Once Upon a Misty Bluegrass Hill (42 page)

Jolene could not stop the tears
filled with the dreams of her family
that flowed down her cheeks. 

Patrick
folded her into his arms. 
"
Now
don
'
t yer
be
a' crying
…I
'
m only planning a
bout five or six
babes.
"

Jolene threw her arms around him and cried hard
er
into his shoulder
her dreams dropping around her like gold
.

Patrick
chuckled and hugged her close. 
"
Alright maybe only three or four
…and a couple of them need to be made out on the pasture in the rain…
"

Jolene
'
s sobs turned to giggles. 
"
You really are crazy
Patrick
.
"

"
I am crazy in love with you Jolene and I promise to make your life the best that it can be.
"

Their lips met sizzling hot. 
Patrick
pulled her down to the blanket and deepened his kiss as he positioned himself over her.  Jolene tugged on his coat, needing to feel his flesh.  That one day in the rain had haunted her to the point of insanity and now that she had him in her arms the urgency to be with him again was nearly overwhelming.

When she tried to pull his coat off he abruptly sat up. 
"
Now I
'
ll not be tempted to make love to you out here on
the lawn of
my family estate...or anywhere before I marry you
for that matter
."
 

"
Oh
Patrick
!  We can go inside
and do it
." 

He smoot
hed down the front of her dress
and pulled her to sit next to him
chuckling
. 
"
I
'
ll not lie with yo
u Jolene until you are my wife."

"That is so silly!"

"I don
'
t want you going to the confession over me ever again."

Jolene laughed
blinking back her tears
.   

Patrick
grumbled through the pre-wedding requirement of waiting four months and going to the required classes.  But Jolene refused to marry him any other way.

Patrick
'
s sisters Mora and Geri became her sisters immediately
.  T
hey were her maids of honor, and
Shannon
,
Patrick
'
s brother took to teasing her like any good brother would.  He reminded her a lot of Flint.

They were married in St. Patrick
'
s church in full royal fashion. 
There were nearly four thousand people in attendance
.  Juliana insisted on cutting the list to that "small" number.  Most had to
stand outside because the church could not hold them all
. 
 

Her dress had a train four feet long and a veil almost equal in length. 

Bea and Lacy
'
s parents flew the family over for the wedding and the girls were flower girls. 
Herbert and Bernie came too.  Bernie
who was glowing in the wake of winning in his age bracket in a charity marathon
gave her away at the
altar
. 

Mary Jane, Michael,
Linda and Bobby, her husband, all came too and took a cruise after the wedding.

And on that day she became the princess her father always said she was.
 
Their wedding
was even in the newspapers across Europe and even a few in America.

They left
for Paris
after the elaborate reception. 

Chapter
27

The days of "No Irish Need Apply"
gave way
.
For The Irish,
St.Patrick
day parad
es
replaced violent confrontations. The Irish not only won acceptance for their
special
day, but persuaded everyone else to become Irish
on
St.Patrick's
Day. The Orangemen or New York City copied the
St.Pat
ty’s
Day parade in 1870 and, as they marched
they
played "Boyne Water", "Derry" and other songs derogatory towards the Catholics.
This resulted into f
ights
breaking out
and only the police (themselves mostly Irish) saved the Orangemen and women. The next year another Orange parade was scheduled
but
the police banned it.

The
immigration
of large numbers of Jews, Slavs
and Italian immigrants led many Americans
to consider the Irish more favorably.  T
heir Americanization was now
complete
. Hostility shifted from the Irish to the new
unfortunate
nationalities. Through poverty and subhuman living conditions, the Irish tenaciously clung to each other
and their faith
.
Because of their ingenuity for organization, their hard work and large hearts
they were able to gain power and acceptance.

At the peak
of the Potato Famine immigration, Orestes Brownson, a celebrated convert to Catholicism, stated: "Out of these narrow lanes, dirty streets, damp cellars, and suffocating garrets, will come forth some of the noblest sons of our country, whom she will delight to own and honor."

In little more than a century his prophecy
came to pass
. Irish-Americans had
evolved
from the position of the despised
and mistreated
to the oval office.

Paris, France.

It rained very hard on their wedding night. 
Patrick
took her to
Maxim
'
s
and  then to
Le Meurice
for dinner.

When they returned to the
Hotel de Crillon
their three bedroom suite was teaming with red roses,
sparkling wine
in ice buckets
,
and
rain hitting hard against the windows and French doors that led out to a balcony that overlooked the city
and held a perfect view of the Eiffel tower.

Jolene opened the French doors and the windy rain blew the gauzy curtains inside.
  The rain came hard
.  B
ut there was no lightening or thunder.  Just gentle rain
dousing the city lights to a muted romance reflecting the beauty of the city
.

Tears from Heaven.  Happy tears from Heaven.

"
Now come my lady-
wife and lay
with me now that we g
ot everything correct with the P
riest. 
He took her hand and led her to the bedroom.  There he pushed her to the bed
with loving whispers and naughty promises
. 

"
Now that you belong to me,
I bought you something at the lingerie store...I wanted to have you to put it on."

He
went to the desk and picked up
a white box and produced a black bustier and hose complete with the hooks and silk hose.
  His face and eyes were
Patrick
, but they had the shades of the demanding Earl of
Meath
that she was only just beginning to know. 

Jolene stared at the wispy satin and lace bustier
sitting sexy in the box
with blood rushing through her limbs and focusing in the apex of her thighs with sharp reference. 
"Come Jolene, do this for me now."

He asked
in a low
, velvet voice
, but she heard his demand.  It was his centuries old arrogance, bred into previous Earls she supposed. 
But now he was her husband...not the man who saved her...and maybe that was the transition.

The thought of wearing the garments sent heat surging through her and to assemble with aching want at the apex of her thighs.

With shaking fingers
she took out the flimsy garments. 
"They are so lovely."

Patrick
helped her into them
while caressing her with d
ark murmurs of her beauty
granted
in his Irish lilt
to lick
over her flesh nearly driving her to hot madness. 
He connected the
silky
hose with a sensual touch that sent her to helpless quivering
.  T
hen h
e ran
teasing
fingers down
the inside of her thighs with
soft whisper
s
.

When she was dressed
he made her
st
and
for his
pleasure.  H
is eyes grazed over her with heavy lidded heat while he walked slowly around her.  Jolene tried to stand in her best posture even though her legs were
quivering like leaves in a storm.
 
She turned slightly into his view watching his blue-fire eyes touch her from head to toe.

He leaned close to her ear running
scorching
fingers up across her shoulders.  "Do you have any idea how many times I have fantasized about you like this?"

Jolene felt all of the need, the countless nights of
aching and
imagining being with
Patrick
all congregat
ing
in her breasts and between her thighs.

"I've always loved you Jolene.
  So many countless nights I have
remembered
that day in the field.
"

"I've always loved you too
Patrick
.  Even when I hated you."

She moved into his arms and kissed his chest
taking in his heady scent
.  Natasha had told her lots of things...and she had learned lots of things on her
new book reader
. 
Patrick
wrapped his hands in her hair and tugged her head back.  His lips hit her mouth with hunger roving
,
then
sucking in her lips. 
Jolene lost herself in
his
velvet heat.

Down his belly, craving his touch and his fingers pulling her hair with his abandon.
  Jolene could see their reflection in the closet mirror and the erotic scene reflected back at her made her burn.
  She was mad with need to taste him.

She tore her lips from his and kissed his neck with the drunk of white lightning driving through her veins.

He ran his fingers across her forehead during her downward journey.  She whispered against his taught belly already feeling his penis stretching out to her through his pants.

She fumbled with his zipper.  He laughed
with a low grunt
and unfastened his pants with a needy groan. 
"Where did you learn all this," 
h
e
asked
, his voice like sand.

"It was in my heart," she whispered and lay her head against his pulsing sword.
"
I would like to see if you taste good if that would p
lease you, Earl of
Meath
.
"

He touched her hair gently.  "T'would please me ever so much."

She drew him deeply into her mouth then.  His abridged breath and low rumble followed
sending power and need through her limbs
.  He sank his hands into her hair and pressed himself deeper
into her mouth
.
  Jolene sucked hard then taking him in and out in a dance of rhythm, eliciting raw need into his counter movements.
 
She
experimented
on
his manly tip with her seeking
and dancing
tongue urging more low grunts from deep inside of his throat. 
Her own fire near
ly
tore her belly in two.

His thrusts
into her mouth
deepened and Jolene felt her panties go wet...she was worried something bad and embarrassing had happened.  But before she could contemplate the thought very far he pulled himself from her mouth with a soft murmur of love filled words and gentle hands.