A/N: Thank you for your continued support for this series of one shots and short multi-chapter stories based Michael Westen's time in Ireland. This is the 3rd and penultimate chapter in the tale of Michael McBride's introduction to the Glenanne Family.
A BIG thank you too, to the wonderful Jedi Skysinger for her BETA work on all my stories.
Here is a short reminder of where we are up to in this short multi-chapter story:
Fiona and Sean Glenanne, the notoriously hot headed youngest of the Glenanne siblings, have been given a special assignment by the ruling council of the Provisional IRA. Their mission is to infiltrate the ranks of the rival break away organization which calls itself the Real IRA and by whatever means they deem necessary to bring an end to the rogue group.
For while the Provo is at least willing to discuss a cease fire with the British government and work with the other parties towards a lasting peace in the province, the RIRA are determined to bring an end to any peace talks and bring about a return to the law of the gun and the bomb.
To this end, Sean and Fiona along with her new boyfriend, Michael McBride, have planned a daring raid on a demolition company's supply of high grade dynamite.
Now on with the story…
WHO WE ONCE WERE
Chapter Thirteen
Belfast -March '98 Part Three
Fleenstown, County Meath, Eire.
Just below the skyline in the middle of a farmer's field a mile outside Fleenstown, Sean Glenanne lay prone upon a plastic ground sheet, peering through the night scope on his recently purchased Armalite AR50 sniper rifle.
He had been lying in the same position for over three hours, patiently keeping watch on the demolition company's depot nearly half a mile away, monitoring the guards patrolling the compound.
He watched as the truck with his sister and her boyfriend concealed inside passed through the security checkpoint without a hitch and then took note of where it was parked amongst the other Murphy Demolition company vehicles.
So far, much to Fiona's older brother's amazement, Michael McBride's idea for getting them inside was going like clockwork. Sean just hoped the rest of the plan was going to go as smoothly.
He was still finding it hard to get his head around the fact that his little sister, whose motto up until now had always been 'if something looked too good to be true, shoot it,' had so easily begun to trust the dark haired stranger who had been in their lives for mere months, instead of the years that were normally required for anyone to get that close to his family.
In the field snipers can spend hours, or sometimes even days, waiting take just one shot and no matter how diligently you work to stay focused on the task, your mind is going to wander.
Sean shook his head. He liked McBride well enough. The man was an asset on the pub dart's team, he was also good to have around in a fight and, what made him especially useful, he was not one for getting drunk and blab about things which should be kept private. But the man from Kilkenny's growing relationship with Fiona was beginning to cause ripples within the rival republican groups and that could be a big problem.
He had already had Pat Keenan asking questions about tha quiet fella followin' Fiona around like a lost puppy... Others wanted to know when Michael McBride was going to fully commit to the Real IRA. According to Liam, the Provo Council was beginning to question their spies' loyalty, as in their eyes Fiona was at risk of becoming compromised due to spending far too much time with her new beau at a time when she should be spending working to bring down the RIRA, not sleeping with one of their supporters... An' nar Liam wa' lookin' inta tha lad, which could lead ta nothin' good...Tha family get together on Sunday wa' lookin' ta become very interesting...
Movement down in the compound brought his attention back to the depot down below. The tall mesh gates were closing and the guards who had been standing out in the open were now retreating into the gatehouse. The Irishman checked his watch. He would wait another half hour to ensure that the men inside weren't about to start another patrol.
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"Tis clear. Get movin'."
As soon as Sean's voice came through the radio clutched in Fiona's hand, the auburn haired paramilitary nodded to her boyfriend, who at her signal used his shoulder to separate one section of the false wall they were hiding behind from the metal frame of the rest of the container.
Silently the couple moved to the back of the truck and then slipped out in to the cold night air. Doing their best to keep to the shadows, they made it all the way to the warehouse which was holding their prize before Sean's voice came through the radio again.
"Get down!"
With her blood pumping fast and a warm glow covering every part of her frame, Fiona grabbed her lover's arm and with a jerk pulled him to the ground beside her behind a row of nearby oil drums. This wa' whot she lived fer, tha chance ta test har metal against tha world.
They waited in silence until the crunch of booted feet faded into the distance and then for Sean from his sniper perch to give them the all clear.
Moving out of their cover, they returned to the warehouse. After taking one quick look at the fancy alarm on the main doors, she turned away. There was no way she could crack the code, not without her brother Colin at her side.
"It's gonna have ta be tha roof, let's go... Michael, leave it, tis impossible," she hissed when McBride didn't immediately follow her. He was running his fingers around the control panel, his eyes narrowed in concentration. "I said tis unbreakable, so unless ya have tha skills o' a master burglar thot ya have failed ta mention..." she added and then smiled indulgently when he snatched his hand away.
"I wa' jus lookin'," he muttered.
"Thar's nae time fer sightseeing, keep up!" she chided and tugged on his sleeve to get him to follow. "Come on' we need ta go wit' yar plan an' go fer tha roof befer them guards come back around."
Their surveillance earlier in the day had already shown them that due to the flat roof of the warehouse, there was nothing for a grappling hook to latch on to. So they rolled a couple of oil drums over to the wall and then she waited to see if McBride was going to live up to his earlier boasting during their planning stage.
"Thot wall is whot… fifteen maybe twenty feet high? I can get up thar an' then pull ya up... I've done it befer. When ya runnin' fram tha law, ya do whot ya have ta ta getaway." She had been sceptical at the time that anyone could scale that height without the benefit of a rope or some sort of hand hold. But his confidence had shone through, even after Sean had threatened to shoot him if he messed up.
"Sean?" she whispered into the radio, knowing she didn't need to say anymore as her brother would be watching all that was happening.
"Tis clear, if yer quick..."
She watched with bated breath as her lover took several steps back and then without a moments hesitation ran at the wall and, with an almost catlike agility, propelled himself upwards until his fingers gripped the roof and he pulled himself up and onto the flat surface.
Clambering onto the oil drums, Fiona caught the rope that dropped down and tied off one end to the bag holding their equipment. With their supplies safely up on the roof, she stretched up standing on her tiptoes, reaching for McBride's hand and with a short jump, he had hold of her, pulling her up.
Keeping low, they moved to a corner of the roof and waited until the next patrol passed by and once given the all clear by her brother, Michael brought out the silenced drill fixed with a circular saw and cut a hole through the bitumen covered felt roof and the wooden boards underneath.
It took him several minutes to cut a hole large enough for them to drop through, but when it was finished they both smiled as they stared down at the armoured truck waiting for them below.
It doesn't matter if you're a spy or a civilian. Falling isn't fun. You can minimize injury by absorbing shock with your knees and rolling as you hit the ground. But the most important thing you need to do is remain calm and accept that it's going to hurt.
"Let me go first." Her lover's lips brushed against her cheek as he whispered in her ear.
"Be careful, ya break a leg an' Am nae carrying ya out."
"I wouldnae expect ya ta." He grinned in that devil may care way which sent a warm glow through her and then lowered himself through the hole.
After hanging by his fingertips for a second or two, McBride let go and dropped. Rolling on landing, he was soon on his feet looking none the worse for the fall.
Sending the bag down on the rope, Fiona copied her lover's actions and lowered herself through the gap until she was dangling in the air. Then after taking a breath, she let go, falling into her lover's embrace. His strong arms slowing her descent, she slid down against his body until her feet touched the ground.
"Are ya havin' fun yet, me luv?" He spun her around, crushing her in his arms, his mouth closing over hers in a bruising kiss which left her breathless.
When she looked up, she could see the same love of danger shining in his eyes as she felt in her heart. A delicious tingling sensation like an electric current traveled through her, making her shiver with anticipation... Jaysus, wit' this man at har side, she could burn tha world down... They war gonna commit mayhem together... She could feel it in har bones.
"Tha truck, McBride," she gasped, forcing her mind back into the game. "We have a job ta do. Sean will kill us if we take taa long."
"Whot d'ya want me ta do first?" He stepped back, his fingers trailing down the sleeve of her jacket before his hands dropped to his sides.
"First, we get tha back open. I wanna see all thot lovely dynamite wit' me own eyes." She headed for the rear of the vehicle with McBride on her heels.
"Yer like a kid in a sweet shop," he chuckled as the petite red head produced her lock picking tools.
"Only I prefer black powder ta black jacks an' real bombs ta lemon bon bons," she quipped as the doors swung open.
"Oh my…" she said dreamily at the fifty wooden boxes packed to sticks of dynamite and then took a deep breath in and let it out slowly. "Whot I could do wit' this lot... Planted in tha right spot we could-"
"Only tisn't ours." McBride reminded her softly. "Fi, we have ta -"
"Yer right," she huffed. "Ya get on an' plant tha trackers while I see ta our way out."
"Oh, ya can count on me, darlin' girl." He smiled her, his teeth gleaming in the dark.
She shook her head at his enthusiasm for the job as he delved into the bag of electronics her oldest sibling had given to Sean to tag the boxes of dynamite.
Leaving her boyfriend to his task, Fiona turned her attention to the floor to ceiling steel doors which barred their exit.
It didn't take her long to come to the conclusion that even from the inside, she could see no way to bypass the numerical code on the control panel and the lock itself was far to sturdy to attack with either the drill or the very small explosive charges she had deemed safe to use so close to a large store of dynamite.
With the door itself unbreakable, the tiny explosive expert turned her attention to the hinges on either side. There were three of them on each side and as she suspected they were made of regular hardened steel, held in place with matching steel bolts.
It wa' like puttin' a big fancy padlock on yar garage ta protect ya expensive car an' securin' it wit' a cheap hasp an' staple lock fram tha local hardware shop... This wa' gonna be easy…
Smiling she went to the bag to retrieve the charges she had spent an hour making up earlier.
"Michael, ar' ya nae done wit' tham trackers yet?" she called out lowly.
"Jus' finishin'…" He peered out of the back of the truck. "I wanted ta make sure I do this right."
"Jus' donnae take taa long... Ya need ta get inta tha cab. All this will be fer nothin' if ya cannae get this tin can ta go."
It took several minutes to get all the charges in place and by the time she turned around, Michael was using the hydraulic spreader on the truck door. The loud creaking of twisting metal was setting her teeth on edge and she felt a rush of fear that the noise would lead to them being discovered before they were ready.
"Donnae worry. I checked with Sean befer I started," Michael answered her unasked question.
"Good, yer learnin' fast. Nar how about gettin' this beast started so we can get outta hare an' ya get ta collect yar reward?" She smiled as he turned away and then stood back to enjoy the view of Michael McBride, armed with a hammer and chisel, bending over as he used the tools to break the vehicle's steering lock and to pry away the plastic cowling covering the electronics he needed to get at in order to bypass the need for a key.
Jaysus, I need ta get me mind outta tha gutter.... Blushing at the sharp memory of how they had spent their time in the concealed compartment inside the lorry, the expert thief forced her mind off of her boyfriend's impressive physique and back onto the job at hand.
"Get a move on, Michael. We need ta be gone befer dawn." she ordered as he began to straighten up.
Climbing over the gear lever and handbrake, the dark haired man took his place behind the wheel.
"Am ready when ya ar'."
"Yer sure?"
She waited for his nod. Then as she settled in the passenger seat, Fiona pulled out the radio.
"Wa're ready ta go."
"Thar'll be a patrol passin' ya by in a few minutes," their lookout advised. "Do it in five, they'll be far enough away by then."
"We have five minutes." She flashed her boyfriend a flirty grin and batted her eyelids. "Anythin' ya wanta do – or talk about... Ya can tell me all about tham things wa're gonna do later," she teased.
"I could, sweetheart, but it'll keep til wa're home." He looked into her eyes, his expression leaving her no doubt about what he has on his mind.
"Nae even a clue?" She rested her hand on his muscular thigh. "Ya have been so very helpful. Ya should know, if we get outta o' hare clean Am willin' ta do whotever ya want as a reward."
The palm of her hand moved upwards, rubbing over the front of his pants.
"Anythin' I want? Ar' ya sure about thot?" He removed her hand, holding it in between his. "D'ya think ya trust me enough ta make a promise like thot?"
"Ya wouldnae be hare if I didnae trust ya, Michael McBride."
"Fi, yer clear... An' McBride, this is an open mike. I can hear everythin' yer both sayin'. Do I have ta remind ya tis me sister yer talkin' about?"
Moving apart, Fiona stifled a cough as her lover's features reddened. "Get ready then in 5 – 4 – 3 –" The engine of the truck sprung to life and her hand raised the trigger switch nestled in her palm. "– 2 – 1 –" as she pressed down on the button that ignited the charges, which went off like six tiny firecrackers.
Throwing the armoured truck into gear, Michael stamped down on the accelerator pedal, sending them hurtling out into the night as sirens began to sound all around them.
Far away and high up on the side of the natural basin, Sean Glenanne rained bullets down on the compound, driving the guards who had come flooding out of the control room straight back inside. It took the Irishman several more shots to hit the mesh gates and break the chain holding them closed. But he managed it just before the truck with McBride at the wheel hit them, smashing them open and then going hell for leather along the narrow access lane towards the country lanes beyond.
Quickly gathering up the ground sheet in one hand and his rifle in the other, Sean ran back to where he had left his car. Tossing his equipment into the boot, he got behind the wheel and set off fast, the Sierra's wheels spinning on the dust covered road until they found some grip.
As the armoured truck rounded the corner onto what passed for a main road, Sean was ready and waiting with two home made spike strips, rolling out the pieces of carpet pierced with 6 inch nails across the lane to hopefully stop any brave fool who tried to chase after their stolen property.
"Take tha next left an' then in a quarter o' a mile yer gonna do a hard right. Thar should be nae other traffic about at this time o' night, so floor it will ya?" Fiona handed out directions, as she braced herself using the door and the dashboard for support when the heavy truck hit seventy miles an hour with Michael only using the brakes at the very last second before a bend in the road or one of the turns.
"Hare, turn hare, go through them gates. Thot's Eddie, one o' Keenan's lackeys..." She pointed to the entrance to a trading estate, the gates being held open by a large bulky man who waved them through.
"Wa're lookin' fer Dermott's Meat an' Packin' tis a freezer warehouse on - Oh thar tis…"
Michael slowed the armoured truck to a crawl and finally brought it to a stop inside the building, where six men had the rear doors open as soon as the wheels of the truck had stopped turning. By the time he had the engine switched off they were already busily unloading the boxes of explosives and depositing them into the trunks of the selection of cars parked close by.
"Fiona my dear, ya have made an old man very happy." The blond, bearded Patrick Keenan opened the ruined truck door and held out a hand to help the lithe woman inside climb down.
"Ya had nae problems I take it?"
"No, we got away clean, well, as clean as we could." She paused and cocked her head to one side as the sound of fast approaching sirens reached her ears.
"Tha Meath Garda, dontcha worry about tham. I made a big donation inta thar retired officers fund this mornin'," Keenan commented as the wailing noise faded into the distance.
"Ya think o' everythin', Pat." Fiona beamed at the older man. "I donnae whot tha organization would do without ya."
"Fall ta pieces, I dare say... Look, thar's ya brother." Keeping the petite redhead's hand in his, he dragged her along as he went to speak to the older of the Glenanne siblings, leaving Michael to trail in their wake.
"Sean, how does it look? Ar' we in tha clear?"
"Taa early ta tell, Pat. We should get movin' jus' in case... Fi, McBride, climb on in. I want some sleep tonight." Sean held out his hand to the older man, giving the RIRA shot caller no choice but to release his grip on Fiona in order not to offend her notoriously hot headed brother. "We'll be seein' ya next week in tha Wishing Well ta catch up... Tis Mother's Day this Sunday, we have ta go home."
"Ya'll be seeing yar brother then?" Keenan scowled.
"Liam, aye, but dontcha worry, our mammy has a rule, nae politics at tha table. So we'll be fine." With that, Sean got back into his car slamming the door shut before the shot caller could say anymore and with a parting wave of his hand, Mr. Glenanne reversed back and then drove away.
"Donnae think fer one minute I cannae see tha pair o' ya in tha back thar,"the sandy haired man behind the wheel warned the couple snuggled up on the back seat. "Keep yar hands ta yarselves or I'll be dumping McBride at tha side o' tha road, ya see if I donnae."
But Sean needn't have worried because his little sister was still wound as tight as a drum after committing one of the biggest explosive thefts in Irish history. The rest of the ninety minute journey home flashed by in an atmosphere of wild euphoria as the two Glenanne siblings excitedly set about bantering over the details of their latest robbery.
"Tha AR is sendin' me shots slightly off ta tha left, nae by much but tis lucky I wasnae havin' ta hit anythin' but tha gate."
"A good craftsman does nae blame his tools, brother. Ya losin' yar touch, Sean Glenanne? Yer getting' old an' suppin' taa much o' tha hard stuff... Maybe ya should book an appointment ta get ya eyesight checked?"
"Shut yar face, Fi. Ya couldnae done any better."
"I couldnae done any worse ya mean. Exactly how many shots did it take fer ya ta hit thot great lump o' a chain on tha gate?"
Then once they had finished on their skills with a rifle, they turned to other subjects.
"I hung around after ya went past. Feck it, McBride, ya warn't jokin' when ya said ya could drive. Ya took thot corner on two wheels, so ya did. I wa' expectin' ta come across tha pair smashed inta a wall or down a ditch... Ya shoulda seen it when Murphy's men came after ya. They all managed ta hit tha spike strips. I swear tha daft idjits war nae even lookin' at tha road. Three cars all wit' shredded tires... It had me laughin' all tha way ta thot meat packers."
"Am wonderin' about McBride's trojan horse ploy... D'ya think it would work getting' inta tha diamond wholesalers? Thot one in tha center o' Belfast, they hada divine necklace in thar tha last time I went past."
"Ya touch thot place an' ya'll have tha whole council comin' down on yar head. Tis under our protection, so keep yar sticky fingers ta yar self."
"Well if I cannae help meself ta some diamonds, we should at least have been allowed ta have kept a coupla sticks o' thot dynamite fer ourselves... Ya know how I like a souvenir o' whar I've been."
"Souvenirs, is it? Feck it, I'll pick ya up a snow globe next time I'm in Dublin, like tha ones Grandma has on har shelf."
They were so wrapped up in their friendly bickering that neither Fiona nor Sean noticed that Michael McBride wasn't joining in. Instead their dark haired friend was relaxing back. letting his eyes flicker between the brother and sister as he took in every word.
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Belfast, Northern Ireland
"Hey McBride ya still awake back thar? Ya best be, Am nae carryin' ya up tham stairs."
"Am awake." Michael yawned and straightened up as Sean brought his car to a stop.
"I donnae how ya could sleep all tha way home after tha night we've had... Right, I'll see ya both on Sunday. Am off ta meet wit' Liam. Am gonna stay at his place tonight."
Standing out on the pavement, Fiona wrapped an arm about her boyfriend's waist and leaned in close, enjoying the warmth of his body as they watched her older sibling drive away.
It had been a long day, an' Michael might be feeling tired, but Am certainly nae sleepy an' hadn't he made a promise....'Because when we get outta here an' this is over, Am gonna feck yar brains out an' thot's a promise' …an' thot wa' a promise I intend ta see him keep.
"Michael, we should – Michael! Whot are ya – ? Michael!" The last came out a squeal as all of a sudden Fiona found her feet swept off the ground and her body draped over her lover's shoulder.
"Michael, put me down, ya daft man." She pounded on his back. "Ow! Ya bastid, whot wa' thot for? Ow! Stop it!" One hard swat to her bottom was followed by two more stinging slaps in close succession as she continued to struggle.
"Quiet woman," McBride growled, his tone oozing menace. "Ya said we could do whotever I wanted. This is part o' it. Nar quiet down unless ya wanta put on a show fer tha neighbors."
Oh! Thot wa' different… She relaxed and let him take control, her heart rate increasing as he climbed each step wondering what he had planned for the rest of their night.
She had her own ideas how the rest of the night should go. There was nothing better than getting down and dirty after a successful mission, a wild celebration for surviving the bullets and the bombs. Her fingers itched to rip off her lover's clothes to get to the flesh beneath, to ravish him from his wavy black hair right down to his toes.
Risking another slap to her tender behind, Fiona ran her hands over her lover's taut rear end, feeling the firm muscles in each cheek bunch and straighten as he carried her up the concrete staircase to her one bedroom flat.
"Ow! Ya bastid!" Did he just pinch me on tha arse?
"Keep still nar, I warned ya."
"I wa' just admiring tha view." She pouted and then cautiously rubbed a hand over the sore spot at the top of her backside. He had... he'd pinched me arse! Oh, he wa' gonna pay fer thot.
Before she had a chance to think of a suitable punishment, she felt his shoulder dip. Then the front door swung open and they were inside. With one hard kick, he closed it behind him and without bothering to turn on the light in the living room, he carried her straight through to the bedroom.
This wa' more like it. It took all her will power not to struggle, but that didn't stop her imagination working overtime. She longed for the feel of his bristled cheeks rubbing over her tender inner thighs, his tongue deep inside her, driving her so wild she could barely breathe through the rush of ecstasy, of her impaled upon him, riding him hard her head thrown back as his hands twisted and pulled at her breasts.
She gasped as she landed on the bed, her arms and legs akimbo waiting for his next move. Whot she wanted tha most wa' ta have tha chance ta drive ham as wild as he had driven har on tha back o' thot lorry… Ta nae be able ta move or take make a sound in fear o' not only discovery but thot tha pleasure would stop... Jaysus, thot man spoiled har... He really wa' turnin' har inta tha lovestruck idjit har brothers wa' callin' har.
"So, whot next?" she asked the shadowy figure standing unmoving at the end of the bed.
"Strip…I want ya ta strip fer me, Fi." He moved back until he was leaning back against the closed door and reached out to switch on the light dangling above her head. "I wanta see every inch o' ya." He met her gaze, though his eyes were hooded, and his features expressionless.
It was disconcerting to the young woman, but Fiona was willing to play along with her boyfriend's request, at least for now. Sitting up, she shrugged out of her jacket and, crossing her arms across her body to grab the hem of her jumper, she pulled it over her head and then, holding the thin woolen garment in one hand, she let it fall to the floor.
She parted her lips and ran the tip of her tongue over her bottom lip before reaching behind her to undo the clasp on her bra. "Is this whot yer wantin', McBride?"
As the black lacy piece of lingerie joined her jumper on the floor, she slowly ran the fingers of her free hand down the center of her chest.
"Or maybe tis this?" With a jerk of her hand, the belt was undone.
"Or this?" A flick of her thumb and the steel button on her waist band came free.
"I think ya definitely want ta see this." The zipper slid down and in a heartbeat her cargo pants and black lace knickers were over her hips and half way down her thighs.
"An' Am pretty sure this is whot yer really lookin' fer." Keeping her eyes on her boyfriend's inscrutable features, she swallowed thickly and splayed her fingers over her womanhood.
"D'ya like whot ya see?"
Letting her knees fall apart as much as her clothing would allow, the auburn haired siren spread herself open to him, running one finger between her folds, a soft moan issued from her lips.
She was already wet, her body aching for his touch. "Ya– "
Her words cut off as he pushed away from the door, his strong hands wrapping around her ankles, causing her to gasp in surprise. "Yer takin' far taa long, sweetheart. Ya mind if I speed things along?" His voice was silky smooth, but underlined with the promise of violence.
His fingers were now on the laces of her boots, undoing the narrow strips of cord before sending the heavy footwear across the room to land with a thump. Her socks followed and then he peeled off the remains of the clothes bunched above her knees.
He stared at her lying totally naked and exposed before him his intense gaze, making her tingle all over. "Yer beautiful, ya know thot, dontcha?" he murmured, as his fingertips stroked along her thigh. "Beautiful... strong... and dangerous."
His low voice was a curious mixture of soothing and terrifying and strangely hypnotic. She threw her head back as one finger traced circles over her center and then slipped inside. "Ahhhh, I thought this would be me drivi' ya… cr – a – zy?"
"D'ya remember whot I said about anticipation?" He sat on the edge of the bed between her legs. "This is me anticipatin' whot is gonna come next." A second finger joined the first, pumping slowly in and out of her. "A warm up fer round two…" He leaned over her, dipping his head down to lightly place a kiss on one nipple and then the other, making her squirm in the process.
"Have I ever told ya whot a bastid ya ar', Mic – hael M – McBride?" She moaned into his mouth, for as he moved his lips to hers, he slipped another finger inside and pushed them all the way in, filling her up in the most glorious way.
"Aye, ya have, luv," he whispered into her ear just before biting down on her lobe. "But I think ya throw thot word about taa easy." He moved onto her throat and then back to her breasts, his tongue teasing one nipple to hardness before turning to the other.
She writhed underneath him, his clothing rubbing against her already sensitive skin while his fingers buried deep inside her drove her wild, his weight pining her down to the bed until she came in a rush, clinging onto his arm while he suckled on one breast.
Only when she screamed his name did he slow his moves and pull her into his arms, cradling her petite frame against his chest, one hand stroking her cheek while murmuring endearments into her ear as the aftershocks tore through her body.
Gently drawing her sweat dampened hair away from her face, he stared into her eyes and smiled. "Are ya ready fer round two nar, me darlin' girl?"
"Round two?" She lay back with a sultry smile on her swollen kissed bruised lips as he got to his feet. "Thar is ta be a round two?"
"O' course, luv... At times I may be tha bastid ya call me, Fiona Glenanne, but one thing ya will learn about me is I always keep me word."
She watched as he finally removed his jacket and his jumper, revealing a white t-shirt underneath. He was reaching for the buckle in the colors of the Irish flag when his girlfriend launched her own attack.
This war nae fair, he's wound me up til every inch o' me is quivering... She wanted her dark haired lover and was no longer prepared to wait. Tha anticipation o' a well played seduction wa' fine, but instant gratification had its place taa.
The only thought filling her mind was she wanted Michael McBride, stripped naked and his body hers to play with. She knocked his hands away from his belt, ripping the thin strip of leather from the loops of his black pants and with fingers supple enough to pick any lock, she soon had his trousers and underpants down about his ankles.
"Fi – Fiona."
"Hush, tis my turn. Round two is all mine." She slithered off the bed, her hands roaming over his powerful thighs and where her hands went her mouth followed, kissing and licking over his skin.
When his fingers tangled in her hair, she paused, staring up at him, and then turned her attention back to kissing him everywhere except where he was trying to guide her as her fingers worked on the laces of his boots.
Finally with her present unwrapped, Fiona turned to the one part of her lover's anatomy yet to receive any attention. She licked the tip, tasting him, drawing in his masculine musky scent, accepting him into her mouth when he offered her his length, sucking on his manhood as if it was her favorite flavor in the whole world while his grip on her hair tightened and soft moans came from between his lips.
"Fi – Fi – me luv, me darlin'..."
She tried to ignore his sharp tugging on her hair. She wanted him to come in her mouth, to feel his legs shake and for him to make those sounds which told her she had won.
"Fiona, stop." His hand gently cupped her chin and very carefully drew her back and away from himself. "Am nae ready ta end this night, come hare, come..."
He drew her up onto her feet and turned her away, so that her back was leaning against his chest. "Wa're doin' it my way tonight an' I have sommit in mind, sommit yer gonna love."
His hands skimmed over her warm glistening skin, his fingers dancing lightly over her ribs to cup her breasts, squeezing the soft pliant flesh before he took her arms and guided them up above her head so she could run her fingers through his hair. From there he drew circles on her skin, all the way down, over her flat belly, around her hips, along the tops of her thighs until he cupped her bottom.
The feeling of having a man so close behind her, with her body so exposed and vulnerable was both nerve racking and an incredible aphrodisiac. Memories of the night of her graduation party, of that awful night a man had last managed to sneak up behind her, raced to the surface and had been making her tremble with fear were now being beaten back new sensations, as every touch of her lover's hands inflamed her desire for him to do more than just touch.
She let her mouth fall open as one large strong hand ceased kneading her behind and slipped between her legs, rubbing over her clitoris. She was on the verge of coming again, her body convulsing with the rising wave of euphoria threatening to overwhelm her when she felt her lover's knee bump into the back of her leg, urging her up onto the bed. Another nudge and she was kneeling on the edge of the mattress and he was leaning forwards holding her close, the palm of one hand splayed over her stomach, while the other still nestled in her most intimate spot.
"Ya okay wit' this, darlin'?" He nuzzled her ear.
He must have picked up on me nervousness... "Am fine, Michael, more than fine…"
She turned her head as far as she could and kissed him. Their tongues swirled together as he deepened the kiss, his hold on her tightened as she felt him line himself up and then slowly slide into her slick warm center all the way to her core.
"Oh!"
His hips rocked and sent a wave of pure pleasure through her which instantly chased away the last of her doubts. She had never allowed anyone to do this to her before, not even Armand. She could feel him pulsing inside her and knew it had to be as good for him as it was for her.
She pushed back, grinding her bottom into his groin, which elicited a long moan from her man and was all the encouragement for her to do it again and again. His hands slipped to her hips as he straightened up, gaining speed and force as their bodies crashed together in pursuit of ecstasy until they both collapsed forward in a sweaty, panting heap.
"Jaysus girl, thot war bloody fantastic." He rolled off her before his weight could squashed her completely into the mattress and wriggled up the bed until he had his head resting on his pillows and Fiona cradled against his side.
"I – I have nae words," she answered snuggling even closer, laying one arm over his chest and one leg over his limbs, pinning him to the bed.
"Thot has ta be a first fer ya," he grinned, obviously very pleased with himself and then he winced as the woman in his arms tweaked one of his nipples.
"Ya can stop thot nar. If I want ta hear smart arsed remarks, I'll give Sean a call."
"I'll stop." He gently rubbed the abused part of his chest. "Nae more smart arsed comments, I promise."
"Good, I donnae think I could manage any make up sex right nar." She smiled and then twisted around to kiss him better, letting her tongue linger for just a second before settling back into his arm.
"It's been a good day," he agreed and then he sighed, but it was not entirely a happy sound and in the midst of her bliss, that immediately got her attention.
"Michael…?"
"Tis nothin' luv…"
"Obviously tis sommit…" The fiery redhead pulled back until she could look into his face.
He bit his lip for a moment and refused to meet her gaze. "Ya mentioned Sean…"
"Ar' ya worried about goin' ta see me family in tha mornin'?" Even though she knew that most men found her large, boisterous and incredibly dangerous family intimidating, she somehow couldn't grasp the concept that this would be a problem for the man who had already won over the youngest male of her family, who was normally the harshest critic of her choice in men.
"Whot if they donnae approve? If I make some mistake... Whot if they tell ya' ta drop me inta a loch somewhar?" When he gazed into her eyes, those beautiful blue orbs seemed clouded with a doubt she rarely saw.
Fiona wanted to assure him that would never happen, but stopped herself cold before the lie could tumble from her lips. Her family was quite capable of doing that and worse still.
"I wonnae let tham…" She leaned over and kissed him softly but he was still hesitant and so different from the man who had boldly and quite wonderfully fucked her brains out moments ago. She hated seeing him like that and inside she wanted to yell at all of her siblings before they had a chance to ruin the best thing that had come into her life in years.
"Mabbe… mabbe…if ya…" he began.
"Mabbe whot?"
"It's daft, but mabbe if ya wa' ta tell me tha best way ta charm yar mammy…? Tell me a bit about yar brothers? Ya know me family wa' nae close… Twas jus' me an' me mam for so many years… I dinnae see me da or me older brother fram tha day I turned ten..." He swallowed thickly and it was obvious to her he was struggling to share these things with her. "I donnae know much about families, especially Irish ones…"
Fiona smiled. Ach, ya poor man, she thought, as the rarely seen vulnerable side of her new boyfriend pulled at her heart strings and then she kissed him again before starting to tell him everything she thought he needed to know to successfully navigate a gathering of the Glenannes.