1 comments/ 8629 views/ 9 favorites Fly From The Inside By: EnvywithJadee I apologize, again, for the loooong delay! I've been super busy with school and work and life! I am seriously so excited to be writing this new series for you. The title is from a song I was listening to whilst thinking of the story, so please, don't mind it. Seriously though, I just started writing and I loved the way it turned out. I never really thought I would ever get around to writing about Sean's daughter, Sophia, but she finally backed me into a corner and demanded her story be written. Well, not really. But I hope you all enjoy and more stories, I swear and promise, are on the way! Enjoy. Yours truly, E~ Sophia True McCauley nervously bit her nails as the plane landed in Ireland. She had developed her fear of flying from her mother and she had never been on a plane before, so that didn't help. Oh hell, what was she doing? She had never even left America before and now her father expected her to run his other pub while her grandfather was sick? Was he seriously that fucked up or just plain old stupid? Sure, she'd agreed to it but she didn't think they were actually going to make her go through with this. Oh Jesus, Mary, and Joseph she wasn't sure how this was going to work. Fresh out of college and never having run anything in her entire life, she didn't know what to expect. Yeah, she had the credentials, internships, and certifications behind her name but not experience. And poor Grandpa Sean suffering from emphysema, he was stressed enough with the pub not doing well. Blasting some Avenged Sevenfold, she stood and waited near the baggage claim for her grandfather's caretaker to come pick her up. She was humming the lyrics to "Bat Country" when a woman about her mother's age, around fifty or so, walked up to her all smiles and light making the music she was listening to seem like the Devil's music. Great, she thought. She had her father to thank for that one. "Hello, Sophia?" The woman greeted, taking Sophia in a bear hug. She nodded while trying to breathe. "Yes, Mrs. ...?" The older lady let go, realizing she was crushing Sophia with her grip. "Oh! Ms. Ingrid Farrell. I've been taking care of your grandfather," she grinned and the laugh lines were evident on her aged skin. Sophia noted the tell-tale sign of her thick accent that she had grown accustomed to while growing up. The gratefulness that Sophia portrayed was genuine and heartfelt at someone devoting her time and effort to making sure her grandfather peaceful at all times. "Nice to meet you and thank you for everything you've done. Seriously, my family can't thank you enough." Ingrid nodded and they chatted a bit before it got too late. Sophia was eager to see her grandfather and anxious to check on the bar. So, they loaded everything, only a carry-on and two suitcases, into a small taxi that took them to the edge of town. Sophia had never been to visit her kin in Ireland but they had made a few trips to the melting pot country a time or two. So, when she was brought up to an older house that looked like it belonged in a storybook down a grassy lane with stone walls, she was quite in awe. After packing her things in and settling in the guest room, she wasn't sure if her grandfather was able to see her but she opted to go ahead and say hi. The resemblance between her dad and his dad was striking; same strong jawline, straight nose, bright blue eyes, and dark hair, all of which she inherited, well, except for the nose and jaw. Her mandible was softer with a gently sloping nose matching that of her mother's. Sophia's dark red hair was a little lighter due to highlights she thought would give her an edgier look. But upon seeing her grandfather, she second guessed her body modifications and decisions. Grandpa Sean didn't miss the silver hoop in her left nostril nor the stretched earlobes that barely surpassed six millimeters. Yeah, they weren't large but they were noticeable. She also had several earrings in each ear including an industrial in her right and a tragus in her left. He must be thinking she was some sort of delinquent, a ne'er do well raised up by her father, who had somehow received several more tattoos as she'd gotten older. It was obvious the older man disapproved but she was young and no longer a child. But judging by the way his eyes lit up when they fell upon hers he didn't care about any of that. "Sophia! My dear, so good to see you! It's been, what, four years now?" His accent was hindered by the gruffness of his voice. "Grandpa!" She eagerly collapsed into his open arms. It had been a few years since she'd last seen him. When she graduated high school, at the same time Robbie, her older brother, finished college, he had made the trip to the states to witness this mile stone. But when she got her degree in Marketing, he was unable to make the plane ride due to his illness. Then, he was healthy and fit with tanned skin that matched his son's and her own but now, now he was thinner, gaunter in the face. His once blue-green eyes were now a dull cobalt, barely shining in the dim sunlight that filtered in through the large banked window near his bed. Her heart lurched at the sight of him, so helpless and weak. Sophia sat next to him while Ingrid lingered in the doorway, unsure of what she should do. "It's okay, Ingrid. I'm fine," Sean, Sr. smiled and nodded to his caretaker who hesitated for a moment before giving him an odd look. Sophia crossed her brows but elected to drop the question as she left the room to leave granddaughter and grandfather alone. "I've missed you," he said, placing a hand on her shoulder. Sophia half expected tubes to be up his nose and inserted in his elbows and wrists but there were none. She guessed he was doing far better than they thought. "I've missed you, too, Granddad." He sighed and ran a hand through his thinning hair. He was eighty-three, only twenty years older than her father due to having him at a young age, but he was still looking good. That was just the McCauley genes. "I've been well, but the pub, your father's pub has seen better days. I tried, Sophia, I really did, but I'm not capable of running something like that. And with your father so far away, it's hard." Their glances met and she could see her father in his eyes. Though, these eyes were weary and old, hardened with the burden and stress of being alone for so long with no help. "That's why I'm here. So, you can relax and enjoy-." What? The rest of his life? Which wasn't much longer due to his worsening condition but what else could he do? She didn't want him, in his old age to spend what little time he had left worrying about something that was out of his hands. "Do you have any of your retirement left?" He nodded slowly, wondering where she was going with this, she presumed. "Enough to last a year, maybe two if the pub picks up." Sean, Sr. was once a profitable and successful musician but, in his old age, he settled down and took over his son's second pub. Sophia shook her head. "No, I want you to take that money and go on vacation. Go see dad and mom, just forget about the pub and everything here and have fun." Grandpa Sean started to protest when Ingrid walked in then. "She's right, hon. I know you're in pain and will have a hard time travelling but please, I want to make this as peace- ah- I want you to enjoy yourself. Please?" As peaceful as possible, Sophia finished mentally. "Grandpa, dad misses you and it would do him and you a lot of good if you went to America. Plus, Robbie's about to graduate law school and I'd like for you to be there." She gave him a toothy smile. Granted, Robbie's graduation was about three months away but that should give her enough time to sort this whole mess out or shut it down. Depending on which half of the glass she was looking at. After much consideration, tense words, and strange glances between Ms. Farrell and her grandfather, he finally acquiesced before inserting the supplemental oxygen he needed through his nostrils. It pained Sophia to see him like this. Granted she wasn't that close to the man but still, this was her flesh and blood. And that's why she was here, so he wouldn't have this burden any longer. Though, her father's friends helped out as much as they could they had lives of their own couldn't always drop everything especially once the bar started heading south. Yawning, Sophia decided it was time for her to get some rest. After all, she did cross over a timeline or two and she was super jetlagged. After biding her grandfather and Ingrid goodnight, she waltzed off to the guest bedroom, not really looking forward to the coming weeks. The possible firing of employees and redecoration. Talk about money. Oh fuck, what had she agreed to? ~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning came all too quickly and Sophia found herself stretching lazily the covers slipping below her breasts that were hidden beneath her sheer camisole. They weren't overly large but they were full and plump. She was at about a thirty-six C and often found trouble buying clothes that fit her properly given her slim waist thanks to weekly visits at the gym. Her hips were womanly and jeans often hugged them promiscuously without her even trying. Yes, she was shaped like her mother but she resembled her father in looks, which wasn't a bad thing considering he could have been a male model in his younger days. Yep, every man she came across wanted her body but not her personality. Sad, really, considering she was laid back, didn't give a fuck about her image other than working out, which it was a stress relief. Considering she's only been with two guys in her whole twenty-two year life span, she was proud of herself for not whoring around, like most of her friends and coeds. Plus, both those guys were relationships but the one time she had sex with them, they gave her the boot and wanted out. But one had hurt really badly; the first one, Jake, who "loved" her but then cheated on her. Guess all men really do have one thing on their minds. Sighing, she rolled over and stared out the window, looking at the sloping hills behind the house. They were soft and green, just the right color for late Spring and early Summer. She decided to take a shower, get ready, and then head down to McCauley's Chamber. Dressed in some tattered jeans and a black, quarter-length V-neck band tee, Sophia said goodbye to Ingrid and her grandpa before making her way to the bar. Her black combat boots clicked on the walkway making her feel like a badass and even less nervous. She was here to straighten shit out. As she entered the cab, she thought about all that had happened in the past year with the pub. An older employee had been caught stealing money from the register each night, a barhop girl. Safe to say, she was lucky she was fired because there was no telling what all Sophia might do to her. Two bartenders now practically ran the place: Lorcan and Liam Callaghan. Of course they had to be brothers but how old or what they looked like, she couldn't say. But now, ever since that little fiasco, and not to mention the quaint little café that opened up down the street, business had gotten slow and almost moot altogether. Once the cabbie pulled up, Sophia noticed two dark blue motorcycles, both sleek and sexy, parked out in front. The pub didn't open until four and it was eleven but she had to see the place for herself and speak with the workers. She had sent an email to the brothers a week before to meet at this time on this day. And she was five minutes late. At least they're punctual, she thought. Sighing she stepped out of the cab, she clutched her messenger bag close to her chest to help hide her shaking. Oh boy, what was she going to find in there? Falling paint? Decrepit furniture? Stripper poles? Pushing those worries aside, she opened the wooden door and walked into the cool interior. It was...nice. Warm colors: green, brown, and blacks with leather back chairs and barstools. Various soccer, or football, posters littered one side of the wall while the other was plastered with local and big name rock bands. Oh, she was in heaven. And there was even a small platform in the far corner with a microphone for live performances, though, no one had performed there in years. "Um, hello?" She called out when she saw no one else was up front. There was some rustling around behind the long bar. "We're closed, sweetheart. Come back at four," a deep voice bellowed out and she jumped, despite herself. It was a nice velvety sound, rich and thick like chocolate or that of a fine wine, and with that accent, it crawled over her and caressed her innards. Hmm. "I'm Sophia M-McCauley," fucking-A. Why was she so goddamned nervous? The voice behind the bar belonged to a tall, broad shouldered man, who looked to be about twenty-six or so, popped up, straightening his clothes. Oh, holy hell, he was hot! "Sean's daughter? Are you even old enough to drink?" He teased, a dimple appearing on the left side from his half-grin. Sophia didn't answer right away, too caught up in this dude's appearance: muscular, tanned, shoulder-length brown hair, whiskey eyes, and a strong jaw. Hello, handsome, come to mama. "I'm um, I'm twenty-two." He laughed and winked. "Sure ye are. Hey, Liam get out here! Boss lady's here," he shouted over his shoulder. "So, you're Lorcan? Am I saying that right?" He waved a hand as if to dismiss her pronunciation; she still had no clue if she was saying it right or not. "Call me Lore," he said as he hopped over the bar to come greet her. "Boss lady? I thought he was sending his son-," another deep voice, but not too tenor, said as he rounded the end of the bar, coming from some unseen location. "Nope, just me," Sophia replied assessing Lore's brother. He was still handsome but he sported blond hair that fell in his gray eyes. "I'm Sophia," she held out her hand for one of them to shake. "Well, pleased to meet you," Lore took her hand and placed a light kiss on her knuckles that sent gooseflesh all over her. She squirmed involuntarily. Liam elbowed Lore in the ribs. "Ever the gentleman. I'm Liam," he shook her hand, squeezing it at the last second while his thumb caressed her wrist. A shiver ran through her both from excitement and pleasure. They both were wearing dark long-sleeved shirts that hugged their muscles delightfully. Sophia had to stop herself from licking her lips at the sight of them. But then, Lore scrunched his up and she saw ink: colored, black, and gray, etched onto his forearms. Growing up around tattoos, she didn't mind them, hell, she actually found herself enjoying them and, if the customers didn't like it, well they could go fuck themselves. "These won't be a problem, huh? I've never had anyone complain..." Lore looked down and away, tucking his hands into the fronts of his black jeans. Sophia felt her heart flutter at his abashed behavior; seriously, that was so fucking adorable. "No, I don't care. Hell, look at me!" She pointed to her nose ring and stretched lobes. Lore smiled at her and nodded. Liam cleared his throat, evidently wanting some of Sophia's attention as well. "So, I've been going over the books and we probably have about a month, maybe two at the rate we're going." Jesus, those accents will never get old. Now she understands why her mom was so hot for her father. She felt something warm in her belly that pooled deep in her thighs, causing sweat to bead on her forehead and her heart to thrum against her chest. The three of them sat at the bar to assess the situation: they were in debt. Badly. And judging by only the regulars coming in, they weren't going to make it. So, she figured they should start with the clientele and go from there. She started a new special: two for four, two shots for four dollars or one shot for three. It was a start but she also lowered the prices on the bottles and pints. Maybe this will get the word out and business will pick up. Maybe. ~~~~~~~~~~~ Lore Callaghan had never been in love but, judging by the way his jeans tightened and his heart swollen, he believes he just fell in love. Sophia McCauley. Man, she was beautiful with that perfect hourglass figure and her style. And those boots, oh they were so fucking sexy on her. Ample chest that pressed against her band tee called to him. He really couldn't believe that this was the owner's daughter. And she didn't waltz in her like she owned the place. No, she was just as nervous as he was about the outcome of this situation. He'd been working at McCauley's Chamber for about five years now and this was home. Literally, it was his home; he and Liam lived upstairs thanks to Old Man Sean and his gracious son, who's still best friends with his father, Aden Callaghan. He wondered if Sophia would let them stay up there, rent free too... His Apadravya was starting to itch from being pressed against the front of his jeans. The moment he saw her, he had forgotten about all of his worries and troubles, focusing on her bright smile that radiated throughout the entire room. "So, we ready to do this? I'm afraid it's just going to be us three for a while until the budget picks up and I can hire new people. Are you both bartenders?" Sophia pointed to Lore and Liam. Even her voice was like a melody; sweet and soft but husky and racy. She was going to be his undoing. "Yeah, but I'm the best," Lore winked at her. Liam punched his shoulder. "Yeah, okay. We've both been here going on five years, almost six. Sorry to hear about Mr. McCauley." Sophia's face darkened a little the mention of ill grandfather. "Thanks. He's doing great, honestly. He's actually about to go to the states." Lore couldn't help himself. "Is that safe?" Sophia nodded. "Yeah, he'll be alright. As long as Ingrid's with him and once his doctor clears him, he'll be on his way to see his son." Liam looked at his watch. "Well, it's almost time to open the bar. Should we go ahead and set up?" Lore and Sophia glanced at one another and Lore felt his chest tighten with something strange. They locked gazes for a few minutes before Liam cleared his throat and ushered Sophia to the back to show her the keys and storage items. "Don't fuck this up, Lore. She is not here for you, so off limits," Liam fiercely whispered as he walked past him. Lore rolled his eyes. Everything was always his fault. Getting them kicked out of university, getting booted to the curb from their parent's house. Well, the last one yes, but the first one, no. Liam had partied alongside him just as much as everyone else did. But alas, they were doing well without a decent education. They did have some higher learning but not enough for a real career. And for them getting kicked out of their former childhood home, that was his fault. After getting caught with drugs, Liam stood up for him and they both were forced out. But their parents still loved them; they just needed a good slap in the face from the famous bitch, Ms. Reality. He sighed, wishing things could have been different for them. But hey, life sucked balls and it didn't get any better. Sophia and Liam came back, laughing with Sophia's hand lightly touching his arm, and Lore felt a pang of jealousy shoot through his chest. What the fuck? Ah, so that's why he wanted her alone, so he could have her to himself and for Lore to get nothing. Well, fuck him too. Lore growled his displeasure and turned to finish stacking the clean glasses he had started before she walked in and disrupted him. He tried to stay away from her all night but it was so fucking hard. The way she would laugh and throw her head back when someone said something funny was proving difficult for him to keep his distance. Apparently, word had gotten around that Sean McCauley's daughter was now running the pub and everyone wanted to see her. And boy did she draw an audience. Fly From The Inside All of the men flocked to her while the women scowled at her, hissing to their friends about how big of a "slut" she was because she was going around and talking to everyone. Jealous cunts. Lore smiled and shook his head, focusing on the drink orders. Man, he hadn't seen this many customers in over two years and his feet and back were hurting. But in brought in the money and that's what they needed. By the time the bar closed at midnight being that it was a weekday, the three amigos were pooped. Lore finished cleaning the glasses and refilling the bottles for tomorrow night. He watched Sophia saying goodbye to the last of the patrons as they waddled out drunkenly. As she was coming back to count the money and tips, she tripped over a broken bottle on the ground that hadn't been swept up yet but Lore was able to catch her just time before her hands were able to break her fall. Somehow he managed to cop a feel, the soft flesh molded into his palms perfectly as he helped her up. If she was angry or offended at where he caught her, she didn't show it. In fact, her cheeks were reddened and her eyes were glazed over. "Did you have anything to drink tonight?" He asked her promptly now smelling the alcohol on her breath. She smiled and shook her head like a drunken teenager. He sighed and placed her on a bar stool. "Look, I know you've never been in a situation like this before but it's really not ethical for you to be drinking on the job. Yeah, I know it's there but it's really not good for you..." He trailed off, seeing the tears gather in her eyes. Umm, what? "I know! I just- I just didn't know what else to do!" She cried. "My father practically threw me out here to run the pub while grandpa is sick. I've never done something like this before and I needed...help," she sniffed and most of her words slurred together. Her dark eyeliner below her eyes were now smeared from her swiping at them. But she still looked incredibly beautiful. "Here, go upstairs and lie down. Liam and I will finish up down here and we'll be up in a bit." Lore handed her a set of keys and showed her to the spiral staircase behind the back wall that led to the storage area. Sophia nodded and stumbled up the stairs, her boots catching on just about every step. He watched her go up admiring her ass which was mighty fine. He's never really been an ass guy but she could probably change him to one. He went back to finishing his duties while Liam balanced the cash register and swept the lobby. They chatted and listened to the hard rock blaring over the speakers while they worked. Since they've been doing it for so long, they were done within the hour, turning off the lights and upstairs by 12:45 am. Lore caught sight of Sophia's boots by the door and her jeans and shirt thrown near the entrance to his room. "Expecting company?" Liam asked as he stretched and grabbed a beer from their fridge. He tossed one to Lore who shook his head. "Nah, that's Sophia's and, before you get all brotherly and bitchy, no, I don't plan on sleeping with her." He added that last bit when he saw Liam scowl. "Be careful and don't fuck this up. She's a nice girl, not my type, but she's cute." Of course she wasn't his type. He preferred the uptight, into shitty music, and dressed nice kind of girl. Not saying Sophia wasn't dressed nice but those tattered jeans did show off her nicely shaped thighs and light complexion. Just thinking of what they might look like unclothed made his groin tighten and cock erect. He groaned. "I won't. She got a little carried away with her discount and needed a little pick me up to ease her nerves. She's probably passed out and snoring," he smiled at the image of her warm from sleep and wrapped up in his sheets. That did nothing to ease his hard-on. "Besides, I'm gonna sleep out here. Night," he said as hopped up over the back of the couch and fell with a plop. Liam muttered goodnight and headed to his room. After about twenty minutes of nothing on TV, he decided he needed a shower but his clothes were in his room. Maybe he could sneak in there real quick and out. Before his mind told him not to, his cock led him to his bedroom. Seriously, being a guy fucking sucked especially when most of the blood was always diverted south. Creaking his bedroom door open, he spotted pale flesh in a lacey black bra and matching panties. Really? She just had to wear those. Tip-toeing over to his dresser, he listened for any rustling of movement but all he heard was slow and deep breathing. He had just met her, not even twelve hours ago and already he was wondering what it was like to hold her every night maybe fuck her two to three times a night too. She's probably a freak in the sheets and an angel on the streets. Oh, yeah. She stirred and sat up. Lore didn't realize he was watching her until her eyes hazily met his. She smiled, slow and sensuous, a hand in front of her with a finger in a "come hither" motion. Again, the blood rushed down instead of to his brain where it should have been going. He couldn't help himself. He crossed over to his bed, his shirt somehow discarding itself and jeans loosening. Sophia sat on her knees, straightening to meet him as he neared the edge of his bed. Oh, she was so sexy and hot. Her curves were in all the right places, her hair was mussed and ruffled from sleep. And the way her eyes blinked slowly told him she knew what was going on but was too tired to do anything about it. She looked up at him, those blue irises dilated giving her an innocent look. She ran her hands over his arms, tracing some of the designs he had inked on. Yeah, they were probably unattractive to most women but the way she had looked at them earlier, there was a hungry glint in her eyes telling him she liked what she saw. They lightly caressed his skin, falling and dipping into each muscle curve that he worked hard for. Her fingers made their way to his chest where a tuft of dark fur awaited her perusal. She knotted her fingers in the hair, tickling his skin as she did so. Lore couldn't wait any longer. He so desperately needed to know what those lips felt like, how warm her mouth was and how demanding her tongue could be. Her heart-shaped mouth awaited his lips as he lowered his head to hers. It was like firecrackers had gone off and he swore he saw stars behind his closed eyes. The world had stilled for just a moment as they met each other's kisses with equal fervor and desire. His hands roamed over her stomach, feathering touches against her soft flesh and they made their way up to her breasts. He kneaded them through the fabric of her bra loving the way they fit perfectly in his hands as he palmed them. He wanted to feel them without the hindrance of material but he had to be buried deep in her. Now. As if reading her mind, Sophia pulled him down on top of her, rubbing her core against his cock. He stifled a groan with her mouth. He had no condoms on him, damn. Well, he could just go bareback and hope for the best but he didn't really want that risk. So, he continued kissing her to his heart's content. Their tongues danced with one another, creating a symphony and tango all in one as they twirled together. Her hands scratched at his back, feeling the tense muscles bunch under her nails. Lore trailed his lips to her jaw, nipping and biting his way to her neck, licking the sensitive flesh until he made it to the hollow of her throat, feeling her pulse quicken beneath his lips. It was warm and thumping. As his hands circled around to her back, he felt her tense and then relax. Her stomach tightened against his and she pressed against his chest, groaning and gurgling. Oh shit. He immediately let up as she crawled to the side of his bed and lurched, while her dinner emptied out of her onto his black shag rug. The sound of her heaving and the wet sloshing was enough to make his boner recede. "Oh my God," she sniffed before wiping her mouth. "I'm so sorry. That wasn't you, I swear. It was the alcohol." He waved a hand at her as she rolled over onto her back at the edge of his bed. "Nah, I knew. I'm not that bad of a kisser," he joked. "Did you mix drinks tonight?" She shrugged, sitting up slowly. "Maybe, I don't remember." She grabbed her torso. "I'm so embarrassed," she whispered. Lore jumped off the bed and went into his little half-bath to retrieve a dampened washcloth and a glass of water. He handed the water to her and proceeded to clean the remaining bodily fluids from her chest and mouth. "Thanks," she said after gulping down the water. "I should probably go." He nodded knowing that was probably what she should have done in the first place. And he should have let her. "I'll take you." ~~~~~~~~~~ "Ugh, I feel like shit," Sophia mumbled as Lore helped her onto his bike. The hangover that normally came in the morning was just now hitting her, the alcohol evaporating in her veins. She had a pounding headache and an aching center. Oh, she was so ready to fuck Lore, wanting to know how big he was but her body had other ideas. Just as well that she threw up, save her from the walk of shame and awkward occurrences with her employee. But still, that didn't mean she didn't want him. This was low, even for her. Didn't know him not even for a day and already she wanted to jump his bones and jump them hard. He was so good looking and had a scorching touch. She was already missing the way his lips felt against hers. Where the hell was all this coming from? "Hold on, tight," he told her over his shoulder. If she was hating the fact that he wasn't touching her anymore, well, she didn't have to worry about that anymore as her arms wrapped around his hard stomach. She leaned her head against his back loving the way he felt near her. Sophia thought she had been in love once with her ex, but he never made her feel like this. What the fuck? She didn't know Lore all too well and she was wondering about love and marriage and all that bullshit. Well, maybe not marriage but now the thought was imprinted in her mind and she wondered what he would look like in a tux...Okay, they were almost to her grandfather's house and she just needed a good night's rest. Yeah, all these feelings were from the alcohol, nothing else. At least, that's what she told herself. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Three months later. Lore watched Sophia's grand smile as she read their report for the night. It was Saturday and they would be closed for the next two days. Thank God. Business had picked up exponentially and they were tired as all get out. Sophia was trying to save up some money for extra help but with a few repairs and extra seating and tables, it was getting a little touch. At the beginning of their shift, Sophia had mentioned something about a few interviews in the coming week. Well that was good, but he was going to miss it being just them three. "Well guys, we're officially out of the red! And in three months? That's fucking amazing!" Liam took out their best whiskey and poured three shots. They all tipped them back, Lore surprised at Sophia's ability to not choke down the burning trail of hard liquor. His jeans felt really uncomfortable all of a sudden. It been three months since their little encounter and they hadn't spoken about it. Not once. But Lore felt it was time to address the situation. "Hey Lore, I've got somewhere to be and I won't be back until tomorrow probably," Liam conveniently chirped in. Lore nodded and just had to ask, "Aye, who's the lucky lady?" Liam laughed and shook his head. "Not on your life, bro. Sophia, I'll see you later," he flicked his chin at her. They watched Liam exit and then awkward silence ensued. Damn. Lore continued sweeping after he locked the doors while Sophia cleared away their shot glasses and put away the cash. The music over the speakers was from some local rock group and it was pretty catchy and Lore found himself bobbing his in time with the beats. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Sophia's hips swivel behind the bar, the shorts she was wearing riding up to reveal some of her delectable ass. She looked hella good tonight in shredded jean shorts, an oversized cut-up Nine Inch Nails shirt, and those favored boots she loved so much. He noticed her tip another shot back, her long, dark red hair meeting the edge of her shorts as she did so. He loved long hair and especially hers. Before he knew what he was doing, Lore rounded the bar and gripped Sophia from behind. She paused for a fraction of a second before grinding her hips to the song. He pressed his pelvis into her ass, letting those soft cheeks greet his erection. He hadn't had sex in nearly six months and was going on a major dry spell. It fucking sucked. Sophia swiveled in his arms and looked up at him with a lustful expression. Her eyes were a little red from being tired and alcohol but she was willing to do anything he wanted to do tonight. Lore grabbed her ass and placed her on the edge of the bar, their eyes never leaving one another's. "I know it's inappropriate for us to be attracted to one another, but I don't think I can stop myself," he whispered. Sophia brought her hands up to rest on his shoulders, and for a moment there, he thought she was going to push him away but she didn't. Instead, she kissed him. Hard. Their tongues danced with each other, tangoing and waltzing all at the same time. Seriously, this was the best fucking kiss he'd ever had. He pulled her to him, feeling her breasts press against his chest as her fervor increased with her desire. Oh, she wanted him just as much as he wanted her. Lore's hands gripped the seam of her shorts, feeling the soft flesh give beneath his probing fingers. He ran his hands up her stomach to grip her breasts noticing she wasn't wearing a bra. He could have been fooled they were that fucking perky. He teased her nipples, feeling them bead between his fingers as he squeezed and pulled on them. He felt her hands feel their way to his jeans, trying to unclasp them, hurriedly. His hips bucked into her has her fingers sought out his cock; he was so hard, it hurt. Their mouths separated for a moment as he removed her shirt but they were molded into one another again as if nothing had ever happened. Lore felt in his back pockets for his wallet and extra condom. He had been ready for this. But he didn't want to fuck her just yet, no, he wanted to taste her. Pushing her on her back, he tugged down her shorts, hearing her sigh of content as he trailed his fingers down her thighs. They were shapely and tapered into perfect calves and feet. They looked just the way he had imagined them to be. He didn't fail to miss her glistening, waiting for him bury himself deep within her. Oh, but that has to wait. Taking one finger, he slowly inserted it into her opening, feeling her muscles bunch from the invasion and then relax as they stretched around him. Fucking tight. He brought another to join the party and slowly finger fucked her, curling them just at the right angle hitting that spot that he knows women all love. She writhed beneath him, her ass squirming closer to his face. He took that his cue to taste her. Using his tongue, he flicked her clit hard while his fingers gently moved in and out of her. She moaned and his glanced up to notice her playing with her own breasts. Wow that was hot. Her small fingers teased her own nipples, pinching them as she cried out. Lore's fingers moved faster, his tongue flicking in time with his hands. He couldn't wait to replace his fingers. Matter of fact, he felt her squeezing his fingers and her cries were coming faster and louder. She was so close. He immediately stood up and unzipped his jeans. Lore was never one to really get naked while fucking and he sure wasn't about to start so he just took himself out of his jeans, placed the condom on, and roughly slammed into her. She was even tighter around his cock and he still for a moment to ease his orgasm and for her to get used to him. Not that he was over confident or big-headed about himself but he was pretty large, or so he's been told. Sophia whimpered and he saw her hair was draped over the side of the bar. It's always been a fantasy to fuck someone here, he just never thought in a million years that it would be his boss, or the boss's daughter, technically. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Sophia clutched at Lore, not realizing how big he was. Well, she didn't get a good look at him but she could feel him and he was much larger than any of the other guys she's been with. Much bigger. But there was something odd about him and it was cool. Was that a piercing? She shook her head and figured she could look at it later. For now, he was a bastard. Making her close to coming and then stopping. Dick. But, with him inside of her, she felt full and happy. Her orgasm had faded but as soon as he started rocking his hips, the fronts of his thighs gently slapping her rear end, it came rushing back. It had been almost two years since she last had sex. Well, with a guy. Her hand or vibrator, which was still in America in her room, was the last thing near her clit. She prayed her parents wouldn't find the little bullet. How embarrassing. Lore's grunts and groans told her he was close. She met each of his thrusts with her own body, feeling the orgasm start in her toes and creep its way up to her belly. She had nowhere to place her hands so she scraped her nails down Lore's chest as the sensation of coming overtook her. Sophia cried out and gripped the edge of the bar so hard, her hands started to cramp. That was a good one. Lore grabbed her waist and she locked her legs around his as he stood her up. Oh, this felt amazing. Riding out the waves of her orgasm she felt another one coming on. Two in one night? Daaaamn. Lore's rhythm increased and he dropped his head to her breasts, licking and suckling the flesh and the valley that rested between each. Sophia panted and moaned with each bounce, feeling her ass smack against the base of his cock. Wow he had some stamina. Their lips met and he buried his tongue in her mouth at the same rate he was fucking her. She gripped his shoulders so hard, leaving half-moon marks on his skin as her toes curled from the kiss. He backed her up until she was barely touching the bar as he continued pounding into her. Her second orgasm exploded behind her eyes, causing her vision to white out for a second as she felt her walls open up and the floodgates opened. "Ah!" She screamed out and then felt him jerk within her, knowing he was close. Lore placed her back on the bar and pumped three more times, each more jerky than the last as he came, his hips bucking against her. His arms braced him on either side of her as he caught his breath. Sophia rested her forehead against his, breathing hard, never having that good of sex before. "That was... that was...amazing," he managed to get out. She nodded quickly. "I agree." They were still joined at the hips and Sophia brought her lips to his, kissing him slowly and shakily. Lore pulled her close to him, the gesture romantic and sweet, the kiss that is usually shared between two lovers. It made her heart hurt and swell all at the same time. His hands tangled in her hair as he pulled her head back to get her neck. Sophia felt him hardening in her sheath. She could go one more round but right now, this wood was fucking killing her ass. ~~~~~~~~~~~~ Morning light filtered in through the dark curtains causing Lore to stir from his slumber. He was warm, very warm and the soft being in his arms brought back memories of the night before: her riding him like a cowgirl, him slapping her ass as he fucked her from behind, and the intense make-out session they had afterwards. Three months was all it took for them to get here. And she was the best lay he'd ever had. Fly From The Inside Well, he wouldn't call that getting laid, more so along the lines of a good fucking. But not love making. He doesn't make love. But in those three months, his feelings for her only deepened, making him want her even more. And he could probably do with another round of marathon sex. Oh yeah, he definitely could if his morning wood was any indication. She was naked beside him, her ass cheeks nestled up to his cock, creating a perfect warm casing for him. He wondered if she ever had anal before. Slight movement brought his attention to her exposed breasts. She was still sleeping and lightly snoring. He figured what the hell. He brought his fingers down her flat stomach to meet her naked curls. He toyed with them for a bit before inserting a finger in her, loving how she was ready for him. Either from last night or she was having an intensely wet dream. He massaged her clit, feeling her jump in his grasp. He smiled as she rolled over and climbed atop him, straddling his naked thighs. Her eye caught something: his piercing. "I knew there was something odd about last night, but it was a good thing," she hastily added at his furrowing brows. "I rather enjoyed my multiple orgasms. Thank you." He felt full of himself. But then the glint in her eyes turned wicked and it showed him she was ready for a nice morning fuck. Grabbing the base of his cock, Sophia jacked him off slowly before raising herself up and posing him below her. Her slight wince and sigh told him she was sore from last night but didn't want to wait. She bit her lip and moaned. This time it was sensuous and lengthy with breathy sighs and groans. He pressed into her from beneath her body, meeting her grinding hips and rolling thighs. Her hands gripped his pecs as she rode him, holding herself up while she kissed him, long and hard. Then a thought occurred to him. "I forgot the condom," he whispered against her mouth. She paused for a second and then shook her head. "I'm on birth control. Female stuff..." she trailed off as her fingers clawed and curled into him. "Come for me," he gently commanded and he felt her clench around him and she let out a cry of pleasure and release. He came inside of her, wondering how many more times he could do that if she'd let him. It was so nice being able to come without a barrier washing it back on him. He let his boys swim and prayed they wouldn't find anything. They kissed for a few moments until Sophia's stomach growled. "I-I should go," she sat up and pulled him out of her. Wait, had she been kicked to the curb before after sex? Well that was plain shitty of someone to do. "No," he grabbed her wrist. "I want you to stay." "You do?" She seemed confused. He sat up next to her, pulling her flush into his side. "Yes. Why do you seem like you're supposed to go? Trust me, I don't want this to be a one-time thing." Lore caressed the back of her arm as he watched the gears in her mind turn. "I don't either but-." "But what? Come on, I'll make you breakfast. Even though it's nearly lunch time," he smiled at her. She hesitated, looking around for her clothes, ready to bolt. Jeez, did someone hurt her that bad? Finally, she nodded and then met his gaze warily. "Okay." He threw her his t-shirt from last night, a faded black short sleeve with a gray detailed skull. She slipped it on over her undies and he stirred below, once again. Damn, this girl was going to be the death of him. Her hair was in every direction and her makeup was smeared; she looked like a strung-out roadie but man she looked good. Then a thought occurred to him: they can just stay in at his place and have a day without sex. Well, maybe but his growing boner might not like that too much. After he cooked and they ate, it was almost two. "Wanna watch a movie? I got plenty." Lore pointed to a large stack of DVDs and CDs. She nodded and the corners of her mouth tugged, trying to hide her smile. Fuck she was so cute. He watched Sophia rifle through the stacks of DVDs before she was satisfied with her choice. She clutched the case to her chest, her head and hair covering what she picked out. While she was placing the disc into the player, he caught a glimpse of the title. Holy shit. My kinda girl, he thought to himself. As she walked back to him, he held out his arms for her to cuddle up next to him. "The Evil Dead? And the original." He whistled his approval. "Like scary movies, huh?" "They're my favorite," she grinned so wide like a child on Christmas. "Mine too," he whispered as he stared into her eyes, trying to find any sort of flaw that she may have so he could wake up from this dream but he found nothing. She's hot, loves scary movies, loves rock music, and is smart. Lorcan Callaghan believes he just fell in love because he must be the luckiest man alive. "Yep, I am," he murmured before kissing Sophia's forehead.