Filthy Irish: Love Without Limits

by Love, Frankie

  “What’s wrong?” he asks softly, his hand covering mine. Suddenly I don’t want to be sitting at the table in the kitchen. I want to be in his bed, wrapped in his arms.

  “I really like you, Ewan.”

  “That’s why ye’re crying?”

  I shake my head. “No. I get scared is all, of messing this up. Of us ... I don’t know ... of things changing.”

  “Are ye trying to put me in the friend zone, is that it?” he asks, his eyes bruised.

  I laugh, leaning in, knowing once Ewan and I start, I won’t be able to stop. “No, that’s not it at all. I just...I love being around you so much. All of you boys. But you especially. I don’t want to ruin that. And I’ve never done this ... any of it. I’m a virgin and I—”

  He cuts me off with a kiss. It’s firmer than the one from before, more urgent. Demanding. “Wendy,” he breathes. “You needn’t worry about it being ye first time.”

  “No?”

  “No.” His hands cup my face, our eyes locked. “Because I’m a virgin too.”

  Chapter Seven

  Ewan

  “Truly?” she asks.

  I nod. “I never confessed that to anyone before, never had a reason to. My entire life has been about trying to keep everything afloat, but with you in my life, I’m not scared of sinking. With you, I feel like we can swim.”

  She smiles, our foreheads touching. “Then let’s jump in, feet first.”

  I take her hand, flicking off the kitchen lights, and lead her upstairs. In my bedroom, I face her, not nervous because I know this moment is exactly right.

  “You sure have a way with flirty words,” she says. “I’d have never guessed you were...you know...”

  I run my hands over her back. “I may not have done this before, but I am a filthy Irishman at heart, love.”

  We undress quickly, my fingers running over her bare skin, every inch of her so perfect. “God, you make me hard,” I tell her, taking her hand and placing it on my thick cock.

  She closes her eyes as she strokes me, and I run my hand between her legs, her pussy wet and needy. “Oh, Ewan,” she whimpers as my fingers flutter over her folds. She is so delicate and warm. Her touch is so tender. I lead her to my bed and we lie down, face-to-face. All of this is new for both of us, but her skin is offering me everything I have ever wanted.

  “I’ve wanted this since the moment I saw ye at the airport,” I confess.

  She licks her lips, moving closer to me, her leg wrapping over mine, and I begin to finger her more deeply. “Me too,” she moans as I touch her. “The first night I wanted to kiss you so bad.”

  “But ye slapped me instead.”

  She laughs, falling onto her back as I lean between her legs, her wet pussy drawing me near. I kiss her thighs, her folds, my tongue running up and down her slit. She tastes so good, so sweet and pure. The way I imagined. I let my intuition guide me, and I finger her again, circling her clit as she reaches for my cock, stroking me until I’m a rod of steel, hungry to fill her up.

  “Oh Ewan,” she whimpers, her back arching as I finger her the way she needs. “Don’t stop,” she begs.

  I grin, why the hell would I do such a thing? I move my hand faster, loving the way she moans under my capable hand. Her pussy is juicy, so wet that I dip my mouth to her, licking her up the way she deserves. Why in God’s green earth would a man waste such delicious nectar?

  She presses a pillow to her mouth as she comes, hard. Her moaning could wake the boys and an interruption is the last thing either of us wants right now.

  I kiss her, from her pussy, past her belly. Sucking her gorgeous tits as I go. God, they are so round and full, and those sweet little nubs are hard pebbles in my mouth. My cock is a solid shaft by the time I am leaning over her, her mouth on mine. Her fingers rubbing over my velvety length and I press my hand to her pussy, so ready to fill her up.

  “Ye ready, love?” I ask, my words a whisper and she nods.

  “Please, Ewan. Don’t make me wait.”

  So I don’t. I ease my big thick cock into her creamy pussy, her body opening for me the way it was made to do. She gasps as I begin to fill her up, her sweet little cunt is so nice and tight. So feckin’ tight, and I cup her cheek, a hand on her waist.

  “I’m fallin’ fer ye,” I tell her, unable to hold back the words that are so damn true.

  Those tears fill her brilliant green eyes all over again and she blinks them away. “I’m falling for you too, Ewan O’Brion.”

  The moment is as storybook perfect as a first time can be. I fill her up, our bodies joining as one and it’s hot, sure, as feckin’ hot as I imagined - but it’s more than that.

  It’s bloody beautiful.

  “Again,” she says as we finish. “Please.”

  I laugh, loving her eager appetite and the last thing I’d imagine doing at a time like this is saying no to her.

  “Come with me,” I say, pulling her to the bathroom connected to my bedroom. I lock the door and turn on the shower. She smiles, her tits bouncing as she moves, her skin so tempting. I can’t help myself. I drop to my knees, and throw her leg over my shoulder, her back against the bathroom door. I lick her again, needing that sweet juicy pussy in my mouth, and she gasps as I tongue her up and down.

  “Oh, Ewan,” she moans, clearly delighted as I add two fingers to her dripping pussy. I finger her nice and hard until she is squirting all over my hand.

  “Oh, hell, woman,” I groan, my tongue running over her slit. “Ye’re coming so damn hard.”

  She’s whimpering, trembling as she gets off. I lift my girl to the shower. “Come on, now,” I tell her. “Let me wash you up.”

  Her smile widens. “I thought your fantasy was to have the nanny wash you up.”

  I laugh as the hot water runs over us. This girl knows me so damn well already. We’ve spent a month together, learning everything there is to know. Our quirks, our habits, our desire.

  Wendy runs her hands over my cock, my balls aching, my need growing fast.

  She gets on her knees, taking my cock in her mouth. Sucking me slowly, fondling those tight balls of mine as she goes, I groan in the mounting pleasure. Her eyes lift, meeting mine, and my cock swells with love for her.

  It’s more than falling fast - it’s falling in love. That’s what this is. Wendy is my world now. And as she bobs her sweet little head up and down, getting me off the way I’ve been craving, I know this is more than sex.

  It’s everything.

  Chapter Eight

  Wendy

  I don’t ever want to move from Ewan’s bed. Last night he made me feel things that I never thought possible. Crazy, wonderful, toe-curling things. And I want more. I want all of him.

  Body. Heart. Soul.

  It might be insane, but I’d be willing to stay here for more of it.

  In Ireland. With him.

  And I think he wants it too. He said he was falling for me ... but by the fifth time he took me, I know there was something else in those beautiful eyes of his.

  I felt it. I know he did too. His side of the bed is empty, and I run my fingers over myself, thinking of how hard his cock was when he filled me up. I circle my clit with my fingers, a smile on my lips as I satiate myself the way he satisfied me all night long, My virgin pussy is long gone - Ewan made sure of that last night. I still can’t believe he was a virgin too.

  It couldn't have been more perfect. I start to drift back to sleep when I hear a commotion downstairs. Angry words are spoken, and I hear Ewan yelling.

  Frowning, I get out of bed and dress quickly, wondering what kind of trouble the boys have gotten into now. As I start down the stairs, I hear a woman’s voice, but it isn’t Mrs. O’Flynn. I don’t recognize the woman who stands in the kitchen, but she’s got the same dark hair and facial structure as Ewan, and I have no doubt they’re related.

  “I don’t give a feck what those papers say, ye’re not taking the boys,” Ewan says, slamming a folder on the table.

>   “Ewan, be smart about this. I don’t want to have to call the Garde, but I will if I have to.”

  A small hand wraps around mine, and I glance down to find Bradan there, his eyes wide with fear as he watches the scene unfolding in the kitchen.

  “Who is that?” I ask in a whisper, crouching down to his level.

  “Aunt Naiv. My mam’s sister.” He sniffles. “She wants us to go live with her. But I want to stay here, with ye and Ewan.”

  “I know, luv,” I tell him, pulling him into a hug. But I can’t promise him that the woman won’t take him away.

  “We’re doing just fine,” Ewan yells, his face red with anger.

  “Fine?” Naiv’s voice is shrill. “Riley has gone and gotten himself a motorcycle, and Colin desecrated Mrs. O’Flynn’s sheep. And I’ve heard more than a few people talking about the trouble the twins have gotten themselves into. The fighting. They need structure—”

  “They have structure. Here. I told you, I hired a nanny—”

  “And where is this nanny?”

  “I’m here,” I say, standing and walking into the kitchen. “Wendy Ferguson.” I hold out my hand, but she doesn’t take it. “And I agree with your nephew. The boys should be here, in their home, together. Sure, they’ve gotten into some trouble, but it’s to be expected considering everything they’ve gone through this past year.”

  The women purses her lips at me. “Ye’re American?”

  “Yes.”

  She grunts. “And exactly how long are ye staying, lass?”

  “I...” Haven’t figured that out yet. And when I catch Ewan’s gaze, I see something in his gaze that I’ve never seen before - defeat.

  He knows he’s going to lose this fight.

  “I’m not sure,” I say softly. “But I care about this family, and I want what’s best for them. I think—”

  “While I appreciate yer thoughts on our family matters, ye were only hired for the summer. Am I right?”

  “Yes, but—”

  “And when ye leave, who do ye think will be here to take care of the lads?”

  “I will,” Ewan says.

  “Ye can barely take care of yerself and the bed and breakfast. Now stop the fussing and tell the boys that it’s time they pack their things.”

  “I don’t want to live with ye,” Bradan yells, tears pooling in his big blue eyes. “Yer a mean old lady and I hate ye.” He runs out the door and disappears into the green foliage that lines the property.

  Naiv takes a sharp intake of breath, and I’m about to run after Bradan when Ewan stops me.

  “Stay here, I’ll go after him.” His jaw bounces and I see the frustration in his eyes. “If I have to stay in this room with that woman a moment longer, I won’t be held responsible for what I might say.”

  I nod and squeeze his hand. He presses his lips to my forehead, then takes off after Bradan.

  Naiv is studying me when I turn back to her. “I see that my nephew has taken to ye.”

  “Would you like me to make some coffee or tea?” I ask, hoping to change the subject.

  “Tea,” she says, sitting down at the table and taking her jacket off. “I know ye must think I’m a terrible person, but I only want what’s best for the boys.”

  “I know,” I tell her, filling the kettle, then putting it on the stove. “But have you asked the boys what they want?” I carry a freshly made sponge cake to the table where she sits.

  “It’s not about what they want, but about what they need.”

  “I know I’ve only been here for a short time, but I can honestly tell you that they have everything they need here. Love. A home. Family. Do you really want to take that away from them?”

  Chapter Nine

  Ewan

  “Bradan? Where are ye, lad?” I’ve been scouring the hillside for hours, and I still haven’t found any sign of him. Riley and Colin have joined in searching.

  “He’s not out here,” Riley says, the same worry I feel shining in his eyes.

  “I don’t blame him for running,” Colin mutters. “I’ll do the same if that witch threatens to take me.”

  “Look,” I tell them, rubbing the back of my neck. “She’s got the paperwork. If she calls the Garda, there’s nothing I can do. Ye’ll have to go with her.”

  “Then I’ll run away,” Colin says, fury in his eyes.

  I sigh. “Let’s just find Bradan before ye plan yer own escape, aye?”

  “Aye,” he mumbles.

  We make our way back to the house, and I’m praying that Bradan has made his way back there, but judging by the worried look in Wendy’s eyes as she comes out to meet us, I know he hasn’t.

  “No sign of him?” I ask.

  She shakes her head. “I’ve looked in every bedroom, every closet. He’s not here.”

  “Feck,” I growl, my anger growing when I see my aunt come outside. “If something happens to him, this is on ye. Ye hear that?”

  “Ewan.” Wendy places a hand on my arm. “Let’s just focus on finding him. Is there anywhere else he could’ve gone.”

  “The tree,” Riley says, and when I look at him, his face is white with fear.

  “Ye don’t think...” I scrub my hands over my face. “He knows better. It’s too dangerous...” But even as I say it, my gut tells me that’s exactly where he is.

  “What tree?” Wendy asks, frowning up at me.

  I take her hand and start walking, fast. “There’s an old oak at the edge of the property. My grandfather planted it. But over the years the tree has rotted from the inside. The treehouse is still there, but everyone knows that it’s off limits. One of the O’Malley boys decided to climb it a few summers ago, and nearly broke his neck.”

  “Why didn’t you tear it down?”

  “I’ve been meaning to, but I’ve had other work, and the lads know not to go there.”

  “But you think Bradan is there now?”

  I squeeze her hand tighter, increasing my pace, my heart pounding in my chest. “I hope not.”

  And as the tree comes into view, I’m grateful when I don’t see any sign of him. The oak is huge, well over seventy feet, but its branches are bare of leaves, and it casts an ominous shadow over the field.

  “Bradan?” I call out, but there’s no answer.

  The wind rustles the branches, and there’s a creaking noise above us. I glance up, the platform of the tree house is twenty feet up, and the walls still hold true, making it impossible to see inside.

  I place my foot on the first ladder and start to climb.

  “What are you doing?” Wendy asks.

  “I need to see if he’s up there.”

  “You said yourself that the tree is rotten, what if it...what if it breaks, or you fall?”

  Naiv, Riley, and Colin have followed us, and I see them coming down the hill.

  “Bradan,” I call out again, hoping I’m wrong, that he didn’t climb this death trap. “If ye don’t call out now, I’m coming up after ye.”

  “I’m not going with her,” a small voice calls out from above.

  “Shit,” I mutter, anxiety racing through me. “He’s up there.”

  “Bradan,” Wendy calls out. “We need you to come down now. It’s dangerous up there.”

  “I don’t care. I don’t want to leave my home.”

  “I have to go up and get him,” I tell her.

  Her brows knit together, but she nods.

  As carefully as I can, I lift myself up the ladder and onto the first branch. It creaks beneath my weight but holds well enough. “Bradan, I know ye don’t want to leave, and I promise ye, I won’t let ye go without a fight. But I need ye to come to me now.”

  His head peeks through the opening, but when he sees Naiv standing below, his little face grows dark with fury. “Ye’re going to let her take me. Ye’re goin’ to leave just like Mam did.”

  “No. I’ll never leave ye, lad. Ever. Ye’re my kin, and that means more to me than anything. If I have to sell the bed and breakfa
st and the house to keep ye, I will. I promise ye that.”

  He sniffs. “I’m scared.”

  “I know.” I sigh. “I am too. But that just means we’re going to have to be extra brave. Okay?”

  He nods.

  “Now will ye come down?” I reach a hand to him.

  Slowly, he shifts down toward the next branch above me. I hear the snap in the wood before I see it give way. And he’s tumbling down. There are terrified screams below, and my own breath leaves me.

  I reach for him, and I swear it’s only luck that has me wrapping one arm around his chest. He lets out a cry of pain at the impact, but it would have been a lot worse if he’d hit the ground.

  “Ewan.” He scrambles against me, twisting and wrapping his arms and legs around me.

  “I’ve got ye.” And I do, but unfortunately the tree doesn’t have me, and I feel the branch I’m standing on snap. “Hold on, lad,” I yell, reaching for the ladder, just as the branch gives out. I have to use all my upper body strength to hold on and not fall.

  Carefully, I manage to get us both to the ground safely. It takes a little coaxing to get Bradan to release me.

  “Ye’re safe,” I tell him, crouching down to his level and placing my hands on his shoulders. “But ye can’t ever go back up there. Do ye know how much danger ye put yerself in?”

  “I’m sorry,” he sniffs, then wraps his arms around my neck.

  “Enough of that now,” Naiv says, approaching.

  I stand, ready for the fight I know is coming. “I’m not going to let ye take him.”

  Naiv sighs. “I’m starting to realize that. Ye O’Brions always were stubborn, ye got that from yer father. But ye also got my sister’s heart.” Her lips thin, and she shakes her head. “I may regret saying this, but I think ye boys just might be best off together in your home here.”

  “We are,” Riley says.

  “Alright,” Naiv gives a shake of her head. “If yer nanny didn’t convince me of it, this here did.”

  “So ye’re not going to try to take them?” I ask.