There were too many feels in my other stories so I had to take a break to work something a little more light and bubbly. Prepare yourselves for the cuteness!
"Up an' at 'em!" Aislinn screamed from the hallway. "I fixed breakfast."
"Ten more minutes!" I replied, pulling the pillow over my head.
"Don't make me get Connor!" She warned. "'E wont be so polite in wakin' ye."
"Shut yer 'ole! We're gettin' up!" Murphy replied. He shifted beside me and his arm tightened around my waist. "Best be gettin' dressed, love. Food'll be gone 'fore we can make it downstairs.
"I can't eat anyway." I groaned.
"Whatcha mean ye can't eat? Yer carryin' m'child. Yer gonna eat." He growled, nipping my bare shoulder.
I rolled over to face him. "I can eat all you want, but it will just end up coming back up."
Murphy smirked. "'Ow far along are ye?"
"Seven weeks now." I stretched before searching the floor for my clothes. I found my night shirt on the floor beside Murphy. I casually leaned over his bare chest, reaching for the discarded fabric.
"S'a bit early fer dat, aye?" He chuckled, slapping my ass playfully.
"Obviously not." I snorted, feeling his steadily rising erection nudging at my stomach. "We need to go downstairs." I pulled back, having finally retrieved my shirt and pulled it on. I climbed out of bed on my own side and made my way to the bathroom. By the time I had finished cleaning up and reentered the bedroom, Murphy was already fully dressed. He slipped by me to enter the bathroom himself as I searched for clean panties and a pair of shorts. "Are we going somewhere today?"
"Connor an' I needed ta run an errand. It'll only take a while. Ye needn't worry 'bout goin'." He snuck up behind me, slipping a hand around my stomach, seemingly more gently than ever, and kissed the side of my neck. "Let's go git ye both fed."
Entering the kitchen, I quickly realized that Aislinn had moved the food outside on the patio so that I didn't have to smell the sausage and pudding she had prepared for everyone else. My ginger tea and fruit salad was sitting on the end of the table, a few extra inches away from everyone else's plates. Connor and Romeo had no qualms about stuffing their faces while no one else was there. They had nearly finished by the time we arrived at the table.
"S'about time." Connor laughed.
"Congratulations!" Romeo shouted.
Murphy just smiled, beaming with pride, as I nibbled on a strawberry, trying not to think about the smell of the sausage.
Connor went to light a cigarette as soon as he finished scarfing down his food and Aislinn slapped his shoulder. "No, ye don'!"
"Fer the love o' Christ, woman!" Connor groaned.
"We're outside. It's fine." I muttered.
"See? S'fine." Connor scoffed. "Can't even enjoy m'self in me own 'ouse..." He muttered.
"Oy, shut up!" Murphy said, defensively.
"Can we get into what 'appened while we were gone, then?" Connor asked, ignoring his brother. Everyone at the table turned to look at Aislinn.
"Aye." She muttered. "Ian got in a bit o' trouble." She began.
I scoffed at that notion. "He owed some loan sharks about $10,000 and somehow gave them the impression that we would cover his debt."
"What?" Connor snapped.
"The hell he owe that kind of cash for?" Romeo asked.
"The fuck 'appened?" Murphy asked.
"'E's a bit o' a gambler..." Aislinn admitted.
"Mac Tire came to see us. He paid Ian's debt."
"Mac Tire doesn't just do somethin' fer nothin'." Connor said.
"What did 'e ask o' ye?" Murphy asked, looking directly at me.
"It wasn't bad." I sighed.
"'E wants a meetin' with the Saints. Said 'e'd pay the debt if we'd convince ye just ta meet wid 'im as soon as ye returned." Aislinn finished.
"What does 'e want wid us?" Murphy asked.
"Isn't it obvious, Murph?" Connor asked, butting out his cigarette.
"He wants you both to join him in his conquest of the Deartháireacha Dorcha." I answered.
"The Deartháireacha Dorcha? Didn't we already conquest those guys?" Romeo asked.
"Irish gangs run deep. We got the bosses, few underbosses. There are still members underneath them that we haven't even touched." Connor muttered. He and Murphy looked at each other as Murphy finished his last few bites of breakfast. They were sharing thoughts, I could tell right away. "Rom, ye'll stay 'ere wid the girls. We've got a few errands ta run. We'll be back in a few 'ours."
"Why the hell I got to babysit?" Romeo asked.
"We don' need a babysitter. We proved we can 'andle ourselves!" Aislinn protested.
"Just a precaution, dear." Connor stood, kissing her forehead. "Make that meetin' with Mac Tire. We'll see what 'e 'as ta say." Aislinn nodded complacently.
Murphy followed his brother's lead, kissing me on the cheek and placing a hand over my stomach before he muttered "I'll be back soon, love." and followed his twin into the house.
I was reading a pregnancy book in the bay window of my office when the twins returned home. I didn't hear Murphy enter the room until he cleared his throat in the doorway.
"Oh, hey. I didn't know you were back so soon."
"We've been gone fer 5 'ours." Murphy scoffed. I looked at the wall clock and it confirmed that I had indeed lost track of time. "Are ye workin'?"
"I haven't been able to focus at all." I laughed. I showed him the front of the book I was reading. "I'm reading up on all of the horrible things that are about to happen to me."
"Don't say all that." Murphy sighed. He crossed the room quickly with his long, languid stride. "S'the miracle o' life, love." He kneeled on his knees beside me and I noticed he was holding something behind his back. "We went ta Ma's. She's tryin' ta convince Connor ta git Aislinn pregnant as well."
"That will go over well." I rolled my eyes. "What's that?" I asked, placing the book down on my lap. Murphy showed me his hands, revealing that he was holding a book. "Scéalta Grá Mór na hÉireann." I read aloud. "Great Irish Love Stories?"
"Ma found it. Thought it might 'elp ye wid yer writin'." He admitted. He placed the book on my lap, over the pregnancy book. "Go on, open it." He said, nervously.
His eyes watched my face intently as I picked up the book. It felt light for a book of its size. I lifted the cover and the book fell open to a particular chapter. I found the explanation for its light weight right away. The pages of the book, just beneath the chapter entitled Cuchulainn and Emer, had been hollowed out in the perfect shape of a heart. Hanging from the center of the heart by a red satin ribbon was a dainty diamond ring. "Murph –"
"'old on. I gotta say somethin'. Cuchulainn was a great Irish warrior. When 'e met Emer, she was the most beautiful creature 'e'd ever seen. She was everything 'e'd ever wanted. It was love at first sight. She was a difficult one. Emer told Cuchulainn tha' no man would ever possess her until 'e 'ad slain 'undreds o' men and made 'is name known across Ireland. Cuchulainn went on a quest and spent years away just ta do Emer's biddin'. She waited on 'im ta return. Cuchulainn proved 'imself ta Emer when 'e returned. They were never separated ag'in." Murphy explained. He reached for the ribbon, pulling one strand on the bow and loosening the ring into his hand. He picked up my left hand, bringing it to his lips to kiss my knuckles. "I wan' ye ta know tha' this isn't because yer carryin' m'child. I bought this fer yer prom night, just before shite got dangerous. I knew I wanted te possess ye from the moment I first saw ye, it just took me a few years ta prove myself ta ye." His eyes never left mine. I felt the silent tears rolling down my cheeks and couldn't form words. "Well, lass? What d'ye say? Am I worthy yet?"
All I could manage was to shake my head yes and laugh hysterically. He slipped the ring on my finger so I could finally get a good look at it. It was a two karat, princess cut diamond on a dainty, diamond covered silver band. On either side of the diamond was a trinity knot, just like the one on my hip. "It's perfect." I gasped.
"Ye really like it?"
My response was to pull his mouth to mine in a passionate kiss. "You kept this all that time?"
"Aye." He wrapped his hand in my hair and forced his lips to mine again. "Is breá liom i bhfad tú amhlaidh! Tá mé chomh sásta!"
I felt that familiar burn in the pit of my stomach and moved myself to face him, placing the books beside me on the bench seat. He took the hint, grabbing my legs behind the knees and pulling me forward to the edge of the cushion. "Ye wan' me ta possess ye now, love?"
"Please?" I whimpered.
He chuckled against my mouth, spreading my legs and pulling down my shorts. I leaned back against the cold glass of the window, tangling my fingers in his dark hair. He made his way to the apex of my thighs, breathing in deeply, blowing on the hot, moist area, kissing the inside of my thighs, biting the sensitive skin.
He nuzzled his nose against the lace, causing me to jump when he grazed my swollen peak of sensitivity. His hands slid up my thighs and his teeth clamped down on the material, nearly biting the skin. He lifted my hips gently, tugging the material with his mouth, sliding my panties down my legs and holding them in his mouth in front of me, like a dog with a bone. I took the panties from his mouth and ruffled his hair. He smirked at me and dived between my legs, making me gasp as his tongue swirled around my clit, lapping the wetness. "Ye taste so fuckin' good, girl." He mumbled against the tiny ball of nerves, shoving a finger into me, causing my hips to buck. I clawed at the nape of his neck, bucking shamelessly against his mouth, trying to find my release.
"Almost." I breathed, tugging at his hair, pushing him further.
He drove another finger into me, increasing his speed, flicking faster with his tongue. "Come fer me, baby. I wanna taste ye." He purred. And that was it, his words were my undoing. I shook with my orgasm, spasming around his fingers. "That can't be it, girl. Come on." He muttered, lapping at me some more, causing me to cry out again, then kissing his way up my stomach, running his hands across my covered chest, down my stomach.
In my sex-sated state, I barely recalled him undoing his belt and the rip of his zipper, just before he thrust into me. I gasped at the sudden fullness as he dug his fingers into my thighs, pulling me onto him. His lips worked against mine as he was on his knees between my legs, barely moving his hips. I could tell he was trying not to come so quickly. I rolled my hips up and felt him thump inside of me. "Christ on the cross!" He swore, teeth baring down.
I giggled innocently and bit down on his lower lip. "Lord's name."
"Bhraitheann tú chomh maith, cailín." He muttered, finding a slow pace in his hips.
I felt myself painfully close already. All of my nerve endings were on overdrive. Never had it been so easy for me to reach my peak this quickly before. I braced a hand on Murphy's neck, digging my nails in as I found my clit with the other. Murphy watched my hand move between us and I felt his start to clench. "Do m'éileamh." I muttered, breathlessly. He gasped, cursing something in another language and I felt him explode just as I did.
Translations:
Is breá liom i bhfad tú amhlaidh! Tá mé chomh sásta! – I love you so much! I'm so happy!
Bhraitheann tú chomh maith, cailín. – You feel so good, girl.
The Irish myth of Cuchulainn and Emer is a real story. I came across it when I was researching love stories for my proposal. The similarities between the myth and my story astounded even me. I love happy little coincidences like that! I very quickly simplified it for the purpose of the proposal, but I highly recommend Googling it and reading the tale to fully appreciate it.
The ring I described in the story actually exists. I've been staring at it for weeks and can send links if anyone is interested in seeing it.