by Casey Morgan
“Just tell me, can ye make more?” he asked.
“Yes, of course I can.” said Donovan. “I’m a fuckin’ brewmaster. I can brew the shit out of anythin’.”
“I should set up a meeting in Cork,” said Killian. “Do ye think you can brew up another batch this week?”
Donovan buried his head in a pillow. He clearly didn’t want to talk business, but Killian did.
“Should I work on a new label?” asked Aiden.
“Definitely,” said Killian.
“Ye see what I have to put up with?” Donovan said to me, gesturing to the other two.
“Aw, let me come over there and relax ya,” I offered.
While Aiden and Killian went over the plans for a new bedroom and a new label, I decided to have a quickie with Donovan. I open my legs over him and he positioned his cock underneath me.
“Have a seat, lass,” he said playfully.
I did and felt him go up inside me. His cock was still a little flaccid, but growing more engorged by the second. We kissed and I grinded down on his cock, gripping it with my pussy muscles.
“Oh, God, yes.” he said. “This is good. This is so good.”
“You like the feel of my wet pussy?” I teased. “I like to keep your fat cock up there. Give it to me, baby.”
“Oh, yeah. It’s getting wetter. I can feel it,” he panted.
I was bouncing up and down on him, while he was kissing me, my neck and my tits. Suddenly, he lifted me up, set me on the edge of the bed and started humping away.
“Yeah, that’s it,” I cried. “Like that.”
He lifted up my left leg to get better leverage and started humping me for all I was worth. His cock was hard and slick. It was going in and out like a drill press with a slap-slap-slap-slap.
“You gonna cum for me baby?” I asked. “Come on, baby. Cum inside me.”
“I’m gonna – I’m gonna – Uhnnnnn,” he grunted. “Fuuuuuck me.”
I felt the load shoot in and then drip against my walls. Donovan shivered as I gripped him, feeling a post-orgasm quiver. He gently pulled out and sat back in his seat, looking satisfied.
“That’s better,” he said. “Who wants a shot?”
I went back to the bathroom to clean up. Aiden and Killian seemed caught up in their design meeting. They had a ton of ideas of how the new bedroom should look.
I was wondering what it would look like on the outside. Would it match our house? What would the neighbors think if it didn’t?
Then I realized, I had thought “our” house kind of presumptuously. But it did feel like our house now. Our home.
Wherever the people you love congregate, that’s what it is. My home wasn’t in America anymore; it was here with my loves.
My life before Ireland was fading in the distance. My true life was here, taking care of the lads and our babies to come. We would build a life here, our way.
And, unlike my grandmother, I wouldn’t let anything stop us from living how we wanted to live. I hoped my grandmother had finally found true happiness and that maybe my mother was looking down and smiling.
My mother might have thought there was a different way to break the curse of loneliness, but being with the elves is what did it. Plus, having family again, with Grandma Honora, also helped.
And the elves and I had broken my curse of grief, too. I still missed my mom but I was able to move on with my own life now. I knew my mom would’ve supported us because they made me happy. And wasn’t that what life was all about? Making each other happy?
I was happier than ever with my elves now, and I knew that an exciting future lay ahead of us. Hopefully my mom was looking down with a smile, sending good magic my way while the elves and I forged our own happily ever after.
THE END
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Prologue
Keira
Manny slammed the door right in front of me. I halted in my tracks and stared at him. He wasn’t much taller than me. If it came to a fight, I could probably win my way out of this.
The were cleared her throat. “Manny, you want me to go?” she asked, in the typically low-pitched voice of a were.
He didn’t move from his position in front of me but glanced over to her. “Yes, Cindy. Thank you,” he said calmly. With her he was all politeness.
I moved back a bit, so she could fit by me. Her frame was bulkier than mine was, typical for a were, and I knew they liked their space. I could fight Manny, but I probably couldn’t win against this girl. She rudely fluffed her hair in my face and left our apartment.
Manny shut the door behind her, making sure I couldn’t follow. He turned to look me in the eyes. “We are going to sit down and talk about this,” he ordered.
I raised an eyebrow and looked him up and down. He was still only clad in his boxer shorts. “Really?” I asked, all sarcasm. “You want to talk about this? You’re lucky I haven’t tried to blast your head off.”
Manny cringed a little bit. He was lousy with magic, barely even a warlock, but he didn’t drop my gaze. The truth was that though I was a better witch than he was, I was rusty with magic and hadn’t bothered to do a spell in years. But I’m sure it would come back to me if needed.
“Keira, have a seat.”
His tone changed to pleading, so I decided to comply. I would let him get his excuses out, see what foolishness he could come up with to justify cheating on our five-year relationship, and then I would leave. Just as I had planned to earlier when I came home to find him with a Were bitch sucking his dick.
I seated myself primly on our green velvet couch and looked around. I wondered if I could convince him to give me the apartment. It was so hard to find something affordable in New York City. The day’s mail was stacked on the coffee table close by. I picked up the large envelope on top and opened it. It was a wedding invitation.
“Keira? Keira, are you listening to me?” Manny had been droning on in the background for some time.
I nodded but didn’t look up at him. The truth was that I felt numb. Five years and I come home to that? I had loved this man. He was a bit of a pushy dick and liked to have his way a lot, but I had accepted that. I had supported him through the hard times and cheered him up when he was sad. This relationship had been a lot of work, which I had gladly put into it, and now all that work was gone.
“Really, Honey. It will never happen again. I promise,” Manny was on his knees, trying to get me to look up at him.
I ignored him and read over the invitation in my hands. Grandpa Burt was getting married again. Cool. I had a lot of fond memories of Grandpa Burt. He helped my mom raise me after my dad died. But a few years ago, he had moved back to Ireland and I hadn’t seen him since. I thought of his warm smiling face and how he always supported me in my dreams. He was one of the few people who were excited when I told them that I wanted to be a fashion writer. He had even bought me my first computer.
Sensing that I wasn’t listening, Manny started stomping around the apartment. “You will just have to get over this, Keira,” he argued. “It’s really not the big deal that you are making it out to be. Why wont you listen to me, honey?!”
“Grandpa Burt is getting married,” I told him, interrupting his tirade.
Manny stopped in his tracks. “In Ireland?�
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“Yes, in Luck’s Hollow.”
“That’s a great idea, baby!” he cooed. “Let’s go to Ireland and go to the wedding together. That will make everything better.”
That will not make everything better!
I looked up and took in his scrawny form and his bland eyes. How did I ever think this guy was worth it?
“I’ll go to Ireland…alone,” I breathed.
His face immediately turned red. He was mad; furious like a toddler who didn’t get his way. “Like hell you are!” he snapped. He grabbed the invitation out of my hands and ripped it into pieces. “If we don’t go together, you don’t go!”
I was done.
I stood up to face him. “I think you should leave now, Manny,” I said, keeping my voice even and calm.
He rolled his eyes and laughed at me. “What are you going to do, Keira?” he teased. “You’re too rusty to pull off a blast spell.”
I reached into my purse and pulled out my can of mace. Sometimes you didn’t need a spell. I put my finger on the trigger and raised the can to Manny’s face.
“Leave now,” I ordered. “And leave your keys. You don’t live here anymore, Manny.”
His face turned pale. “Okay. Okay, Keira.” He backed up, grabbed his clothing that was strewn on the floor and headed towards the door while pulling his jeans on. “Really baby, you are making too much of this.”
I followed him, keeping the mace poised in front of me.
“Let’s talk later when you’ve calmed down some, eh?” he begged when he was out in the hallway. “I’ll call…”
I shut the door in his face and locked it.
That’s when the tears came. Five years! Five years of love and devotion and it ended with a whimper.
I walked back into the living room alone. The pieces of Grandpa Burt’s wedding invitation were scattered all over the floor. I picked them up and pieced them back together. It must be a rushed wedding, it was scheduled for only a week away. I could use seeing my loving and supportive Grandpa. A ticket to Ireland this quick wasn’t going to be cheap but I had a little bit in savings.
Determined to go and brighten up my life, I opened up my laptop and started looking for flights.
Chapter 1
Keira
Christmas lights were wrapped around the trees of the courtyard. Most of them were evergreens, so the clear lights mixed with the green of the leaves and some red ribbons that had been laced through the branches, giving the Wedding décor a Christmassy look. Christmas itself was still a few weeks away and it was an unusually dry winter season for Southern Ireland. Or so I was told.
There was no snow. There were occasional bouts of rain, enough to coat the streets and fill the gutters of the houses and shops in Luck’s Hollow, but no snow. It was odd, the locals told me. But it worked out for the wedding. The courtyard was dry and clear.
Taking the ride to the village from the Cork Airport, we passed miles and miles of rolling hills, sheep herds and quaint farm houses. The drive had seemed long. I mean, it was scenic, don’t get me wrong, but I lived in New York. I thought going to stores outside of a two-block radius was too much travel.
The courtyard of the Hennessey House, where the reception was taking place, was large. The cobblestones had been swept clean. Evergreen wreaths lined the walls and the doors in and out of the pub and the bed and breakfast proper. The proprietors of the house walked around and greeted guests. The elves, Ryan and Brody, would occasionally cast a few spells for the amusement of the kids. They were jokers, so they would toss fireballs to each other or make their brother’s hair float. Even though it was all in good fun, the other owner Shanna, who was one of my cousins by grandpa’s new marriage, looked annoyed.
Hennessey House, bed and breakfast, was a small inn that had been owned by the Hennessey family of elves for years, maybe even centuries. It was a large cottage looking building made of rough stone mortared together with red wooden accents on the window frames and doors.
Along with the wedding decorations, the whole area looked like a post card or a Christmas card. It was the perfect wedding location. Not that I was jealous. Well, maybe I was a little jealous. But Grandpa Burt was a kind man. He deserved all of this. He deserved to be happy and in love.
I deserved to be happy too, but at the moment I wasn’t feeling it. It was hard to attend a wedding alone. But I didn’t have much choice. The invitation for Grandpa Burt’s wedding came right after I dumped my boyfriend of five years, Manny, for cheating on me with a werewolf. Manny promised to end the cheating, but the trust was gone, and it was time to move on. So, the wedding was an excuse for me to get away from Manny and out of the apartment we shared.
Don’t get me wrong, my granddad was great and all, but flying all the way to Ireland? Not exactly something you do on my salary as a writer. Fortunately, I had a little money saved. And various members of my family urged me to go. “See the homeland”, they said. “You’ll love it,” they said.
So, I was here, trying to enjoy myself and get used to being alone. Not that I wanted to be alone. In fact, I was already ready to get Manny out of my head and move on to my first rebound fling. I bought a clingy little red dress for the occasion that hugged my curves and a white faux fur wrap to help me keep warm in the chilly Irish air. I looked and felt sexy, I just needed to get the attention of one of the hot guys roaming around the wedding and make sure we weren’t related.
Meeting the relatives was a bit of a whirlwind. There was just an endless supply of Irish faces and some American. Cousin this and that, married to him or her. Wait, did she just say both her husbands? Nah, that can’t be right. I must be jet lagged. I shook more hands and heard more names than I could remember, but after meeting me, everyone would go back to their dates and I was left alone; again and again.
A band of sprites flew up, introduced themselves to the reception party and started a joyful Irish jig. The little men with sparrow like wings flew in patterns as they played the fiddle, the flute, and the drums. Most of the guests danced, including my grandfather and his new wife Honora.
They were an adorable couple, with a heart wrenching story. They had been childhood sweethearts. But when Granddad went to Dublin, Honora’s brother, Ailbe McDonnell lied to her and told her that he was gone for good. Ailbe kept Honora locked up at his family farm, keeping her from contacting Grandpa Burt. Thinking his first love was no longer interested, my grandfather moved to America and met my grandmother. Their marriage was blissful, but when grandma passed away, Grandpa moved back to the homeland. My new cousin Mila came to Ireland looking for her roots and ended up connecting Grandpa Burt with Honora and they were free to love again.
Feeling wistful and longing to find a love of my own, I looked up and noted one of the elves working the wedding. He was well over six feet tall, with broad shoulders that tapered to a narrow waist. He was one of the rare elves that had dark brown hair and amber eyes, but he had the same strikingly beautiful features and gently pointed ears that the other elves at the party had.
I think he was a baker or a cake maker or both. He was lifting two layers of the wedding cake over his head as he walked them to the cake display. His six pack must’ve been insane. I could swear I could see the outline of his abs under his shirt. While I was staring and imagining running my tongue down those abs, I got interrupted by a red-headed girl that sat down next to me.
“Hey,” she greeted. “Keira, right?”
“Yes, you’re American? Are you cousin Mila?” I asked.
“Yeah,” she said, shaking my hand. She glanced around the reception. “Pretty exciting, huh? First time to Ireland?”
I nodded. “Yes. I heard you were instrumental in bringing granddad and his old love together,” I said. “Nice job.”
A handsome blonde Irish elf walked over and asked her for the wedding gift. She took an envelope out of her purse and handed it to him.
“This is my cousin, Keira, Killian,” she introduced.
“Nice ta see ya,” he greeted. “Pardon my rush.”
Killian headed off, then another handsome Irish elf walked over and handed Mila a bottle of hard cider.
“Thanks, babe,” she said.
“Did you want one?” she offered me.
“Yeah, sure,” I said.
“Aiden,” she called after him. “Can you bring my cousin one?”
“Not right now.” The elf shook his head. Then he pointed with his chin at another elf at the bar. “Donovan!” he called.
Donovan, one of the guys behind the bar, rushed over with a bottle and handed it to Mila. Then he gave her a kiss.
“Thanks, Sweetie,” she smiled.
She handed me the bottle.
“The men in Ireland sure are friendly to you,” I said, feeling surprised at the amount of attention she was getting.
“Oh, we’re dating,” Mila revealed.
“What? All three of them?” I leaned in towards her. “Do they know?” I asked in a whisper.
Mila laughed. “Yeah, it’s been great,” she said. She swung her red hair over her shoulder and started to play with it. She glanced at each of her guys and then looked back at me with a huge grin. She was obviously in love.
“So, are you extending your stay here again?” I asked, even though I was pretty sure I already knew the answer.
“Yes, indefinitely,” she said, looking toward the boys again.
Wow! In love with three men at once! What was that like?
“I think I should like to come on vacation here more often,” I said. Then mumbled, “Maybe I could find someone to love.”
“Oh, well, you can visit us at the Odell’s Orchard any time ya want,” she offered, not hearing the second part of my statement. “Just stay away from the other McDonnells.”
The sprite band started on a slow song. The dance floor cleared and Granddad and his bride, Honora, danced alone. Brody and Ryan worked a spell that sent several glowing lights around the couple. It looked like they were dancing amidst sparklers. It was very cute.
