Shamrock Kisses

by M. K. Moore

  “Get off of me!” I scream as he pushes me face first into a locker and tries to pull my pants down. Please, please this can't be happening.

  Chapter Four

  Ryder

  Looking at my watch, I realize she is almost ten minutes late. I unfold myself from my truck and head into the hospital. The waiting room is crazy and since no one is paying attention, I slide into the back area with a couple being let back through the auto-lock double doors. When I get to the nurse’s station, I don’t see her anywhere. There is no cause for panic, but for some reason I can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong. Very wrong. Sweat is trickling down my brow and this feeling in my stomach is a new one. Glancing around, I spot Magen glancing over a chart. “Mags, where is Suzy?” I say frantically.

  She looks up startled. “Uh, Ryder. You scared me. The last time I saw her she was clocking out.”

  “Where does that happen?” I ask impatiently.

  “Third door on the right.” I take off at a run. Magen yells after me.

  “You need a code.”

  As I approach the door, I hear Suzy scream, but it’s muffled like a hand is over her mouth.

  My flight or fight responses kick in. I don’t think, I just react. I lose my fucking mind and kick the door in. I was not prepared for what I see. Dr. Douche has my girl pinned to the floor and he is touching her chest through a torn scrub top. Her bra is torn down, and she has tears streaming down her face. Her eyes are closed, and I hate that she has resigned herself to this fate. That pisses me off even more.

  I pull him off of her, tossing him a few feet away from Suzy and immediately start punching the shit out of his smug face, while he is down on the ground. I can see from the corner of my eye that she is scrambling up and is on her phone in a hurry.

  “What makes you think you can touch what’s mine?” I yell in his face. I am so riled up. All those days at the gym have paid off. I just keep punching him. He says nothing, but most predators are cowards at heart, so I don’t really expect him to say anything.

  My hands are bloody and torn to shreds and he is just whimpering like the piece of shit he is when I feel Suzy touch my shoulder.

  “Ryder. Ryder. You have to stop. I called the police.”

  Dropping my hands from his face, I back away. Her tits are still hanging out, so I pull my shirt over my head and down over hers. That dick’s blood is on it, but at least she is covered.

  Pulling her into my arms, I kiss her forehead. There is no other option but to hold her. There is a real possibility I’ll snap further if I don't. Never have I been so fucking pissed before.

  “Are you ok, Anamchara?” I need her to be okay. I couldn’t handle it if she wasn’t.

  “I’m fine. Nothing happened.” She looks so panicked. Worried that I’ll think she is damaged goods.

  “Suzy, I will never get that image out of my head. Are you sure you are ok?”

  “I’m fine, I promise RyRy. I just want this dick in jail, where he belongs.”

  Looking down into her eyes, noticing there is some slight bruising around her mouth and down her neck. There are still tears streaming down her beautiful face. I want to kill that mother fucker.

  I look over to where Cole is curled up in the fetal position on the floor. It takes everything in me to keep from stomping his ass. He is lucky two police officers just walked into the room.

  One of which is our new sheriff. Sheriff Zane Lawrence was elected in an emergency election seventeen days ago. He is Kissing Junction’s first openly gay sheriff. Everybody calls him Law. It suits him.

  The previous sheriff resigned after allegations of monetary abuse while he was having an affair with Donnie’s ex-wife who is now his wife.

  He took a job in another small town about fifty miles from here. Good riddance, motherfucker.

  At first, they try to cuff me, and I suppose I don’t blame them. I am the one covered in blood. Suzy steps in and explains the situation. She presses charges. With her bruises and torn shirt, they arrest Cole and I take my girl home.

  Cole’s side of the story was that it was consensual. What that idiot failed to realize is that the room had audio surveillance and cameras near the time clock, where she ran to. The lockers were not covered by these. Suzy knew that and ran into the range of the cameras. She is so smart. I am so proud of her.

  “Suzy, let’s get you home.”

  “I don’t want to be alone right now.”

  “Anamchara, I wouldn’t be able to leave you right now even if I had too. You are coming home with me.” I say with finality.

  When she smiles up at me, I know I will never leave her fucking side again. I love this woman, I just need the balls to tell her, but now isn’t the time.

  “This is far from over Anamchara, you know, that right?

  “I know. But I won’t be the reason that he actually hurts someone. It ends now.”

  My girl is so strong. I just want to take care of her. She doesn’t really need me, but I want her to. Leading her out of the room, over the door I kicked in and out of the hospital, I keep her close to me to avoid the stares of her nosey ass co-workers. We go directly to my house. Once she is in the bathroom, I breathe a sigh of relief, thought it was hard for me to let her have some privacy. I want to go in there and comfort her, help her. Anything to alleviate the helplessness I feel. But I don’t do that. I give her some space to collect herself.

  For now, just the thought of her being safe in my home is enough. The knot in my chest finally loosens and going into the kitchen, I pour myself of shot of bourbon. Suzy comes out a few minutes later, her hair wrapped in a towel, and she is just wearing one of my t-shirts. She smells of my body wash and I have to take several deep breaths.

  Now is not the time to have a massive hard on, so I will it away.

  “Can I have one of those?” She asks, coming up beside me and laying her head on my chest.

  “Sure.” I say as I grab her a glass and pouring her a generous shot. “Do you want to talk about it?” I ask her.

  “Nope, I honestly just want to forget it ever happened.”

  “Really?”

  “Yep, I am good. I promise.”

  “Ok. Should I order a pizza?” I ask, changing the subject.

  “That would be fantastic. I am starving.” She says.

  “Pepperoni sound good?”

  “My fave.” She claps her hands. She is handling this better than I am. I want to go down to the jail and kick his sorry ass some more.

  Ordering the pizza, I go into the living room. She is sprawled out on the couch and covered up with my sister’s leopard print blanket, watching Bones.

  “Why are you watching this?”

  “JoJo says it’s amazing. I’ve never seen it. Have you?”

  “Every episode. Verity loved it.”

  “Oh, we can totally watch something else.”

  “No, this is fine. It’s rewatchable.”

  She giggles and leans back on the couch.

  “When will the pizza be here?” She asks me.

  “Rocco said about twenty minutes.”

  “Rocco is the cutest!” She says laughing.

  Despite him being seventy and a grandfather to about twenty, I can’t help feeling a little jealous.

  We watch the first episode until the doorbell rings.

  I pay the delivery kid and bring it back to the living room.

  She has gone into the kitchen and come back carrying two bottles of Guinness and two paper plates.

  “Perfect.” I say as she sits down. Though I mean her, the beer is a good choice too.

  We eat our pizza in silence, watching the show. Several episodes later, she stands up, stretching. My shirt rises a few inches and I can see that she doesn’t have any panties on. She must be trying to kill me and test my patience all at once.

  When she goes to throw out the garbage in the kitchen, I go and throw on some plaid pajama bottoms, forgoing a shirt. When I come back into the living room, I
hear a slight gasp as she takes in my shirtless state.

  “Are you ever going to tell me what that means?” She asks.

  “Soon.” I say laughing.

  “That’s not fair.” She says pouting a little.

  “Aww, it’s not that hard. It is in English, you just gotta stare it for a while.”

  “Come here, so I can stare at it then.”

  You don’t have to tell me twice. I walk over and lay on the lounge side of the L-shaped couch. She is laying the other way on her stomach. Her tits look obscene, pushed up to her chin like that.

  Only an animal would try anything after the night she has had.

  She runs her fingers over the Celtic Knot tattoo for what seems like hours.

  “Oh my God, Ryder. This says Suzette.” She is crying again, but not overly so.

  “It does. I told you I only have tattoos that mean something to me.”

  “I mean something to you? When did you get this?”

  I grab her hand and bring her palm to my lips and place a light kiss in it.

  “Yes, you do. I got this four days after we met. I would have done it sooner, but Brooklynne was booked up.”

  “Brooklynne?”

  “My tattoo artist. She’s young, but she is so talented.”

  “She is. Maybe I should make an appointment with her. I have some ideas.”

  “We’ll call her tomorrow.”

  “Are we going to have sex now?”

  “No, Anamchara. Now isn’t the time. You’ve been through something awful tonight, and I don’t want you to have any regrets when it comes to me.”

  “I could never regret you, Ryder.”

  “Let’s just go to bed and see what tomorrow brings.” I say. We get up and go into my bedroom.

  “This is so your style.” She says giggling.

  “You mean you don’t like the steampunk, lumberjack look?”

  “Not so much.” She says, crawling into my unmade bed.

  “Sorry it’s such a mess.” I say.

  “You just need a woman’s touch. As long as I am not laying in what remains of another girl, I’ll be just fine.” She keeps laughing.

  I don’t know what to say to that, so I just go with the truth as I climb in beside her.

  “Let me just get one thing straight. I have never had anyone else in this house. It’s been at least three years since I’ve been with anyone, probably longer.”

  She scoots over to the middle of the bed and kisses me fiercely. Our first real kiss. It is the perfect balance of hard and soft. My cock hardens, and her little pussy is rubbing against my thigh. Our kiss goes on and on. I am not exactly sure how long it lasted, but I can tell from her moans and the wet spot on my pants that she has come. I have to force myself to pull away from her. Her lips are swollen, and she looks a little dazed. Which is how I feel.

  “Thank you for telling me that. I had no right to say something like that. I’m sorry.”

  “You have every right. I’d be pissed if the situation were reversed.”

  “Trust me when I say that would never happen.” She says before settling on my chest.

  Does she mean what I think she does? Before I have a chance to clarify, she is softly snoring.

  Chuckling to myself, I fall asleep with her. Tomorrow is another day.

  Chapter Five

  Suzy

  I wake with Ryder wrapped around me. His head is on my chest and his leg is over mine. He has plastered himself to me. It’s like he is trying to keep me safe even in his sleep.

  I lightly run my fingers through his hair and think back on yesterday. It was the scariest thing that has ever happened to me and it made me realize that I’m done fighting this.

  I want Ryder to be my forever. When he came charging into that room last night I knew he would always protect me. I shudder slightly as I think about what would have happened if he didn't show up or if he had come too late. Somehow, I think he knew that I needed him, and he came.

  I lightly run my fingers through his beard as I look down at him. He really is the most beautiful man I have ever seen, and I am starting to picture our lives together. He starts to stir as I run my fingers down his back nuzzling my chest and his arm tightens around me.

  “RyRy?”

  “Hmm?” He sits up a little and looks at me.

  “Are you okay, Anamchara? Did you have a bad dream?” My heart swells as I look at this big strong man looking so worried about me.

  I lean up and kiss his lips. He groans and rolls us over, so I am on top of him. My legs are on either side of his waist. When his cock touches my panty covered pussy I moan into his mouth. He lets out a deep growl that vibrates through his chest. He runs his hands over my curves.

  When I start to move my hips, he groans and pulls away from our kiss, breathing heavily.

  “Baby, if we don’t stop now I am going to rip these tiny little panties off and fuck you until you know who you belong to.” He says in a gravelly voice. I bite my lip and sit up on his lap, running my fingers through his chest hair. His eyes glaze over with lust and his hard cock throbs underneath me.

  “RyRy, I want to be yours and only yours. I only wish I hadn’t wasted so much time. The feelings that I have every time you are near me scare the shit out of me, but I am done running.”

  He grabs my hips in his strong hands and sits up, so our mouths are inches apart.

  “Suzy you have been mine ever since I first saw you. I knew the moment you opened that sassy mouth of yours that you were my Anamchara. You were made just for me.” I kiss him softly as I wrap my arms around his shoulders.

  “Make love to me Ryder, please I need you, make me yours.” His hands on my hips tighten as he searches my eyes.

  “Are you sure? I don’t want to hurt you baby, you had a horrible experience last night.”

  My eyes fill with tears as this man, the man that I am falling in love with looks at me with such a troubled expression. His cock might be hard, and I know he wants me, but he is fighting with himself all because he's worried about me.

  I lean forward and kiss him all over his face when I reach his mouth I look at him letting him see my need for him.

  “Love me RyRy, I want you to love me like you'll never let me go.”

  He groans before wrapping my hair around his fist and pulls my hip closer, so his cock is rubbing against my clit. I start moving my hips, teasing us both as my pussy soaks my panties.

  I know I must be leaving a wet spot on his boxers, but I can't bring myself to care. I love the way his hard cock feels against my pussy. It makes me feel alive and naughty.

  Every time it hits my clit I shudder and moan. He pulls away from out kiss with a light nip to my bottom lip. I'm breathing heavy and my pussy aches for him to fill me.

  “We gotta slow down baby, this hot little pussy of yours is going to unman me and you deserve more than a hard-fast fuck our first time, you deserve to be loved and caressed.”

  “Ryder, please I need you. I ache.” I whine as I try to move my hips and dig my finger into his shoulders. He flips us over so I’m under him and he is cradled between my thighs.

  “I’ll take care of you Anamchara, but you asked me to love you and that's what I plan on doing.” He leans away from me and sits on his knees just staring at me like he doesn't know where he wants to touch me first.

  “Ryder please, please touch me. I need to feel your touch.”

  I beg as he runs his hands up my thighs.

  “Where do you want me to touch you baby?”

  “Touch me everywhere. I love the way your hands feel against my skin.”

  He lets out an animalistic sound and picks up my leg, kissing my ankle and up my calf, when he gets to my knee he moves to the other leg.

  His lips feel so good on my skin I can't help but squirm as he moves further up my legs to my thighs, kissing them before leaving little love bites along each thigh. I groan as the zing goes straight to my clit.

  He grabs my legs and op
ens them even wider and sets himself on his stomach leaning forward he rubs his nose along my pussy.

  Taking a deep breath, he groans and kisses me there.

  “Fuck, your pussy smells so sweet.” I feel my face flush and cover my eyes with my arm. “Don’t do that Anamchara, I want you to watch me eat this pretty little pussy. Watch me give you pleasure.”

  He says that more as a demand and I am helpless to say no.

  When I move my arm and sit up on my elbows he moves my panties to the side and runs his tongue along my slit. He growls and pulls my hips closer to him pressing his face further into my pussy as he starts to fuck his tongue into me, mimicking the way he’s going to use his cock.

  Groaning, he moves up my pussy and sucks my clit into his mouth.

  “Oh God Ryder, that feels so good.” I whimper as I run my fingers through his hair and bring him closer to me. He moves his hand from my hip to my pussy dragging his finger through my wet folds before he starts pushing his finger inside me.

  I groan and fallback on the bed. Pulling away from my pussy, he looks up at me with a hunger I have never seen. Something primal.

  “Your pussy has never been touched by another man, has it Anamchara? This sweet little cunt is all mine.” I blush and look away not willing to tell him that he is right.

  He kisses my pussy one last time before kissing his way up the curve of my hips and up my rib cage as he slowly starts to push another finger inside me stretching me.

  “Oh fuck, I’m going to come.” He licks around my nipple before sucking it into his mouth through my shirt. He lightly nips it before going to my other nipple. His fingers never stopping. He runs his thumb over my clit and that’s all it takes. My back arches off the bed and my toes curl as my orgasm crashes through me. “I’m coming, oh God Ryder, I’m coming.”

  He growls and nips my nipple and another orgasm runs through my body. I lay there spent as he pulls away from my soaking wet pussy. I whimper at the feel of being empty.

  “Fuck, baby you taste like heaven.” I blush and look down at his huge cock in his too tight boxer briefs and a moan escapes my mouth.