it moved through Belfast’s streets.

  I pulled her down hard and pinned her body against mine, thrust up inside her and grabbed a fistful of her hair as I dominated her mouth.

  I drew back and held her head against my fist, her eyes were wide and her mouth was open in surprise. “Yer cunt is divine, kitten,” I grunted and felt her respond by fluttering against my shaft.

  “Oh Knox,” she sighed and undulated her lithe body, “I crave this, I live for this.”

  “For what?” I asked.

  “For this,” she replied breathily.

  “Tell me exactly what you want,” I commanded, “tell me.”

  “I want your cock inside of me,” she broke free at last and cried out. “I want you to fuck my pussy, fuck me hard.”

  “That’s me girl,” I replied and thrust up inside, “it’s better when ye ken speak yer mind. There’s nothing dirty between us, nothing off limits.”

  “Fuck me, Knox,” she exhaled in a little growl that sent a bolt of pleasure up my spine. She curled over and bit into my shoulder as she clenched and came.

  I thrust one more time and exploded deep inside her, exactly where nature and the fates demanded I be.

  I hissed her name as I flooded her cunt, held her tight against me and let her teeth loosen as she came down off the tension of her orgasm.

  “Fuck, ya, my beautiful girl,” I said and rubbed my hands over her back, settling them on her hips.

  “I never want to be apart again,” she sighed and sat upright. She looked down at me, her eyes glowing and her hair hanging around us like a curtain of fragrant lilies.

  “I’ll never allow it to happen,” I said. “I cannot live without ye, kitten.”

  “Then I guess I’ll just stay in Ireland as long as I can until we figure out your paperwork.”

  “I guess we’ll live wherever life takes us, as long as we’re together,” I replied and kissed her.

  She moved against me and I swelled stiff again, this time still insi
de her. The car drove, stopped and started in traffic, and we repeated our love for each other without a care in the world.

  We arrived at my penthouse satisfied and smiling secretly to each other, our bodies covered in each other’s sweat and love juices, and I knew again that I would fekking tear the head off anyone trying to get between me and me wife.

  Chapter Forty

  Lennon

  I woke up in the sunlight, stretched my legs and tried to roll over. I couldn’t, Knox had his arms wrapped tightly around me and didn’t seem likely to let me go any time soon.

  I smiled and settled back into them. I never thought I would be able to sleep so soundly with a pair of muscled arms encircling me, but I’d slept through the night in pure bliss.

  Of course it hadn’t hurt that I was exhausted from all the sex we’d had. That was just natural though, when Knox was around I was some kind of crazy sex machine.

  “Morning, kitten,” he said in a deep, sleepy voice and kissed the back of my neck.

  “Morning,” I replied and squirmed around until I was facing him. Morning breath be damned, I wanted to kiss him. I could still smell myself on his beard, and remembered the insanely good way it had felt last night as he’d eaten my pussy like a starving man.

  We managed to drag ourselves out of bed and into the shower and finally to a late breakfast.

  Knox made me eggs and toast and I fired up his espresso maker and brewed a thick, black batch of coffee to get us going for the day.

  We didn’t know how long we had in Belfast, so we decided to go sight seeing like tourists. Knox knew the place like the back of his hand of course, but it would be fun to see the city with me on his arm as he said.

  It was almost impossible to walk around without our hands all over each other, and it was almost impossible to get ten feet without somebody demanding an autograph or photo with him.

  “I hadn’t realized I’d gotten so bloody famous in me home town,” he grumbled after a group of twenty nuns had gathered around him for photos.

  “It’s interesting being out with somebody so popular,” I laughed and held onto his arm. “I don’t think we’ll get very far unless we disguise you. Should we get a big hat? Sunglasses?”

  “That was the point of the fekking beard,” he said, reaching up to rub it. “Maybe I should shave the fekking thing off.”

  “No,” I replied, “not yet. I like the way it feels between my legs.”

  “Ah, miss, yer a horny little vixen,” he laughed and grabbed me, pulled me close and kissed me in the middle of the crowded city square.

  People passed us on all sides and I didn’t care, we existed in our own world of love and passion.

  After a few more groups held us back for photos of Knox, we decided to spend the rest of the day inside and make our own dinner tonight.

  We stopped at a market on the way home and picked up some steaks, veggies for salad, and a few different types of cheese and a couple bottles of wine.

  It felt domestic and normal and utterly perfect. I was in heaven being next to Knox with nothing dramatic or terrifying happening.

  This is how our life would be once we were married. And it was worth fighting for.

  After a delicious dinner, Knox had the idea that we should sneak out to a nearby pub and enjoy some live music. I thought it sounded awesome and would be another way to see a little bit of the city. Hopefully nobody would recognize him and we could have some time to ourselves.

  The pub was huge with a stage on one end and a bank of tables on the other. We chose a booth near the back in the shadows; it was better for hiding out.

  Knox ordered his usual whiskey and I ordered a glass of wine. We listened to the band and I found myself tapping my foot to the lively Irish music. I finally had to dance; I grabbed his hand and said, “Take me out there!”

  “I don’t dance, kitten,” he replied with a laugh.

  “I’ve seen you in the ring, you dance every fight you’re in,” I told him.

  I grabbed his hand and pushed him out of the booth, dragged him into the middle of the crowded dance floor and got him moving.

  He must have lied; he was excellent on his feet. I was laughing as he spun me around when I suddenly hit a wall of muscle. I squeaked, looked up and saw a massive man standing there shooting Knox a look that would kill him if it could.

  “Knox Fekking O’Connor,” the man growled. “What the fek are ye doing back here?”

  “Brendan McCloud,” Knox growled back, standing close to me and looking down at the man. He had a couple inches on Brendan and was using it to his advantage.

  “We don’t want any trouble, we were just leaving,” I said frantically and pushed against Knox. “Let’s go home,” I pleaded with him.

  “Shite, a coward ready to run, just like the old days,” Brendan said with a sneer.

  “I ain’t never run from nothin,” Knox replied with a low, dangerous tone.

  “Ye run from us years ago. Ye couldn’t handle the shite we got into because ye was a spineless pussy,” Brendan said with a curl to his lip.

  “I didn’t want in on yer mad plan to blow up a fekking school,” Knox said loudly. “I wasn’t in it to fekking kill kids, shite for brains.”

  The crowd had spread out around us, leaving us in a circle of people half dancing and half watching the scene in front of them, waiting for a fight to break out.

  “Knox, come on,” I said and pushed against him again. He was tense, his fists were clenched tightly, but he looked down at me and smiled.

  “I ain’t gonna fight ye, Brendan, not in front of me bride,” Knox said and visibly relaxed.

  “Just like ye, always ordered about by a girl,” a woman said as she pushed out of the crowd and took Brendan’s hand. She stared at Knox with a defiant look on her beautiful, cold face.

  I saw Knox tense again, his fists clenched but his eyes were wide with surprise. He opened his mouth but seemed unable to speak.

  “Who is that?” I asked, glancing back at her and finding something familiar about her features.

  “Katie,” Knox exhaled. “She’s me wee sister.”

  Chapter Forty One

  Lennon

  “You never told me you had a sister,” I exhaled slowly and looked at the woman in front of me. She did bear more than a passing resemblance to the man I loved.

  It was her bright green eyes, her defiant jawline and definitely the thick, wavy hair. It was the exact same color as Knox’s.

  “Ah, ye not speaking of me, dear brother?” she sneered. “Hopin te forget about me after ye abandoned me in fekking Eastern Europe? Sold me off like an animal?”

  “What is she talking about?” I blurted and stared back at Knox. “You sold your sister?” A sick feeling crept into my stomach and I remembered all the times he’d mentioned being a bad man who had done bad things. Selling your own little sister was probably the baddest of all.

  “No, I never!” he exclaimed. “Sabrina said ye were killed!”

  “She also said you’d say that if I ever saw ye again,” Katie said with her eyes narrowed suspiciously. “She told me the plan was yers, ye needed money and I was the most valuable thing ye owned.”

  “I didn’t own ye, Katie,” he replied, “ye have to believe me. I’ve gone this entire time thinkin ye dead.”

  I wish I could have weighed in for him, helped defend him, but he hadn’t even mentioned a sister to me in the time we’d been together. I’d always assumed he’d been an orphan with no siblings.

  “I don’t believe ye,” Katie said, her face scrunched up with emotion. “It’s been so long, why did ye never look into it? Why did ye never come for me?”

  Knox stepped around me and crossed to her. The dancers on the floor were starting to lose interest once they realized there was no fight, but they remained in a circle around the four of us. Knox grabbed her hands and when she tried to break free, he held her harder. “I have spent many years mourning your death, Katie. I can’t have ye thinking I
sold ye or knew anything about it. How can I prove it to ye?”

  “For what it’s worth, your brother is a good man,” I said. “He’s shown me nothing but kindness and love.”

  “Yeah, for yer cunt, I’m sure,” Brendan sneered and grabbed Katie by the upper arm with one of his big, meaty hands. “Reunion’s over, ye gotta get te work.”

  “I’d love te stay and chat,” Katie said with a smirk, “but you heard ‘im. I gotta get te work.”

  “Call me,” Knox said and scribbled his number on a piece of paper before pressing it into her hand. “We got te talk, Katie. I can’t have ye revived from the dead only to lose you again.”

  “Yer cutting into valuable time,” Brendan said with a curled lip. “She don’t earn her keep, she’s got no use livin.”

  “Are you a…” I couldn’t even voice the horrible realization that had finally hit my mind. Brendan seemed to be her pimp…and Katie was a prostitute.

  “Aye,” she said with a grim smile. “We ain’t all lucky enough to land a rich bachelor with our magical pussy.”

  Brendan gave her one more hard tug and she followed him through the crowded dance floor towards the edge of the bar.

  “Are you okay?” I asked Knox, the music seemed too loud and the dancers were closing in on us. I took his hand and gently pulled him back towards our little booth in the shadows. “Let’s finish our drinks and head home. Maybe Katie will give you a call.”

  He didn’t reply, he seemed slightly dazed, as if he’d seen a ghost.

  And I supposed that if he’d thought she was dead then he really did just see a ghost.

  The ghost of his little sister.

  He sipped his drink and didn’t seem to be able to take his eyes off his sister. I could see her and Brendan arguing by the bar. She seemed upset about something, but Brendan just kept grabbing her arm and forcing her towards a small group of much older men who were leering at her.

  “I can’t do this,” Knox growled unexpectedly. “I gotta take care of me wee sis, kitten.”