The Shamrock (4 page)

A thought occurred to Sirai, and she looked at her friend. “While you’re laughing about me needing a cock—”

“Or two.”

Sirai ignored that. “Exactly why haven’t you cleared the cobwebs outta your vagina and revived it with Braedan yet?”

Candice snorted. “Because the prick must pay for his twisted sense of humor before he can even have the right to fantasize about the blessing of my body bringing him pleasure.”

“Excuse me while I throw up in my mouth a little bit. Um, you’re still bitter about the ‘Homeboys in Outer Space’ incident, aren’t you?”

“We said we wouldn’t mention that.”

Sirai smirked and repeated her friend’s words from earlier. “No,
you
said we wouldn’t mention it.
I
never agreed.”

“You’re an asshole. You know that?”

Sitting back, she got comfortable. “Yes, yes I do. I also know you want that man so I suggest you stop playing around and get him before someone else does.”

“When I have my much needed revenge for the last stunt he pulled then I will be more than glad to fuck him through any surface available.”

“And once again, excuse me while I throw up a little in my mouth. Hey, wait, you said ‘last stunt.’ That wouldn’t happen to have anything to do with why your hair looks a little on the blue side every time you get under light, would it?”

Candy held up a hand. “Don’t ask.”

C
HAPTER
F
OUR

Someone was shouting at her and it felt like every word was about to split her skull. Taking a hand she cupped it over the person’s mouth and, without opening her eyes, simply commanded, “Shush your face, please.”

Feeling those lips smile, she cracked one lid open and then the other. When the overhead lights made contact with her eyes, she slammed them shut again as a groan left her throat.

“What happened to me?” Sirai asked slowly.

The shouter was trying to talk against her palm, making every word come out muffled. If she could’ve rolled her eyes without screaming in agony, she would have. Instead she just pulled her hand away. “You can un-shush your face now, random person who’s leaning over me all conspicuously. Hey, wait a second, you wouldn’t happen to be the reason I’m down here, would you?”

There was a rumbling chuckle. Sirai felt fingertips brush gently across her forehead—moving her bangs, she guessed. “You can’t blame anybody for being a klutz but yourself, jinx.”

All of a sudden she knew
exactly
the identity of the anonymous loomer. Trying to scowl, and failing miserably, she lifted a hand and pointed it at Ardan. “
You!
This is all
your
fault!”

He jerked back. “
Me?
How is this
my
fault?”

She sat up slowly, rubbing the back of her head. “Yes,
your
fault. You and this
nice
shit that you’ve been playing at for the past week.”

Ardan rolled his eyes and sat back on his haunches. “What’re you talking about?”

“Oh, don’t give me that! Ever since I stole your truck, you’ve been plotting on how to get me back. I’m on to you.” Sirai’s eyes scanned the empty bar, making sure no one else witnessed her unfortunate encounter with the small stone statue of Saint Patrick.

Ardan had come up behind her while she’d been setting up for their annual St. Patty’s celebration in the pub and told her she looked good in green. Seeing as how she didn’t know the giant bastard was even there, it scared the shit out of her and she jumped hard enough to back into a few low shelves. Saint Patrick came tumbling down on her head and it was lights out.

Those hazel eyes widened in his face, making him look impossibly adorable and even a little innocent. “Plotting?” he questioned. “Me?”

“I’m not playing that game with you.” She kicked at one of his thighs. “Move it, O’Reilly.”

“I didn’t make that statue fall on you.”

“No, but that creepy ass Mona Lisa smile you’ve been delivering, and all the niceties have finally pushed me into madness.”

Once she said it, Ardan grinned good and wide, and a light bulb clicked on. She really did kick him then.

“Ow!”

“You ass! That’s what you’ve been
trying
to do!”

His grin turned into a satisfied smirk. “Apparently I’ve succeeded because you have been a complete and total looney toon.”

Sirai could’ve strangled him right then but instead she just got up and grabbed some ice and a rag from behind the bar before placing it on the back of her head and stomping off towards the supply closet to look for the first aid kit.

“Aw, c’mon, jinx. You can’t be mad at me for something you deserve.”

She found the kit and got a real ice pack, but didn’t leave the closet as she turned to face him. “You know what I deserve, Ardan?”

He stopped. “No, what?”

“I deserve to have some got-damned peace every once in a while when I come in here. Every time I step foot through that front door, you’re on my ass! What’s your fucking problem? It’s not like I took
your
job when Pops hired me, and I do
my
job damn well despite the fact that we have ‘incidents’ every now and again. It’s like you have this sick obsession with riding my ass every chance you get. Yeah, I took your truck. Yeah, I left you sitting on the steps of the Miami P.D. Why? Because as usual you were being a dickhead! I’m sorry that I’m human and I fuck up, but as you can see, I obviously can’t help it. So help me God, Ardan Shamus O’Reilly if you don’t lay off my ass, I will quit! No matter how much I love this place!”

She hadn’t realized that Ardan had actually come forward and backed her into a corner of the closet, or that he’d closed the door until his brows rose as he stared down at her. “Are you done?”

Actually she was, and she felt a lot better. Aside from the throbbing in her head and nipples and clit with him so close to her. “Yeah,” Sirai answered.

He nodded. “Good.” Then his hands gripped the tied straps of the spring green sundress she was wearing and pulled them loose before he crushed her to his chest and crushed his mouth to hers.

Call him crazy but Sirai angry did things to him. Dirty things. Gave him images that he probably would need to purge in a confessional while getting sprayed with holy water but with the way her eyes flashed at him and her little nostrils flared, how was he supposed to control himself? Then when he got closer and saw how hard her nipples were behind that damned sundress, well, things went downhill from there.

Sirai’s hands gripped his shoulders and he was sure she was about to try and push him away but then he changed the stroke of his tongue in her mouth and not only did she grip him tighter but she moaned. The husky sound sent a shudder down his spine and made his dick harder.

Sirai cupped either side of his face and pulled back. He growled and went for her lips again but she shook her head. “No, wait…what…what’re you doing?”

“The very thing I’ve wanted to do since the first time you almost killed me. The thing that’s made me an impossible asshole because I’ve been fighting it.” He tugged down the straps on her dress even further.

Bingo.
Ardan hummed in his head as he stared at the thick, juicy tips of her breasts. He cupped one and then the other, rubbing his thumbs across them.

Sirai’s eyes slammed shut and she gripped his forearms, her nails digging in. “Just so we’re clear,” she panted, “you’ve been a prick because you wanted to fuck me?”

He shook his head then bent to take a nipple into his mouth. When his tongue flicked over the hard bud, Sirai’s hands fisted in his hair and tugged. “It’s way more than that.” Ardan let go as he gripped the backs of her thighs and lifted her to wrap her legs around his waist, placing her back against the wall.

Her eyes were glazed over as she stared at him while running a hand down the side of his face. “Yeah, what?”

He would’ve answered but her hips undulated under him, his cock nestled perfectly against the heat of her pussy, he lost all rational thought. Ardan grunted when she groaned and his lips came down on hers again as his hands slapped at the wall on either side of her head.

Sirai’s hands went from framing his face to running down his chest, her nails scraping over his nipples, making his stomach clench as she finally found his belt buckle and undid it. One hand unzipped his jeans as the other tunneled inside, wrapping her fingers around his dick and squeezing. Ardan’s breath stilted as he kissed her then came up for air for a brief second. He couldn’t seem to keep his lips off of hers. Maybe it was because he’d watched them more times than he could count—every time she spoke—and he’d had plenty of visions of them on his own, or wrapped around his cock.

Ardan really couldn’t take it anymore. He was done playing. Taking one hand off the wall, he reached between them and touched the tiny lace panties she was wearing before he ripped them off. The material was soaked—which let him know all he needed to. The tips of his fingers played around her clit, causing her thighs to clench tighter around his hips as she nipped his bottom lip them sucked it into her mouth to sooth the sting.

Ardan growled low in his throat and finally took her hand off his cock so he could free it. He rubbed it between the lips of her pussy, waiting until he had her moving in a gentle rocking motion with him. Quick pants left her lips as she came up for air.

“Ardan…”

“Yes?” He nipped her earlobe, sucked it into his mouth and felt her shiver as her cream coated his member.

“Please stop playing and fuck me.”

Sirai didn’t have to ask twice, he pulled back and rammed into her, but cradled her to his chest so he wouldn’t run the risk of banging her head on the wall.

“Oh, God,” she gasped in his ear, her nails raking down his back before cupping his ass.

Unwrapping her legs from around his waist, Ardan fit them into the crook of his elbows and fucked her hard. “Can’t tell you how many times during the day I watched you walk past me and wanted to do this; how many ways I wanted to make you come!” She tightened around him and his eyes slammed shut as he pumped harder. “Mine. This. Is. Mine.”

Sirai whimpered and bit his shoulder.

“Look at me, Sirai,” Ardan demanded. She blinked up at him, mouth opened to form a perfect O as she reciprocated each of his thrusts. “This. Pussy. Is. Mine. Say. It.” His hand popped her on the ass and her pussy gripped him tighter. Ah, so she
did
like being spanked. Popping her a few more times, he watched the expression that crossed her features. Every time his palm connected with an ass cheek he could tell it pushed her closer to coming.

He opened his arms more to spread her legs wider, and she clawed at his shoulders as she bounced on his cock. His palm smacked her ass again. “Say. It. Sirai.”

“Ardan…Oh God…ah…”

“Don’t hear you, baby.” He stopped and her eyes widened.

“Yours. It’s yours, just don’t stop.”

He shook his head. “No, say what I told you to say.”

She groaned and wiggled but he held the position of power.

“Ardan…”

“Say it, Sirai.”

Fisting his hair in one hand, she leaned up and through clenched teeth finally repeated after him. “This pussy is yours, now stop playing with me and fuck it like it is.”

“Well, when you put it that way…”