Hello, my loves! How did y'all like that flashback? How and sweet, right? Well, as always, all my love to my ladies wwechristina, Tm12Brady, GoldenGirl1920 and ClaymoreQueen6176 for everything in life. Love y'all so much!
OK well, this chapter will end our trip to Dublin with a... BANG! LOL! It's Phoenix and Sheamy's wedding night! What little surprise does Cherry have for Phoenix? What secret id drew keeping from Cherry? And what adventure awaits them when they get home to Nashville? Let's find out! Enjoy!
The Dublin Affair: Part 8 - Phoenix and Sheamus' Wedding Night
Sheamus and Christine drove to the cottage in his parents' property, laughing and sneaking little kisses in as they drove down the streets. They finally did it! Just like their best friends, they were finally man and wife! Sheamus looked over at her and put his hand on her knee, "Hey there, Mrs. Stephen Farrelly!" Christine was giddy, "Please say that again!" His voice got low and husky, "Mrs. Christine Farrelly. My wife. Tha missus." She smiled, "You know, yesterday I thought Drew and Cherry were just being silly yesterday doing that exact same thing. But I get it now. I'm so happy, Stephen."
Sheamus winked at her as they pulled up to the cottage, Sheamus let Christine out while he parked the car. She looked at her phone at a text from Cherry. She smiled as she read this getting out of the car: "Sis, I'm so happy for you. We both overcame our tragedies and got our hot sexy guys! I love you both so much! There's a gift I had delivered for you for your wedding night tonight in the cottage. It's got your name on it. Definitely make sure to use the lipstick and the perfume from Love Bites. You'll thank me later! And if you really like it, they have a body cream too…just saying! Love you!"
Christine responded: "I love you two dorks too! And yes, Sis. We did that and I'm so proud of us both. You got your dorky Scottish cowboy and I got my Irish hooligan! So, how was the desk in the pub's office?" Cherry responded quickly: "Will you shush and go fuck your husband? That's what I'm getting ready to do. And it was quite comfy, thank you. LOL!"
Christine walked into the cottage and to the bathroom, finding the box Cherry mentioned in her text. When she opened it, she saw the most beautiful lingerie set in purple, Christine's favorite color. She took her clothes off, putting the sexy purple lace bra on. Already her skin was flush and her darkening nipples hard thinking about her Irish daddy in the other room.
"Fuck is he hot! And he's my husband!" She said to herself as she slid on the sexy panties. They accented her curves perfectly. Even though they worked out a lot together, Sheamus still liked Christine thick in her hips and her sexy rear end. More often, she would work out and he'd casually walk by and give her a smack. Or she'd grope his muscular rear when he was punching the bag. And it always ended up in some hot sex in the steam shower. He always laughed, "Drew and Cherry ain't got the corner on that market!"
Now she smiled, fixing her hair and putting the sheer purple robe on. Cherry even got her matching stockings and a garter belt. She looked in the mirror after putting them on, "Cherry is right about all of this! I feel so fucking sexy!" She said as she sprayed the Love Bites perfume and put the lipstick on. She instantly felt a tingling down below and rubbed her thighs together. She smirked, "I know this smell. Cherry was wearing it tonight. Damn, it smells good Well, I guess that explains the moans and groans coming from the office! Good job, Sis!"
Christine leaned over the sink, finishing her makeup as she hummed to herself. She wiggled her rear, remembering the times when her hot now husband took her in their kitchen. The rough fantasy of Sheamus being a hot hooligan criminal turned her on so fast, how strong he was as he'd shove her to the counter and just fuck her both of them clothed, just his pants open and her skirt shoved up as they fucked rough, hot and raw.
She learned early he loved her struggling against him. So, she always did. He'd let her get away, only to catch her and take her to bed where he'd ravage her like the Irish brute he was. Now, she recalled a time when he was in bed, watching her get dressed, and just yanked her back into bed, roughly stripping her and having her as she struggled with him.
He'd always whisper in her ear to struggle more, he would win. He would tell her to wear more sexy lingerie so he could rip it off her like she was his gift and he was unwrapping his present. Then, Cherry told her Drew ripped off her underwear a lot and had to buy her new ones to replace her damaged ones. They both shrugged and assumed it was a Celtic man thing.
At first Sheamus didn't want to be rough, thinking it would bring back the trauma of her fate at the hands of that piece of shit ex-husband he killed. But Lady Christina explained to the both of them that living out a fantasy could help overcome trauma, depression, and the feeling of not being beautiful, all things Christine had been working through and help her take back control of her body and emotions. After their rough sexy romps, he'd take her to the shower, lovingly praising her as they enjoyed each other's bodies bathed by the hot water.
"Hey, what are ya doing in there, Lass? Did ya fall in?" Sheamus hollered at the closed bathroom door. "No. I'm just getting ready for you, Stephen." She spritzed a little of the perfume on her wrists and opened the door. They both gasped at the same time. Just like she changed clothes, Sheamus changed into a green button silky shirt, a sexy pair of black pants that of course wasn't hiding his growing hard on for her, and his suspenders.
"Oh. Oh Stephen!" She walked over to him, the heels she wore clicked on the wooden floor. "So damn handsome." Her jeweled hands rubbed the soft green silk. "God's, yer beautiful. Yer legs. Fuck! Heels. Stockings?! Lass?" He smiled. "Stephen, tonight, let's make love, as husband and wife. No hot hooligan sex, ok?"
"Of course!" He picked her up, walking to the fireplace raging hot, kneeling and setting Christine down on the soft carpet by it. "Yer sa beautiful. " They kissed, Sheamus moaned when he tasted her juicy lips. Now he inhaled the sexy soft scent of vanilla and sugar, Christine arched her back, untying the robe, letting it fall off her shoulders.
"How do I look, Stephen?" She asked. He sat up, his eyes wide looking her over. "Yer Perfect. Oh god! I wanna fucking devour ya. Wanna ravage ya! Plunder yer land and treasure!" He groaned when she sat up, unbuttoned his shirt and slid it down with his suspenders. "Stephen, you're so strong. So manly. Ugh." Her hands caressed his pale skin, going down to his legs. The black pants did little to conceal his Irish gift to her.
"I need ya, need ta be in that treasure, lass." He hissed as she rubbed the dark denim. They shared a hot kiss, both their tongues fought. Now Christine unbuckled his belt and open his jeans. Sheamus quickly helped her pull them off, leaving him in a pair of sexy black briefs that barely covered his huge bulging cock, "Stephen. Those underpants! OMG."
Sheamus rolled his eyes, "Ah, the bloody Scottish muppet. He said they are special cock enhancing underpants and that they drive Cherry wild. Gods! I'm so embarrassed." "Please don't be. They are hot. Like that Irish prick needs enhancement." She licked her lips, pushing him down and exposing his hard shaft springing free from its confinement.
"Lass, oh fuck!" He stuttered as she started to pleasure him with her right hand. Sheamus sighed as Christine pleased him. He reached down and spanked her rear, causing her to shake. "No, Daddy. Don't be rough. You're supposed to be a gentleman." "Ah, I forgot. Ya gotta quit sticking that magnificent arse up then. I wanna spank it." He quit talking when the pleasure built up, he almost blew his load on her.
Now, he finished disrobing, looking her up and down at the lingerie concealing her voluptuous breasts. He ran a finger between her breasts, giving the lace a tug. "Fuck I wanna tear into ya." He mused, running his hands on her back, slowly unclasping the bra and sliding it from her. He took time with each breast. Between which he praised her beauty.
Now, he slowly slid the panties down, sighing at her wetness. She crooned, "Stephen, make love to me. Make love you your wife." He smiled as he picked her up and gently place her on the bed. He sheathed himself inside her. As he lovingly thrusted, he thought to himself how wonderful it would be if he impregnated her.
He thought about how happy Drew was when he learned he was going to be a father, how in love he was already with his twins even though Cherry wasn't even two months into her pregnancy yet. Sheamus wanted that feeling. Even though he had already said he was willing to adopt Alyssa, he did want children with Christine and pray one day a miracle could happen.
Even though the doctors had told her it was nearly impossible with the injuries she had sustained in Adam's attack and the fire, there was a small chance they could conceive. He thrusted faster, Christine moaned and panted as she held him to her. They both felt the struggle as they approached the orgasm.
She screamed, "Stephen! Oh God oh God!" "Lass! Christine! I feel ya! God's I feel ya!" He said as he thrusted a final time, filling her with his hot Celtic gift. She didn't understand what he was mumbling in his native Irish Gaelic, but he whispered that he wanted to give her a child. For some reason, he felt different this time after lovemaking.
The Morning After
On the TV in Martin and Davina Farrelly's home: "Well ladies, yet another WWE hunk is officially off the market! Just a day after being best man in his best friend, Drew McIntyre's wedding, Sheamus "The Celtic Warrior", real name Stephen Farrelly, was married in Dublin to his longtime girlfriend, Christine Anderson. Our sources tell us that both Drew and his new wife were there, as was Randy Orton, WWE announcer Kevin Patrick nd their significant others. We wish the happy couple all the best!"
It was just getting light when he sat up in the bed. For a moment, he had to make sure it was all real. He lifted his left hand up, smiling at the two-tone gold ring that fit perfectly on his finger. Stephen Farrelly was indeed married. He was married to his soulmate. He looked over at her, sleeping soundly nude next to him.
He was home in Dublin. Where he was born. He quietly got up, throwing on a pair of shorts and his favorite green shirt. He slipped on his shoes and walked outside. The grass still green and the air smelled crisp. He turned around and smiled. He should've known his brother, that muppet, would be there waiting for him to wake up.
"So, ya awake too?" Drew asked, handing Sheamus a coffee cup. Sheamus sleepily nodded, "Uh huh. Ya know I really don't drink too much anymore." "Aye, same here. I had only a single glass of champagne. Irn Bru the rest of the night. Your Ma wouldn't hear of us staying at a hotel. Kevin and Lady took at room at the inn, and Randy and Denise went ta some super fancy hotel. Cherry and I got yer old room. Yer bed will never be tha same." Drew winked. Sheamus rolled his eyes, "Ah, fer fook's sake. Well, ya took care of business, Big Yin. Good job!"
As they clinked them together, Sheamus smiled, "We're married. Fella! The two of us. We married our fine ass American women!" Drew raised the coffee cup to his lips, "We did, mate. We did. I'm gonna be a dad. Twins." Sheamus looked back to the house towards the bedroom, nodding, "Twins."
Drew put his hand on Sheamus' shoulder, "Mate, I'm sa sorry. I can't help but ta feel guilty fer being sa happy about that."
Sheamus waved his hand, "Don't. Please don't, Drew. Ya have every right ta feel elated. Yer gonna be the best Da. That's a beautiful thing." Sheamus sighed. "I feel fer ya and my sis." Drew's face took a somber look for a moment, his eyes looked out across the river. "I'm proud of ya, mate. Ya took care of that bloody idiot. That piece of shit who did that ta her." Sheamus agreed as he sipped, Ya that fooking cockroach that her yer Love."
Drew grumbled. "I'm just sorry that ex-witch of mine was involved." Sheamus nodded, "None of that was yer fault, fella. We both took care of our problems. Between Phoenix and Lay, that whore won't look tha same. Good!" Drew mumbled, "They'll always be something trying all of us. I can feel it."
Drew rolled his eyes. "Maybe Phoen should have...ya know. Killed her." Sheamus nodded absentmindedly, "I can't help but ta feel the same way mahself. But if that hag knows what's good fer her health, she'll stay away. What about…ya know…Kait…" Drew was quick to interrupt, "Please don't even speak her name. Let's not think about her, please."
Sheamus wondered, "But Drew, ya were gonna ask her ta marry ya not long bafer we formed the Angels bafer that bitch broke yer heart. Does Cherry even know about her?" Drew was short, "No, and I want it to stay that way. I don't want her worrying about my past. I can't let her get upset about it. She's already feeling some insecurities about her looks being pregnant. And honestly, I now know what true love feels like. And that one wasn't it. Cherry is the only one I've felt this real love fer, and she's way hotter than either of those two mistakes. I'll tell her someday, but not right now."
As Sheamus nodded in agreement, Martin Farrelly walked up the stoned path and stood before them and gave his son a warm hug, "Hey, ya two lads!" "Da." Sheamus nodded. "Sir." Drew got up, offering Martin his chair. Martin scoffed "Enough of that sir stuff. Andrew. How long have ya known this clan?" "Too long." He laughed. "Remember I was 19 and yer son..." Martin laughed, "Ah yes. He was 47. You lads never change. We had us a beautiful day yesterday, aye?"
"Aye." Both Drew and Sheamus said. Martin asked, "How are yer wives this morning?" Drew smiled a cheeky grin, "Cherry is resting. She's got her feet up." Sheamus rolled his eye, "oh fook, here we go." Martin said, "Don't think I know what that means." Drew gave an innocent pout, "Well, the twins have her worn out…" Sheamus grumbled, "Wait fer it…" Drew then smirked like a naughty boy, "…and so did I. Hey mate, ya know yer old bed has perfect comfert fer dog…"
Sheamus interrupted quickly, "And there is is!" Martin laughed, "Ah, Andrew. Yer still a saucy lad. Never change, but just make sure ya keep yer sauciness ta that gorgeous gal ya landed. She's a god one." Drew clapped him on the shoulder, "No worries about that, I assure ya. She's the best thing that ever happened ta me and more than I can handle." Martin chuckled, "Good! Glad ta see she tamed ya good! Son, where's yer new wife?" Sheamus said, "Christine is snoring happily." Again, he looked at his left hand.
Martin sighed, looking at the two men in front of him. He went back in his mind all those years to when his son first brought the long haired crazy Scottish guy home. They didn't know what to think. It was only when they saw how overly polite he was to everyone, how he even helped Davina wash the dishes, they took Drew in as one of the family, much like his parents took in Sheamus as their own.
That was almost 20 years ago.
Martin said, "Drew, lad, could ya do me a huge favor, let a father talk ta his son, man ta man? If it's ok?" Drew nodded, understanding, "No need ta ask, Da. I've had a few of those conversations with my own Da. Plus, I think I need ta go shag my hot wife again!" He said, nudging Sheamus. "Don't be too hard on him, Martin." He laughed and went back to house.
"Wanker." Sheamus sighed. Martin laughed, "Yeah, but her yer best mate." Sheamus smiled, "Yeah he's the best. Just don't tell him I said that." Martin got serious in his tone, "Lad, yer Ma overheard Cherry and Christine talking yesterday at the pub. Is she...ok?" Sheamus was confused, "Yeah. Ya mean Cherry? She got in that fight and hit her head, but yeah, she's fine. the twins are fine."
Martin shook his head, "Son, I'm talking about Christine. Yer ma heard her talk about her condition." Sheamus sighed louder now. The gravity of everything was great. For a moment, he shook his head, "Dad, she's been through a lot. The hospital massacre was bad enough. She carries that guilt, the guilt of having an argument with her parents. She blames herself."
Martin was sympathetic, "Oh, the poor Lass! No wonder why she was so emotional when you and yer brother were fighting." Sheamus continued, "Uh huh. She decided ta help other victims, with the money she got, she became a police officer, went ta more training, she worked and solved a lot of cases. Her files are amazing. I'm not saying that bacause I love her. I say it bacause it's the truth."
Sheamus looked out into the sky again. Martin asked, "Son, tell me. What happened ta her? And Cherry? I can't help ta see both Drew and you carry a burden." Sheamus looked down, "Both our girls have been through hell. And I mean hell. Cherry was wih a terrible guy. He physically, mentally and sexually abused her. Cut her off from the world until she found tha strength ta escape."
Martin smiled, "Good fer her! She seems like a great bird. Keeps Drew's ass in line isn't an easy job." Sheamus nodded, but his mood turned sour, "Christine fell in love with a man, everyone said he was good fer her. Great job, ya know all that shite they say when a woman finds a guy." Now he glared at the guest house where she slept, "He wasn't a good man, Da. He hurt her. He hurt her in a way no man should hurt a woman. He stole her life and took her innocence."
Sheamus stopped talking for the moment. Martin got up, standing in front of his eldest son. Ever since he was young, Stephen stood up for his friends. He whispered, "Son." Sheamus took a deep breath. The pain and hurt running through his head like an out-of-control train waiting to explode, "That bitch who hurt Drew. She somehow tempted her ex-husband. Christine came home and found them in bed tagather. They knocked her out, tied her up. But...but before they did that, he forced himself. It wasn't the first time, Da. He hurt her the night they married. He hurt her the second Christmas they were together, and he hurt her the night of the fire. I fought him. I fought him and he told me as he's punching me, how he hurt her. How she's not good fer anything. How if he couldn't give her his seed, no man would ever be able ta give her a child."
Martin's heart broke a little hearing his son explain it all. His heart broke more for Christine. He wished his son could have the same feelings like he did after he married his beloved. The happiness of the pregnancy. How it felt as their child grew. Listening to the baby as he would rub Davina's tummy. The rush of emotion as she went into labor, the tears of joy he cried as the cute chubby red headed baby boy was delivered.
"She's a strong gal." Martin nodded. Sheamus acknowledge, "Stronger than me, Da. A hell of a lot stronger. She almost killed Taryn when she hurt Cherry. I would have. So, yeah. Yer son's a world champion wrestler, and a killer. I'm not sorry. Cherry's ex threatened ta take Cherry back and kill their babies. Rip them right out of her womb. Drew cut his fooking head off. He's not sorry either."
Martin shook his head, "Son, ya defended yer woman, and yer friends. No shame ever in that. Don't ya say sorry fer doing the right thing. I'm proud of ya, yer ma is proud of ya. Jack is too. Let me tell ya, if I'm at fists with another man, and he'd say that about yer Mum... I'm not a young man, but far from meeting the devil. I'm proud of ya both."
The two men hugged. Martin pulled away, sighing, "This has been the best visit ever, son. The best." Sheamus smiled, "Wait to ya see what we got planned after the babies are born and we're in Nashville. We're gonna have everyone in. Big party. A celebration fer all of us." Martin smiled, Yer Ma and I can't wait. We love ya, Son." Sheamus hugged his father, "I love ya too, Da."
That evening, Christine and Sheamus with Drew and Cherry spent the day hanging out with Martin, Davina and Jack. Cherry got a text from Denise saying Vince McMahon was having a hissy fit over his plane being gone for so long, so she and Randy went ahead and commandeered it to take them back to Nashville that day. Krystal had also let Cherry know that she was all packed up in North Carolina and waiting on word for when to bring her items.
Drew and Sheamus had to work house shows for the next two days in South Carolina, so they all made plans to meet and the Riverside house on that Thursday, the day before Smackdown when Krystal started her job as Adam Pearce's assistant and Denise's official first day as an Angel. They would have a little ladies' celebration on that Thursday.
Early the following morning, the group, joined by Lady and Kevin, bid adieu to Sheamus' parents and got on board the Jamie Lu, destination: Florence, South Carolina for the first of the two rare weekday house shows. Dom welcomed the couples on board, and all retreated to their private quarters for takeoff, hoping for some sleep, rest and couples alone time on the nine-hour flight back across the Atlantic.
Drew completely forgot about the rest and sleep part as he made love to Cherry three times on the flight. But after her final orgasm he could tell she was weary, so he wrapped her up in his arm under the covers and held her close to him, kissing her temple and doing everything in his power to make her feel warm and safe. Cherry was indeed tired, but not just from their marathon of lovemaking since getting married and the babies' development inside her womb draining her energy.
Everything that had happened with Taryn, Adam, and especially Phil, weighed heavy on her mind. She couldn't shake the sinking feeling that that part of the story was not over, even with the deaths of Phil and Adam. She knew deep down that Taryn was not going to let shit go, and she was terrified for her unborn children.
But then, all she had to do was look at the handsome face of her new husband, see his gorgeous, dimpled smile and feel his kiss on her lips and know that no matter what happened, they would face it together. Them and their crazy, unconventional, self-made family. As they drifted off to sleep, Drew and Cherry had no way of knowing that their next adventure was just around the bend. And that two strange and ghoulish objects collecting dust in a thrift shop in Nashville would draw them all into their next mystery.