Irish Dreams

by Michelle Hasker

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Michelle Hasker

  IRISH DREAMS

  Michelle Hasker

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  Irish Dreams

  Michelle Hasker

  This e-book is a work of fiction. While reference might be made to actual historical events or existing locations, the names, characters, places and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, business establishments, events, or locales is entirely coincidental.

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  Chapter One

  Warm, wet lips placed openmouthed kisses along her bare back, all the way down to the top of her thong. Eryn sighed as his tongue slid under the satin and slipped along the material. With a moan, she spread her legs open, giving her nocturnal lover easy access to her soaking wet core. He slipped a finger under the strip of satin and nudged it to the side as she pushed up on her knees. Brendan slipped under her, his hair tickling her thighs as he moved between her legs.

  “Mmm.”

  His moan vibrated against her sensitive clit and sent a rush of fluids from her core.

  She longed to hear his voice. Just the sound of his Irish brogue was enough to make her soaking wet. Hell, everything about him could arouse her to a fever pitch in less than five seconds. Just the thought of his long, thick shaft gliding in and out of her was enough to bring her to the verge of orgasm.

  Eryn rolled over, sat up, and stripped out of her thong. She tossed it across the room and reached for her man. He came to her eagerly, so eagerly she knew his desire matched hers.

  “I want it hard and fast. It's been a while and I haven't the patience to wait to feel you inside me.”

  Brendan nodded and slid his hands up and down her smooth thighs. She'd shaved earlier, knowing he'd return to her dreams tonight. She hoped he'd like her little surprise. He snapped his fingers and several candles lit along the floor, surrounding the bed. Eryn glanced around in confusion, her passion forgotten for a moment.

  “Where am I?”

  Black silk sheets covered the largest bed she'd ever seen. Mirrors and thick black drapes covered the walls and ceiling. More candles flared to life all around the room as Eryn stared. He hadn't touched the candles either time. Boy, did she have a vivid imagination.

  “You're in my world now. You came to me this time.”

  “Ca…came to you? I don't understand. This is all a dream, isn't it?”

  “It's as real as you want it to be, Eryn.” His deep voice sent shivers racing through her. It was a dream. She was safe, and she was with her lover. The man she wanted more than anything else.

  “What I want is you.”

  “You want what I can do for you.” His sigh tugged at her heart. Did he think it was just lust?

  “That's not true,” she whispered.

  Brendan moaned and leaned forward. He captured her mouth with his. As he nipped at her lower lip, then teased her with his tongue, she melted against him, wrapping her arms around him. Eryn rubbed her naked breasts against his smooth, hard chest. His skin burned under her touch, the sensation sending tingles up her spine.

  “Brendan,” she whispered, pressing her mouth to his neck as she pressed him down on the mattress.

  She kissed and licked at him, enjoying his unique taste. When she reached a nipple, and bit gently, Brendan cried out and arched. For an instant, she swore she could feel his pleasure as if it were her own, then it was gone, to be replaced with a burning ache between her thighs that only he could put out.

  “I need you. Desperately. No one else but you.”

  Brendan moaned as he cupped her face. He brushed his lips over hers.

  “Let me pleasure you,” he whispered, brushing his mouth over her mons. “I like your surprise. Did you do this just for me?”

  “Yes.” Eryn shook her head as she realized, once again, she was allowing him to put her pleasure first. She pushed against him until he let her up.

  “No?”

  “No. Tonight is for you. You doubt how I feel about you?” When he slowly nodded, she grimaced and continued, “Well, let me show you with actions instead of telling you with words.”

  Brendan nodded, then reclined on the bed, propped up on one arm as he waited, watching her.

  Eryn licked her lips as she eyed his shaft. In its resting state, his shaft was impressive, when fully aroused it was incredible in size. How she took all of him in her she'd never know, but right now she wanted to suck him to completion. She pushed him on his back and crawled over him.

  She'd never thought of a penis as beautiful, but that was the only way she could think of to describe his cock. Except for delicious, mouthwatering, and delectable. She wrapped both hands around him, and leaned down to lick at the drop of precum glistening on the tip.

  When he moaned, she sucked the head into her mouth and teased him with her tongue. She swirled her tongue around the tip and dipped it into the slit, tasting his salty essence.

  Brendan moaned and fisted his hands in her hair. “Don't stop.”

  “Never,” she said, without releasing him. She knew he didn't understand what she'd said, but he groaned, appreciating the vibrations her answer sent up his cock.

  “Sweet Eryn.”

  As she drew him in deeper and sucked on him, his breathing grew heavy and his fists tightened. Eryn worked him with her hands and mouth, first slowly, then more quickly as he made encouraging sounds.

  “My Goddess. Oh. You have such a wicked mouth.”

  Eryn grinned and sucked harder. She continued, alternately sucking and caressing his length with her hands. He was too large to take in all the way, but she wouldn't dream him any differently.

  “I don't want to come in your mouth. I want to come in you, I want to feel your muscles tighten around me, milking every last drop from me.”

  “This is my dream, and this time I'm going to be in control,” she said after she slid him out of her mouth.

  Brendan hissed as his gorgeous shaft jumped toward her mouth.

  “I want to suck you. I want you to come in my mouth and let me drink every last drop. When you come, I want you to know that it's because I want you to. That I desire you.”

  His moan was like music to her ears. “Goddess. I want it too. More than you could know. But I want to pleasure you.”

  “This will pleasure me.”

  Before he could distract her with more talk, she licked him from the tip of his shaft to his balls, under his heavy, full sac, and back up. Eryn moaned as she lapped at the precum, sucking on the tip of his cock, trying to draw more out of him.

  “Eryn.” His moans and breathy gasps were such a turn-on, it became hard to not sit on him and ride him to completion.

  She dragged her teeth along the ridge and elicited a long, low groan. When his body shudde
red under her ministrations, she knew he wouldn't hold out much longer. She worked on him, drawing her hands up and down as she suckled at him, his pleasure evident as his hands tightened in her hair and his body tensed.

  “I'm. Going. To. Come,” he managed to say between ragged breaths.

  At his confession, she increased the suction and squeezed him tightly in an attempt to drive him over the edge even faster.

  “Eryn!” His shout signaled his release, and his cum filled her mouth. As she sucked out and swallowed every last drop, he moaned and shuddered under her.

  Eryn sat up and released him as she licked her lips. She purred as she watched him slowly come down from the high she had driven him to. Pride filled her that she'd been able to make him lose control so completely.

  “Has it seemed like so long since last night that you would greet me so eagerly?” He gasped as a final shudder raced through him.

  “Yes.” She sighed, sad that he still seemed to doubt her. “I've missed you.”

  “You've missed my talented fingers and tongue. You haven't missed me.”

  Eryn frowned at the tone of his voice. He sounded forlorn. Lost and miserable. Bright blue eyes met hers and held them. The pain in his eyes was enough to bring tears to hers. Blinking back the moisture, she studied him as he lay there on his back, chest still heaving.

  Dark hair fell to his shoulders in thick waves, reminding her of a lion's mane, but his chest remained surprisingly free of hair. Her subconscious couldn't have conjured a more perfect man.

  How would he take her this time? Even though she'd satisfied him, she knew it was only temporary. He had an insatiable appetite, one that matched hers.

  “My turn to pleasure you. And since my cock is temporarily out of commission, I'll have to use my mouth.”

  “Brendan.” She reached out and cupped his cheek, rubbing her thumb over the coarseness of his facial hair. “You know this will leave marks on me.”

  He grinned and winked. “I wish they would. I want you to remember me this time.”

  “Remember you? How could I forget you? You're the only man who makes me feel this way. You've ruined me for real men.”

  “I am a real man.”

  “Of course you are. While I'm in this dream world. But when the sun comes up, you are gone.”

  Brendan frowned and looked down at the bed. “I would give everything I have just to hold you in my arms for real.”

  “For real?”

  “Do you believe in fate?”

  “Of course I do.”

  “Our time is coming. Will you still feel the same way when we meet in the flesh?”

  “If you were real, I would.”

  He sighed and shook his head, a sad smile on his face. “We'll see.”

  * * *

  Eryn woke breathlessly, swatting at the pesky ringing that dared interrupt her erotic dream. She might dream of him every night, but tonight, something different had happened. Brendan had been sad, almost as if he'd been saying goodbye. It felt so…final.

  The throbbing ache between her legs reminded her that this time she'd been interrupted before he could satisfy her, but it had been worth it. She could still taste him in her mouth, and hear his shout of pleasure.

  “Damn it, Eryn. I know you're there. Pick up the phone.”

  Eryn jumped, startled as her cousin Eileen's voice shouted from her answering machine. She reached over and grabbed the phone, hitting the talk button as she lifted the receiver to her ear.

  “Eileen, what's wrong?”

  “I need you to fly out here as soon as possible, Jewels.” Eileen's voice trembled, and a frisson of fear raced up Eryn's spine.

  “What's wrong?”

  “Everything. I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't have to. I need you, cousin.”

  Between the worry in Eileen's voice, the way it shook as she spoke, and everything she didn't say, Eryn knew her cousin was in trouble. Even while she wondered what could be wrong, she told Eileen, “I'll be there on the first flight I can get.”

  “I booked one for you already. I'd hoped you'd come.”

  As she grabbed a pen and paper and wrote down her flight and departure time, Eryn tried to think if she had anything pressing that needed dealing with before she left.

  “I wouldn't ask this of you if I didn't have to,” Eileen repeated. “Please, Eryn.”

  “It's okay, Eye.” Eryn heard the tremor in her cousin's voice and knew it was urgent. It had to be, if she was actually using Eryn's given name. Eileen never called her Eryn, only Jewels. “I'll be on the flight. Just make sure you pick me up. You remember what happened the last time I was over there.”

  “Yes, no driving for you.”

  Eileen's laughter eased some of the tightness in her chest, but Eryn couldn't shake the feeling of impending doom.

  “Eryn.”

  The husky voice sent shivers up her spine, and moisture to her core. She knew that voice, and the pleasure that would follow. Eryn sighed and rolled onto her stomach, reaching blindly for her lover, and…promptly fell out of her seat.

  She sat up, ignoring the stares and laughter. Surely they'd seen people fall out of airplane seats before. At least she could blame it on the turbulence.

  “Please take your seats, place your trays in their upright position, and fasten your seat belts.”

  Eryn tuned out the flight attendant as she leaned forward to look past her seatmate, at the bright blue ocean. She'd been meaning to come back to Ireland, but didn't think it would be so soon. What better place to spend a summer vacation than here? After she assisted Eileen with her little problem, that is.

  The landing was bumpy, but then the whole flight had been full of turbulence and crying babies. She was ready to kiss the ground as she stumbled out of the plane and into the terminal. When she looked around for Eileen, she bumped into something hard. No, someone hard.

  “Oops, sorry,” she said, and looked up, up, up at tall, dark, and delicious. At least she had the good taste to bump into a man as handsome as him.

  “It's all right, beautiful”

  Eryn flushed. After all those hours on the plane, she was far from beautiful, but it was a nice compliment all the same, and the deep timbre of his voice made her thoughts delve straight into the bedroom.

  As she stared into his brilliant blue eyes, a shiver of memory raced through her. Mesmerized, she stared at him, remembering her dream lover, and the way his eyes were the same shade of blue. What if her dream lover really did exist? Or maybe desperation was starting to make every man she met look like him.

  “Eryn!” Eileen shouted, breaking the spell.

  “Eye!” Eryn spun around quickly and found Eileen a few steps away. “It's so good to see you again.”

  “I've missed you so much. It's about time you came home.”

  “Eire always feels like home, but there are so many people who need me in America.”

  “There are many who need you here too. Your skills in counseling would be more than useful here as well, but never mind that right now, let's get your luggage and get out of here. We've got a drive ahead of us and so much to catch up on.”

  Eryn cast one last glance behind her at her mystery man. He was gone, leaving her to wonder if she'd imagined him, or if it was a coincidence he looked like Brendan. She turned back to Eileen and frowned at the dark circles under her eyes.

  “I'm so glad you came,” Eileen said as she led her to the luggage merry go round. “Did you get any sleep on the flight? Are you hungry? I've made all your favorite foods and cleaned your room. I even found some of your favorite flowers. Your room looks exactly like it did the last time you were here.”

  “But you don't.”

  Eryn turned to her cousin and looked her over again. Her hair had been cut into a short, messy style that was her norm, but the dark circles under her eyes and the haunted look in her face assured Eryn something was wrong. Eileen even looked as if she'd lost weight, and with her thin frame and medium height, it m
ade her look anorexic.

  “Eye, you look terrible.” Eryn winced at the hurt in Eileen's green eyes, but it was the truth. “I'm glad I came, even if I don't know how to help you.”

  “Just you being here makes me feel so much better.”

  “Can you tell me what exactly is wrong? You're really worrying me, Eye.”

  “Not now,” Eileen said. “Let's get home and settled, first. There's plenty of time to talk.”