IRISH: a Bad Boy Fighter Romance (11 page)

“Okay, the second best. That last orgasm just about knocked it out of me though, I think having sex with a head wound is potentially deadly,” she smiled.

“How are ye feeling?” I asked. “I can’t believe ye didn’t tell me when I got too rough.”

“I like it like that though,” she said, “it makes me feel like you can’t control yourself around me because I’m so damned sexy. And I’m feeling better, nothing a couple Tylenol couldn’t take care of.”

“I can’t control myself for that exact reason,” I growled and swept her up in my arms. She shrieked with laughter and I nibbled her neck and chest, any exposed skin, until she begged me to stop.

I set her down and her chest heaved with deep breaths. “Knox, what the hell have you done to me? I never used to be like this, life was so serious.”

“Love is serious but makes yer life feel lighter somehow,” I said and leaned down to kiss her. “Everything is lighter since I met ye, kitten.”

“I know what you mean, I’m so happy now,” she smiled and stood on her tippy toes for another kiss.

My cock throbbed and I had to fight the urge to take her again. She had responsibilities and I knew she was loyal to George and his employees.

“Ye have to tell George yer leaving,” I said, “I can’t stand waiting te have ye again, it’s killin me.”

“Me too,” she groaned, “I wish I could stay home tonight. I’ll tell him later though, I promise. Why don’t you come to the pub with me?”

“Ye couldn’t keep me away,” I said and kissed her cheek. “I’ll text the driver, that way I can break into a bottle of whiskey while I watch yer sweet little ass wiggle around in front of me.”

“Good, it will get you ready for when we get home,” she winked and wiggled her ass for emphasis.

I was already as hard as a fucking rock and couldn’t hardly stand it. She didn’t realize she was waving a red flag in front of a raging bull and she’d be getting the horns later on.

Or maybe she did, and my horny little vixen knew exactly what she wanted.

Either way, we were fekkin perfect together.

Chapter Twenty Five

Lennon

Every time I looked down at my hand I just about fainted again, I was so happy to have my ring back. And every time I looked down at the stained floor I just about fainted again at the memory of my painful accident.

George had protested when I’d come in, looking at my bruised and bandaged head in shock and disbelief, but I’d convinced him I could handle the shift.

It wasn’t fair for everyone else to pick up my slack just because I’d won the love lottery.

I did let him know this would be my last couple of weeks though. Knox and I were getting married Friday so he wouldn’t see me next weekend, but I would stick around to train a new girl or two.

“He’s watching you like he’s going to eat you up,” Charlotte whispered a couple hours into our shift and nodded towards Knox. He was sitting at a table by himself with a bottle of whiskey in front of him.

He wasn’t drinking too fast though, he was nursing each drink and chatting with me when I had time. I’d asked him to move to the table when his dark, smoldering gaze had caused me to drop a shot glass. I couldn’t concentrate with him that close.

I looked up and smiled at him. He winked at me and grinned.

My heart did the familiar flip flop and I fell even more in love if that was possible.

“I think he does want to eat me up,” I said with a chuckle. Charlotte took a moment, got the joke and punched me playfully in response.

She headed back out across the floor and almost ran smack into Knox’s friend Joe. I smiled as I watched their awkward exchange, and the look he gave her as she walked away made me wonder if he wanted more from her than just their one night stand.

It would be nice to have another couple to hang out with so I wished them well and thought I’d mention it to Charlotte later on when we had a moment.

I busied myself with helping customers and the usual bar clean up. I loved working with Kyle, but he didn’t seem to noticed that the outside of a glass needed to be washed as much as the inside. It was such a man thing.

I would miss the job, but nights like this would be a fond memory soon. I got too stressed out during super busy times, and now that I didn’t need the tips it didn’t seem as important to be a part of the action.

In fact I kept putting my tips in Kyle and Charlotte’s money jars, just to give them a little happiness when they checked at the end of the night.

The time went quickly, there were a few incidents where Knox got protective and had to drag a drunk away from the bar, but I was okay with that. It made me feel safe and desired.

There was one moment when Knox was surrounded by women who were all desperately trying to get him to sign his name on their breasts that I lost my cool. I’m not afraid to admit it, I stomped over to his table so I could tell them off just as Knox was telling them to piss off, that he was married and his bride wouldn’t appreciate it.

I smiled and gave him a long kiss for that one with the promise of even more whispered into his ear. He grinned and his eyes never left me after that.

Finally my shift was over and we practically ran to the car that was waiting. We hopped into the back seat laughing and slightly tipsy. I might have been taking sips of Knox’s whiskey all night, but don’t tell George.

I couldn’t keep my hands off him and he couldn’t keep his off me.

“Fek, kitten, I wanted te close the pub, kick everyone out an eat yer sweet cunt right there on the bar,” he whispered in my ear as his hands traveled up my skirt.

“God, I wanted you too. I was so hot every time I looked over at your table,” I told him breathlessly.

His hand cupped my pussy and his rough thick thumb rubbed my clit as he kissed me. I moaned and arched against him, only vaguely aware of the driver possibly seeing us in the back seat.

“I’m gonna fek ye so hard ye won’t remember yer god damned name, kitten,” he said in a harsh tone as he rubbed me harder.

“Your name is the only one that matters,” I moaned and felt myself tense up as he worked my pussy to orgasm.

I pressed against him and bit his shoulder to stifle my screams as I came. He drew in a harsh breath but talked me through it in a deep voice thick with lust.

“That’s right, kitten. Come fer me, come on me hand, come on, good girl…fek yeah…”

I came for him, and as we pulled up in front of the house, I was ready to come again and again.

He pulled his hand from between my clenched thighs and sucked his thumb, savoring my taste like a fine wine. We barely made it up the steps of his house, we were kissing and so drunk on our love for each other that navigating a short path seemed almost impossible.

He fumbled with the front door key in the lock until it swept open and Sylvie the housekeeper found us entwined on the front steps.

“Sir, I tried to call you,” she said in a frantic voice. “Please, she barged in and I didn’t know what to do.”

“What’s going on?” Knox asked, suddenly serious. “Who barged in?”

I straightened out my tee shirt and skirt and smoothed my hair as Sylvie continued. “I don’t know her, I’ve never seen her before in my life.”

“What is she talking about, Knox?” I asked, the nerves jumping under my skin making me feel like a cat in a room full of dogs.

“She’s talking ‘bout me I figure,” said a woman’s voice from the entrance way. “Ain’t that right, love?”

I glanced past Sylvie and saw a tall, willowy red headed woman with an Irish accent and an attitude to match her fiery hair standing in the hallway, watching us with a smirk on her face.

“Who are you?” I demanded angrily and stepped inside the house.

“Oh, Knox, ain’t ye gonna be polite now and introduce me to yer guest?” the woman said.

Knox was silent, I looked back at him and almost gasped at the evil glare on his face. His usually bright eyes were dark with anger and his mouth was twisted in a mean grimace.

“Why if yer not gonna do it, I will,” the woman said stepping towards me and extending her hand. I didn’t take it and she laughed. “I’m Sabrina O’Connor…Knox’s wife.”

Chapter Twenty Six

Lennon

“Knox,” I said in a high-pitched strained voice without looking back at him, “what the hell is she talking about?”

“Oh did he never mention me then?” Sabrina asked with a wide, nasty grin. “We’ve been married for almost ten years now, ain’t that right, love?”

“Our marriage was annulled,” Knox growled, “and you god damned well know it was a sham to begin with.”

“Ain’t ye gonna tell yer girl about it?” Sabrina laughed. “Tis a good tale, full of love and heartbreak and criminal activities.”

Sylvie looked increasingly distressed and I felt sorry for her. She had done no wrong, this Sabrina seemed like the kind of woman who would never take no for an answer. She had probably barged in against Sylvie’s wishes.

I decided to let her off the hook.

“It’s quite all right, Sylvie. You can go to bed, we’ve got this,” I told her with a smile.

“Oh Miss, I feel so awful,” she replied, wringing her hands and scrunching her face up.

“It’s not your fault,” I reassured her. “Go home or sleep here, but you need some rest. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

“Tis quite all right, Sylvie,” Knox agreed. He stepped forward and put his hand on my shoulder to offer me support. “It ain’t yer fault.”

“Thank you,” Sylvie said and dashed off out of the entrance foyer.

“So ye got servants now, do ye?” Sabrina laughed. “A street urchin like ye ordering folks around like dat. Did he ever tell ye about his upbringing?”

I shook my head. “We haven’t had much time to get to know each other, but whatever he’s done is in the past and I love him for it and in spite of it.”

“So if ye found out he was bombin’ up churches and schools, it would na bother ye?” Sabrina smirked.

I glanced at Knox who still had that mask of anger that made my own stomach watery and flip flop in fear. I didn’t know how Sabrina could look at him like that and not back down.

“I had nothin to do with that,” Knox growled. “I was out of the group by the time ye started blowing up wee kids and such.”

“What group?” I asked, alarmed.

“The IRA,” Sabrina replied with a triumphant grin. “Yer lover was part of a terrorist organization. Still is, really, being married to me.”

“He’s a good man, that’s all that matters,” I said defiantly and placed my hand on Knox’s chest. “And he’s mine in spite of whatever shit you might bring to our doorstep.”

“Tis not shite, tis legal paperwork,” Sabrina replied, glaring at me. She reached into her purse and pulled out an envelope and thrust it towards us. I grabbed it and stared back at her, hating her stupid smug face just then. “Open it up, it’s a copy of the marriage license.”

“You were supposed to file an annulment,” Knox said in a low, tense tone. I could tell he was on the verge of snapping.

“Ye know me an paperwork,” she laughed. “Besides, we hafta get the church to sign off on it too. I saw ye on the news and I hate te be the one te break it to ye, but ye ain’t getting married on Friday.”

I wanted to smash my fist into her face, an urge I’d never experienced before, but instead I opened the envelope and found the marriage license and all the papers for an annulment.

Knox would have to sign them to make it go through, but I noticed the spot where Sabrina was supposed to sign was blank.

She hadn’t signed them yet.

“So what do you want?” I asked, holding them up. Behind me I could feel Knox’s body as taut as a bow pulled back, ready to spring.

“Why would ye ask that?” she laughed. “I just want an annulment, I got a fella of me own to marry.”

“You haven’t signed them yet, you obviously want something,” I said.

“Well, if you insist. I have a little need. I mean our organization has a little need. We’ve got some merchandise that needs te be shipped and our regular lines of transport have been…compromised,” Sabrina said over my shoulder to Knox.

“Speak plainly,” Knox growled. “Just tell me what ye fekking need for me to get these papers signed.”

“We need your private jet,” Sabrina smiled, a cold and reptilian smile. “We’ve got guns and cocaine that need to get to Mexico so our organization gets paid. We’re short on funds, ye see, and we need this deal to go smoothly or they won’t buy from us again.”

“And by compromised, you mean your regular transport has been discovered by law enforcement?” I asked.

She moved her gaze to my face and I almost gasped at how cold and calculating she was. “Yes, love. That’s exactly what I mean. If ye want te marry your big, bad fighter here, yer gonna have te convince him to do this.”

Of course I wanted to marry him, but I could never put Knox’s safety and our future at risk for the red haired bitch who had just dropped into our lives.

Knox glanced down at me and said, “We’ll talk about it and get back to ye in the mornin’.”

He grabbed my hand and pulled behind him up the stairs to our bedroom.

Knox couldn’t possibly be considering her demands, could he?

I looked back down at her and shuddered at the calculating smile she gave me. She knew she’d already won.

Chapter Twenty Seven

Knox

“There is no way this is going to work,” Lennon said in a frustrated sigh. “I would rather not marry you than have you caught up in some international drug smuggling for a freaking terrorist group!”

“She’s not gonna go away, kitten,” I replied, trying to get her to calm down. “She’ll hold that paper over me head every chance she’s got now if we don’t handle this right now.”

“So let her, what does it matter?” Lennon demanded, standing in front of me with her arms crossed and her chin thrust out defiantly.

“It’ll matter,” I told her. “It’ll matter when we have wee ones of our own and Sabrina comes around again. It’ll matter if she goes to the press and tells everyone about me past connections and me marriage to her. You don’t think it will matter right now, but some time in the future it will fekking matter and it will hurt us and our family.”