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Chapter Four: Saint Patty's Day
"Fuck!" I shouted knocking over a lamp answering the phone.
"Hello?" I grumbled into the receiver.
"Morning Katie," Murphy said far too cheerfully for this time of morning.
"Morning. Do you know what fucking time it is?" I asked.
"Sorry," he said, "Didn't mean to wake ya. Just wanted to see if you wanted to go to mass with us this morning?"
"Mass?" I was confused, "Oh, I'm not that Catholic." I rubbed my eyes and stood up. I tripped over my boots. "Fuck!"
"Go back to sleep, Katie," Murphy chuckled.
"Ok," I started to put the receiver back down.
"Katie?" he said.
"Yes, Murphy," I responded.
"Can you meet me by the docks after work?" he asked.
"Why you calling her so early in the morning?" I heard Connor yell in the background.
"I just wanted to talk to Katie," Murphy yelled back at Connor.
"Let her sleep, she's tired," I heard Connor smack Murphy in the head.
"Stop it Connor, it's your fault she's tired," Murphy yelled back. I heard them push and shove each other.
"Hello?" I said in the phone.
"Sorry," Murphy said into the receiver, "So will you?"
"Yes, I'll meet you at the docks. Is 6 ok?" I replied.
"Perfect," he responded. "Good bye."
"Good bye, Murphy," I set the receiver back on the cradle. I looked at the clock. It was time for me to get up and get ready anyway.
I climbed in the shower and let the water pour over me. I closed my eyes remembering Connor's hands gripping my hips. My lips still swollen from his kisses. The cold water brought me back into reality. I climbed out of the shower. Brushed my teeth and dressed.
"You got Saint Patrick's day plans with those two hot Irish boys?" Mary asked me as I was looking at the clock.
"Murphy wants me to meet him at the docks at 6. Then we'll go to a pub," I answered.
"If I were you're age I would be all over them," she smiled, "Glad you're enjoying yourself."
"I really am," I responded. The bank finally closed and I made my way to the docks.
Murphy was standing there in his sunglasses looking out at the ocean. I walked up behind him quietly intending to startle him.
"Hello, Katie," he said before I could.
"Damn it," I responded. "Do you have hawk ears or something?"
"Na I jus' know how ya sound," he smiled. He took my hand and guided me in front of him to watch the ocean. I tucked my head under his chin and leaned against his chest.
"You got me here," I said, "What do you want to do?"
"I jus' want to hold you," he leaned down and whispered, "for now."
"What did you do to your hand?" I asked. I looked at his bruised knuckles. He clenched and unclenched his fist.
"I just had to punch a bitch in the face," he replied.
"You hit a girl?" I asked.
"Aye," he responded, "She was as big as Connor and me together."
"Still no reason to punch her," I replied.
"It was after she kicked the shit out a Connor," he smiled. I pulled his hand to my lips and kissed his knuckles. "He may not be able to bed ya for a while now."
"Ya gonna kiss me where I'm hurt?" Connor asked from behind us.
"Of course," I answered stepping out of Murphy's embrace. "Where are you hurt?"
Connor and Murphy looked at each other, sharing a private joke. "I'll have to show ya later," Connor laughed. My face flushed.
Connor pulled me close and whispered, "After what you did to me last night you shouldn't be embarrassed."
"Stop it," I pushed him away. "Where are you boys taking me tonight?"
"McGinty's of course," Murphy answered draping his arm across my shoulder.
"Oh, you're going to get me drunk and take advantage of me?" I teased.
"Tha's the plan," Murphy replied. I winked at him. We walked together into the bar.
"You want Murphy?" Doc asked when I took my seat at the bar.
"Yeah," I answered, looked at Murphy and grinned. His cheeks flushed this time. I pulled a cigarette out of its pack and fumbled in my purse looking for my lighter.
"Do ya even own a lighter?" Connor asked flicking his Zippo open.
"That's why I have you around," I smiled. The boys took their seats on either side of me.
"Shots, Doc," Connor said. Doc obliged and poured three shots of whisky in front of us. We downed them quickly.
"Rocco!" the bar screamed when Rocco walked in the door. He was an Italian man who worked for the mob as a numbers runner. He had done it for as long as I could remember.
"Hey Fuck Ass!" Rocco said to Doc, "Get me a beer!" I turned in my stool to face him.
"Hello Rocco," I stood up.
"Katie, long time no see," he said. I wrapped my arms around his neck. His hand crept down.
"If you don't get your hand off my ass," I said, "I'll break it."
"I had to try," he laughed. "What do you see in these two Micks?"
"Don't know they're kinda cute," I responded and sat back on my stool.
"You need a refill," Roc said and ordered more shots.
"You still dating that bitch, Donna?" I asked.
"If you can call it that," he responded, "I ain't seen the bitch in days."
"K-k-Katie," Doc stuttered, "Boys I've got some very bad news." We got quiet. "I'm gonna have to close down t-t-the bar. The Russians are buying buildings all over the town, including this one. Fuck! Ass! They're not letting me renew my lease."
"Maybe I can talk to my boss," Rocco stammered, "Maybe he can do something."
"What the fuck is your boss gonna do?" Conner stated.
"Listen, fellas," Doc said, "I don't want anyone to know. So keep your trap shut. You know what they say: People in glass houses sink s-s-ships." We all busted out laughing.
"Doc, I'm gonna have to get you a proverb book or something. Cause this mix-and-match shit's gotta go," Rocco laughed.
"What?" Doc said confused.
"A penny saved is worth two in the bush, isn't it?" Connor laughed.
"And don't cross the road, if you can't get out of the kitchen," Murphy added.
We laughed for a while until the Russians came in. Six of them. We turned in our seats to face them.
"What's this?" Connor asked. The two biggest stepped up to him.
"I am Ivan Checkov and you will be closing now," he ordered.
"Checkov?" Murphy said and pointed to Rocco, "This here's Scotty if we get us a Spock we'll have us an away team." I laughed.
"No mood to discuss, you stay," Checkov pointed to Doc, "The rest of you go!"
"Why don't you make like a tree," Doc shouted, "And get the fuck out."
"You know he's got until the end of the week," Connor said, "You don't have to be hard-asses, do ya?"
"It's St Patty's day," Murphy smiled, "Everyone's Irish tonight. Why don't you pull up a stool and have a drink with us?"
"This is no game," Checkov shouted, "If you won't go. We make you go." I looked nervously at Connor.
"If ya want a fight ya can see your out numbered here," Connor stated, "We're trying to be civil so I suggest yo take our offer."
"I make the offers," Checkov responded.
"Hey Boris," Rocco laughed, "What would you do if I told you your pinko Commie mother sucks so much dick her face looks like an egg." The Russian draws he fist back and punches Rocco in the face, knocking him off his feet.
"You shouldn't have said anything about his cock sucking mother," I reached down and gave Rocco my hand. I did not see the hand of the Russian until it was across my face. I stumbled. Connor and Murphy shouted something in Russian then punched the biggest Russian in the stomach.
"Get behind the bar, Katie," Connor shouted at me.
"I'll be fine," I yelled back.
"Please, Katie," he said again. I started to head that direction, but another Russian stood in my way. I stomped on his toe and hit him in the nose with the heal of my hand. I felt the bone break. I turned and saw the one called Checkov slam Murphy into the mirror on the wall.
"Stay out of his way," Connor yelled at one of the other guys in the bar, "He can take care of himself." Murphy broke two bottles over the head of
Checkov. He fell to the floor. I laughed out loud when Connor and Murphy pulled the Russian with the broken nose onto the bar and tied him down.
"Vodka?" I asked Connor handing him the bottle. He poured half the contents on the backside of the Russian and dropped a match. Lighting his ass on fire. Doc let it burn briefly before putting it out with soda. The others tossed the Russians out on the ground outside.
"Are ye ok, Katie?" Murphy asked running his thumb down my reddening cheek.
"I'm fine," I looked up into his eyes.
"Here," Connor handed me a towel wrapped around some ice. I winced a little when I placed it on my face.
"Where did you learn to hit like that?" Rocco asked me.
"When you hang out with the McManus brothers you have to know how to fight," I responded. I took the ice off my face and looked back into Murphy's eyes. I had never noticed how deep of a blue they were before.
"Ya sure you're ok, Katie?" Murphy asked. I kept looking in his eyes and nodded.
"Did ya' hit your head?" Connor asked.
I shook my head, "No, I don't think so."
"Murph, you better get the lass home," Connor said, "Don't let her go to sleep."
"Aye," Murphy responded, taking my hand and guiding me out the door.
"How close is your loft?" I asked when we started walking.
"O'er there," he answered. "Why?"
"It's closer," I said. "And you gotta keep me awake."
"How do ya suppose I should keep ye awake?" he smiled. I looked up at him again and grabbed him by the waist pulling him closer to me. It seemed like hours passed before he lowered his lips to mine. I parted my lips to give him access. His tongue ran softly across mine. His hand ran down my neck and into the collar of my shirt. He backed me into the wall.
"Murphy," I whispered.
"Aye," he responded.
"I don't want to do this here," I smiled. He took me by the hand and pulled me into his building. He quickly raised the elevator door and pushed the button to the fifth floor, then lowered the door again. He pushed me against the elevator wall and pressed his lips hungrily against mine.
He jumped when my hands traveled up the bottom of his shirt and touched the bare skin of his stomach.
"Murphy," I whispered again. "The elevator stopped."
"Oh," he lifted the door, pulled me back into his arms, and kissed me again. He released me, pulling the keys out of his pocket and opened the door to his loft. It was one large room. A ratty old couch sat on one side with an old TV set sitting in front of it. A smile table with four chairs was in the center of the room. Two mattresses lay on the floor. Just past them was an open toilet and showers.
Murphy helped me off with my jacket and tossed it on the couch along with his. He pulled off his rosary and hung it on a nail by the door.
"Sorry we don't usually have girls here," he said. "You wanna watch a movie?" I shook my head. "What do you want to do, Katie?"
"You," I answered. He smiled and guided me to his bed. He pulled me down with him and pressed his lips against mine. We rose to our knees and I lifted his shirt over his head. He pulled my shirt open causing the buttons to pop off in different directions.
"Sorry," he said, "Tha' always looks better on TV."
"I don't like this shirt much anyway," I responded. He slowly traced his fingers across the lace of my bra. I reached behind and unhooked it, letting it fall down my arms. He cupped my neck in his hand and kissed me again. His hands lowered and caressed my breast, then inched down between the fabric of my panties. He found my throbbing clit easily and rubbed it slowly. He caught my moan in his lips. He massaged me and then stopped. I looked at him confused.
"Just wait," he said pushing me back on the bed and pulling my pants off. He kissed my lips again and entered me with his finger. I gasped as he rubbed my clit with his thumb. His lips left mine and traveled lower. He kissed the tops of my breasts and flicked the tip of his tongue over my nipple. I laughed a little when he kissed my stomach. He spread my legs apart and kissed my inner thigh then kissed the other. He replaced his thumb with his tongue. His warm breath lit a fire to my core and I felt my legs start to shake with the crashing of my orgasm.
I pulled him back up to me and kissed him again. I tugged at his belt and the buttons of his pants unsuccessfully. He smiled against my lips and removed his pants. He pierced me slowly. I grabbed his hips and pulled him in deeper. He moaned into my ear as he thrust deeper and deeper inside of me. I cried out as I rode out my second orgasm. He followed. He rolled over breathing hard.
"Are you ok?" I asked smiling. I was still shaking.
"Ga, Katie, you don't know how long I've wanted to do tha'." he replied.
"Me too," I responded. I looked over at him and saw his eyes close. Moments later, I heard him softly snoring beside me. I smiled, kissed his forehead, and pulled the covers over him. I reached for my shirt. I couldn't put that back on. It was torn. I found Murphy's t-shirt and slid into it. It fell to my hips.
I sat down at the table and lit a cigarette with an abandoned lighter. I was startled when I heard the door open. Connor.
"Looks like you wore him out," he chuckled and plopped down on the couch. I put out my cigarette and walked over, standing in front of him. He looked up at me.
"Does it bother you?" I asked.
"Na, I told ya if you want us both ya can have us," he said.
"So where are you hurt?" I asked.
"What do ya mean?" he responded.
"You wanted me to kiss you where you were hurt," I replied. I kissed the small cut on his forehead. "Where else?" He pointed to his bruised cheek. I kissed him there. "Where else?" He smiled and put his hand in his lap. "Ok." I got down on my knees in front of him and scooted his hips to the edge of the couch. Then I opened his jeans and pulled him out.
"I was messing wit ya," he said as I kissed the head.
"I said I would," I looked up and winked at him. I ran circles with my tongue around the head then put it in my mouth. I heard him moan as I took him farther into my mouth. I stroked him with my hands as I went up and down.
"Katie," he whispered, "Stop." I looked at him confused. "I want to be inside ya." I nodded and straddled him. I closed my eyes and guided him inside me. I bounced my hips and started to shake. "Open your eyes, Katie, I want to see your eyes when you cum." I opened my eyes and focused on his. I quivered inside and he released. I kissed him deeply on the lips and lay my head on his shoulder.
"Ya can't go to sleep yet, Katie," he said nudging me.
"I didn't hit my head you know," I responded.
"I know," he smiled. "Come on ya can lay with me." I stood up and he took my hand and guided me to his bed. He held me there until I fell asleep.
