I'm so sorry this took so long to get out! I've been working on other things (if you're interested, I've updated my other projects) and unfortunately I lost the passion and drive to keep up with this story. The writer's block is insane. I'm trying my very best to get back on the ball. If anyone is still reading this one, I'm sorry and I hope it comes back to me. Until then, I'll just curb the writer's block with smut. Enjoy!

It had been a few weeks since the hit at the restaurant.

We found a small townhouse in a village just outside of Killarney. It was just far enough away from Annabelle that she didn't feel like it was necessary to visit daily but close enough so that she could keep the boys in check.

Aislinn and I were doing what we could to make the town house homey in our spare time. Most of our time, however, was dedicated to searching for Aislinn's younger brother, Ian.

Ian was proving hard to find. Aislinn said it was because he had various aliases. Her parents hadn't heard from him in weeks, they explained. This wasn't out of the ordinary. They didn't exactly approve of his life choices. Last they heard of, he was somewhere in Killorglin. We all agreed that after the O'Sullivan's were murdered, it would no longer be safe for Ian in Killorglin, so we ruled that one out.

The last time Aislinn saw Ian was almost two months ago. He came to see her at the bar and announced he was going to Castlemain to see someone who called himself Mac Tíre. That, so far, had been our best lead.

"Yer makin' progress." Murphy said, leaning against the door frame in only jeans that slung low on his was no telling how long he had been standing behind me, watching me paint.

"I wanna get this room done so I can get some work done at some point." I said, trying to get back to my task despite the delicious and distracting sight of him. The house we bought has a sunroom in the attic that I was renovating into an office for my writing. I had barely been out of work a few weeks and I was already feeling restless.

"I was supposed ta tell ye somethin', but yer distractin' me, lass." He walked up behind me silently after he locked the door behind him and placed his hands on my hip as I leaned up with my paint roller. "Yer arse looks amazin' like that, girl." He whispered in my ear as he wrapped his hands around my groin, slowly trailing one down to the crotch of my shorts, applying slight pressure where I was most sensitive.

"I want to finish." I said, trying to maintain my resolve.

"It kin wait." He murmured against my shoulder before kissing the bare skin there. "We don't 'ave ta rush. We 'ave our whole lives ta paint." He slid one hand up my body and grabbed my wrist, pulling it downward and wrenching the paint roller from my hand. He spun me around to face him.

"The way this is going, that's how long it will take." I muttered. "What were you going to tell me?"

"We're goin' ta Castlemain in the mornin' ta look around, try an find dat Mac Tíre feller." He placed the roller on the tray by our feet and pushed me backwards but I stopped myself before I touched the wall. "Wet paint." I whined.

He groaned in frustration and pulled me back to his chest, tilting my head up and kissed me.

"I'm glad ye got that desk, girl." He smirked at me, grabbing my ass and lifting me up off the floor and moving us to the only piece of furniture in the room, all the while our lips remained locked.

"It's supposed to be for work." I managed to mumble.

"Aye, lass. I'mma 'bout ta put ye ta work." He winked at me. I couldn't help but giggle as he leaned into me, pushing me backwards against the desk. I grabbed the sides of his face as we kissed and he reached under my top and placed his hand on my bare stomach. I ended up smearing paint on his cheeks and laughed at the sight of him. "Ye best be glad I love ye." He muttered, trying to wipe the paint off.

"If you didn't?"

"I couldn't even imagine that."

I ran my finger in some remaining wet paint that ran down my arms and dotted it at the end of his nose. "That's it, girl. Ye asked fer it." He grabbed my legs and pulled me forward so my feet touched the ground and easily flipped me over onto my stomach. He stood me up long enough to pull my shirt over my head and then leaned my upper body forward. He placed one hand on the pit of my stomach and wrenched my shorts and underwear off with the other. I heard his belt and the rip of his zipper before he wrapped one hand in my ponytail and pulled back so that his lips were brushing my ear. "Ye'll let me know if I hurt ye, aye? I'll stop if ye tell me."

I nodded weakly, kind of distracted by his actions, barely focused on his words. He kissed my neck, then my shoulder a few times before rearranging my legs to spread a little wider. He ran his fingers along my slit and hummed in delight before grabbing my hips and slamming into me without warning. I screamed in surprise as my whole body lurched forward.

"Ye alright?" He watched me intently and ran a hand down my back. I mumbled my consent and he latched onto my hips again before he found a rhythm to his thrusting. I folded my hands on the desk and used them as a pillow as I tried to focus on breathing. "I wanna see ye." Murphy pleaded. I faintly remember him touching my ear as I pushed up on my elbows, lifting my torso enough for him to grab my hair, pulling me up until I was almost standing upright. He found my breasts and kneaded them gently in both hands before tweaking my nipples in between his thumbs and forefingers. In the heat of his thrusting, I managed to find the courage to search for my clit, taking it in two fingers and massaging it. My breathing was labored as I moaned under his touch. "Don't stop."

"Yer close?" He breathed in my ear and I nodded. His hands left my breasts and grabbed my wrists, pulling them from the bundle of nerves at the apex of my thighs and pushing me down so I had to support myself with my hands. I groaned in frustration as he pumped into me, pulling out completely and ramming into me again. He repeated this motion a few more times before I heard the telltale moans as he twitched inside of me. "Fuck!" He screamed, smacking my ass at just the right time. "Come fer me, Rebecca!" He commanded and it sent me over the edge. I reached backwards to grab onto to any part of him I could manage as I struggled to find purchase as I spiraled out of control.