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Her Irish Neighbor

By: EnvywithJadee



Cassie thumbed her last page for the current romance book she took to reading. Her insides were melting with the thought of Sean treating her that way; passionate yet reckless, dangerous yet gentle. Sean MaCauley, she sighed as his name passed over her brain. Her next door Irish neighbor in their apartment building; she met him the day she moved in and her brain all but turned to goop the first moment she laid eyes on him, two years ago.

Rounding twenty-two and still haven't touched a man in an intimate way since ever, her mind always catered back to him. With his roguish good looks and accent, her dream man. His rust colored hair always looked tousled and slept in and it complemented his blue-green eyes perfectly. He owned a pub downtown and was always coming and going. Some early afternoons she would catch him just waking up and stepping out onto his balcony in just loose shorts and nothing else. He must work out in order to keep his chiseled chest and flat, six-packed stomach. His shoulders were broad that narrowed into his waist but proportionately.

And his face, oh God, his face! Never has she seen someone look like him before. Straight nose, luscious lips, firm jaw, and high cheek bones that all accentuated him flawlessly. There was no way he could be her neighbor when he belonged in a magazine and not here.

Cassie heard his balcony door slide open and she jumped at the opportunity to catch him just waking up. It was almost one in the afternoon so no surprise there. She smoothed her blonde waves back, feeling them land just below her shoulder blades. Today was Saturday so she still wore her light pink silk shorts and matching camisole top because she had absolutely nothing to do. She pinched her cheeks to add a little color and moistened her lips.

"Hi," she nervously greeted as soon as she stepped onto the veranda.

"Hey," he replied, his voice thick with drowsiness. "Good mornternoon," he laughed. It was a hearty laugh. He glanced over at her and her stomach fluttered.

"Good mornternoon to you too." It was their signature greeting to each other, a combination of "good morning," and "good afternoon," and she always tried to imitate his accent but failed miserably.

"You're getting better at that," he noted and moved so he was on the side closest to her. Their balconies were a few feet apart but it felt like miles to her.

She mimicked his move and leaned over the railing, her chest resting just above her arms. She caught his eyes sweep down but only for a moment before he looked back up. "Aren't you cold?" She asked him, pointing towards his naked torso and basketball shorts.

"Nah, you?"

"A little," she softly replied.

Cassie was in fact cold. With the first days of autumn gone, the wind had a bitter bite to it and wearing these skimpy clothes did no justice to her bare skin. Her heart fell when he left to go back into his apartment but her eyes lit up once she noticed he held a hoodie in his arms.

"Here, wear this," he tossed it to her and she caught it effortlessly.

"Awe," she pushed her arms through the oversized openings. "I guess chivalry isn't dead after all." She breathed in his musky scent that clung to the jacket.

He winked. "You'd be surprised. Is that better?"

She nodded vigorously, thankful for the warmth. "Thank you," she looked down at her bare feet.

"No problem. Did you just get up?" God, his accent was so sexy.

"No, I've been up for a while, just really lazy." She replied and he laughed.

"Someone your age should be still sleeping so they can party the following night." Sean's eyes roved over her.

"I'm not like most girls my age." When she saw his frown she quickly continued. "How old do you think I am anyways?"

He brought a finger to his lips and looked up; debating her age and Cassie spotted his large Celtic cross tattoo over his heart. "Hmm, I'd say eighteen?"

Cassie's mouth dropped. "Eighteen? Gosh, do I really look that young?"

"Well it isn't a bad trait." Her cheeks flamed. Was he flirting with her?

"I wish I was that young again. No try more like twenty-one."

A sexy smile crossed his lips. "Twenty-one, eh? Still, you are pretty young. Younger than me." His eyes gleamed as he traced her outline with them.

Cassie shifted her feet, feeling more nervous than ever. "How old are you?"

He swiped his hand through his hair, mussing it up but it still looked incredibly good. "I'm a dinosaur compared to you."

Her brows knitted together. "Wait, don't tell me you're like forty-five or something."

Sean chuckled before he stretched, giving Cassie an all-out view of his front. "Let's just say while you were probably being conceived I was hitting puberty."

"Thirty four?!" She asked disbelievingly. There was no way this man can be thirteen years her senior.

"My birthday is in three months so almost thirty five, princess." He winked at her and she held onto the rail more tightly for balance.

"Mine is a week from today," she added thoughtfully. She noted the look in Sean's eyes the moment she mentioned her birthday.

Something had changed with their friendship since they first met: from causal greetings and small talks to flirting and roving eyes. It all changed one night in which Cassie tried not to think about for it brought up ideas of it never happening again. But she was sure Sean remembered it.

"Oh really?" His eyebrows rose. "Well, we'll definitely have to celebrate it then." He smiled at her.

"Like how?" Her curiosity increased as she tilted back, rocking on her heels.

"I don't know but I'll come up with something." He looked at his cell and cursed. "Hey, I've gotta go but we'll talk more okay?"

Disappointment swept through her. "Alright, have fun."

"Oh I will," One side of his mouth came up and he whisked back into his apartment. He poked his head back out just as Cassie was turning away, feeling empty. "Oh, keep the jacket; it looks better on you than it did on me."

Hope rose like waves crashing in the nearby ocean. They shared a grin before retreating back into their own abodes.

The next few days went by quickly until Friday rolled around. Her job was boring as usual for a receptionist. But hey, it paid the rent and bills. Working her way through college hadn't been as easy as planned but she was slowly making it. And she was caught up in all her classes so studying was out of the loop.

It was getting late and Cassie decided to get ready for bed. After showering and brushing her teeth, she climbed under her thick comforter. Images of what happened four months ago flashed in her mind. The moment everything changed between her neighbor and her:

It was a Sunday night, turning into the wee morning hours of Monday. She had been sound asleep when someone pounded on her door. She'd jumped up, heart racing and threw on a silk robe to cover her creamy complexion that escaped through her sleep wear.

Cassie had looked through the peephole, her hazel eyes adjusting to the figure outside her door. Sean. Her heart leapt in her throat and her stomach churned with delight. What was he doing at her doorstep at three in the morning?

She'd unlocked the chain lock and deadbolt before taking a deep breath and cracking the door open. Sean had been standing outside her apartment, alcohol fuming off him. He's drunk. Too good to be true. He'd nudged his way into her place.

"Sean, is everything okay?" Cassie wrapped her arms about her.

Sean looked at her then, truly looked at her as if she were the most wonderful thing in the world. "She left me," was all he'd said.

Having not seen a girl for nearly a year enter or leave his apartment, she pressed. "Who left you?"

"My fiancé! She was fucking my best friend the whole time," he had shouted and Cassie grabbed his hand to calm him.

She had heard this story about Julie only once before. His ex-fiancé, the one he thought was the love of his life, the one he gave his heart to. The one who cheated on him and who left him, over five years ago, to be with someone who was like a brother to Sean. Cassie had snaked her arms around his hard waist.

"Shh, Sean, I know." She soothed and had looked up at him. The anger and hurt in his eyes should have scared her but it only made her heart break, and it still did every time she remembered that night.

He'd wrapped his arms around her back, pushing her breasts into his chest. "I loved her, Cassie. I really loved her."

Cassie's hold tightened, feeling jealous of hearing about Julie. "That was then, this is now."

"Yeah, and I've got you," he softly whispered, resting his chin on her head.

"I'll never leave you," she looked up at him.

His eyes had been glazed over from drinking and something else. Her breath caught when Sean had pressed his lips to hers. He'd dug his tongue into her mouth, forcing her jaw open. Cassie whimpered against his mouth. They both drew back, gasping.

"I've wanted you princess ever since I laid eyes on you." He had crushed his mouth to hers again, stifling her surprised gasp.

Sean had roughly yanked her robe off and shoved her against the door. Thrusting his tongue deeper, he picked her up and placed his knee between her thighs, his jeans rough against her smooth skin. He'd jerked her bottoms down her thighs and unbuttoned his jeans. Cassie heard the zipper and her eyes shot open.

"Sean," she had pleaded against his lips and felt his erection poised between her legs. "Sean!" She'd pushed hard against his chest. "No, stop!"

A growl had erupted from his chest and he reluctantly pulled back. "Fuck! What?" He'd barked.

"I- I've never-" his laughter cut her off. "Hey! This isn't funny!" Tears had started to form in her eyes.

"I'm sorry," he finally stopped. "I didn't think you would be a virgin with the way you look." He set her down and zipped his jeans back up.

"Please leave," she had felt humiliated and crossed to the door, her cheeks aflame with embarrassment. Christ, she couldn't even look at him.

Sean had paused in the open doorway and then turned to face Cassie. "I truly am sorry." And then he was out the door.

Cassie's cheeks burned from the memory of that night but she knew that Sean still remembered it. She wanted him too but not like that, she wanted it to be perfect. Maybe that can be her birthday gift from him. Yes, she will definitely ask for it. She smirked as she drifted off into a peaceful sleep.

Sean just finished closing the pub. The alcohol ridden air slowly seeped out the open door before he locked it. He straddled his bike before placing his helmet on his head and roaring the engine to life. The drive was short but it felt good to be on his bike.

He remembered the night when he forced himself into Cassie's apartment, just like he does every night since that incident. He remembered her terrified look of horror before he almost plunged into her, taking her virtue. She was beautiful with a petite vivacious body and golden hair and tan skin. Hell, who was he kidding, she was hot, sexy. No, those were too vulgar for her; Cassie was beautiful, ethereal almost. The first day they met he felt a pull in his groin and gut. She was so young and still so young. And he had almost ruined her first time. Damn him and Julia, he thought. After that night, he stopped drowning his sorrows on her and focused on Cassie, focused on trying to create a relationship with her.

Honestly, he didn't think she was still a virgin. Why had she waited so long for someone to touch her? He wondered as he parked his bike and made his way to the third floor of his apartment building. Her birthday was tomorrow and he planned a nice romantic dinner for the two of them, at his place. His feelings for her grew enormously from that one night and he fell, hard. And tomorrow night, he would let her know just how she made him feel.

When he saw her this morning in her small shorts and tank top, his shorts felt tight. Thank God they were loose to hide his erection or she might not ever look at him the same way again. He unlocked his door and stepped in, pondering why she still talked to him after that night. She doesn't deserve him; she deserves someone her age, someone sweeter and more appreciative. It was nearing dawn when he undressed and fell into his bed, and a deep sleep.

He didn't see Cassie at all for the day. He did that on purpose so as to build up his nerves. But in all honesty, the wait seemed torturous. When six rolled around, he gently knocked on her wooden door. His heart pounded in his chest when she opened up, wearing his dark hoodie and light jeans. She smiled at him and her full lips seemed magnificent.

"Hey," she greeted.

"Happy Birthday!" He replied, pulling the lilies and card from behind his back. He recalled her mentioning they were her favorite at some point or other.

Her eyes lit up like fireworks when she saw the flowers. "Oh my, thank you!" She gave him a half hug as she took the bouquet and card and placed them on her counter closest to the door.

"You're welcome princess. Hey, I've got a surprise over in my place." When she faltered he added, "You'll love it, I promise."

He placed his hands over her eyes, shielding them from the hard work he did.

Guiding her into his apartment which was about ten feet to the right of hers, he kept one hand over her eyes and the other in the small of her back. He could feel her trembling beneath his hand, so he pulled her closer to him, reassuring her. When he opened his door, he kept her blind.

"Can I see now?" She asked impatiently.

"Hold on just a sec," he replied while trying to gingerly help her into a chair. "There," and he released her eyes.

Cassie's breath caught as she took in the surroundings. There had to be a hundred different candles glowing everywhere and rose petals, too many to count, littered the floor. She sat at a round white-linen table with a bouquet of lilies adorning it. Cassie covered her mouth with her hands. They seemed to be dining in front of Sean's bay window with the lights down low. It was truly romantic and beautiful.

"It's wonderful," she tilted her head back to look up at Sean, who was watching her intently. "Thank you."

Sean resisted the urge to take her and kiss her full on the mouth, so he turned to his stereo to play some soft music. He ran into his kitchen and retrieved the Chinese takeout, in which he knew was Cassie's favorite.

"Takeout?" She questioned when he returned.

He shrugged, serving her chicken and noodles. "I know it's your favorite since I see you order it a lot." He shot her a glance to gauge her reaction.

She laughed. "Well, it's very sweet, thank you."

Sean poured them both a glass of wine and they ate in silence.

Towards the end, Cassie decided to try and ask for her birthday present. "Um, Sean?"

"Yeah princess?" He looked to her and saw the worry and nervousness in her eyes. What was she up to?

"Well, I- I was wondering if I could ask you to uh, be my-"Spit it out girl! "You know I'm a virg-"

Sean's fork hit his plate with a loud bang. He cleared his throat as he caught on that she was asking him to be her first. "Yes, I'm aware."

She looked down, toying with the tablecloth. "I was hoping you wouldn't mind being my first." The words came out in a rush.

"Are you sure? I mean it should be with someone special and-"

Cassie's head shot up. "You are special to me, and I am simply asking you this. Think of it as my birthday present." Her face burned. "Other than the dinner, which was lovely by the way. And I've been thinking of this for a long time." Her cheeks reddened significantly.

Sean stood then, feeling his jeans become a little too uncomfortable and crossed over to her. He took her hands in his. "Come with me." He led her to his bedroom which he already aligned with roses.

Cassie's hands trembled as Sean led her to his bedroom. I'm finally going to do it! She squealed in her mind. Upon entering his room, he turned to her and kissed her passionately. Sean gently coaxed her mouth open with his tongue, grazing over her teeth, and dipping low into her mouth, claiming it. The kiss made Cassie's head swim and her knees go weak.

Sean pulled away, gasping. "Are you sure?" He asked, again.

Cassie wrapped her arms about his torso. "Positive. I wouldn't want it any other way."

Sean did his usual sexy grin and pushed the door open. To Cassie's surprise, the room was opposite of him. His bed sat in the middle of the room, covered in a white duvet and red silk sheets. His pillows consisted of alternate white and red colors, and it was made. His furniture was black however, a sheer contrast to his bed. A large set of drawers lined the wall in front of his bed and held a massive flat screen TV. A metal book rack was cata-cornered to his bed and held many drinking and mixing books. The hardwood bent under their weight as Sean led her over to his bed.

Cassie sat down on the king size mattress and lay back, watching Sean. "It's nice in here."

He laughed. "Yeah, well it needs a feminine touch."

"I think it's perfect," she said as she sat up.

Sean sat at the edge, leaning away from Cassie. "Once more, are you sure you want to do this?" Concern laced his tone.

Cassie crawled over to where he sat and kissed his neck, nipping and dragging her tongue from his lobe to his collar bone. "How's that for my answer?" She replied in a husky voice.

She could feel a shiver pass through Sean. "If you keep doing that, I might not be able to contain myself." He turned and took her mouth with his.

They both groaned with desire and need. Cassie reached the hem of Sean's shirt and roved her hands over his chiseled abs and perfect chest, circling her fingers around his hard nipples. Sean thrust his tongue deeper into Cassie's mouth and she obliged, opening up to him. He ran his hands through her waves, down her back, and around to her breasts that were being squeezed between them. He kneaded them through his hoodie, never being turned on so much before of touching her like this in his hoodie. His jeans started to become

Cassie pulled on his shirt to lift it over his head and Sean lifted his arms up to let her before dragging his hands underneath his jacket to grasp those glorious globes, noting she was braless. They resumed kissing and roaming their hands over each other, until Sean pushed Cassie back and yanked his hoodie off her.

"I want to see all of you," he demanded in a stern voice.

She tugged on her jeans, pulling them down but leaving a pair of black lacy panties on. She didn't wear a bra so she was naked save for her panties. Sean groaned at the sight of her, his breath coming faster and heavier.

"God, I have wanted you for so long." He confessed before capturing her mouth with his once again. "You're so beautiful, Cass, why have you waited so long?" He whispered in her ear before licking her earlobe, then taking it into his mouth.

Cassie moaned before she traced the outline of his tattoo. "I don't know. I just never liked anyone I guess. That is, until I met you." She glanced up at him and she could see the lust in his eyes.

Sean pushed himself up on his hands, hovering over her, curious about something. "Have you fantasized about me?"

Cassie's hand halted and her breath caught while color clouded her cheeks. She remembered back to the sleepless nights and getting off to his face and all the wonderful things she hoped he would do. "Yes," she said in a small voice. "A few times, maybe more."

Sean smiled at her, clearly pleased that he was in her mind when she satisfied herself. "I've thought of you as well, but never could it get as real as it is right now."

When Cassie pulled his head to hers, he fiddled with her breasts, circling the tiny nubs in between his fingers, first the left then the right. He left her mouth to replace his hands, smiling as she writhed beneath him and moaned while arching her back. Sean's hand trailed down her belly and found the edge of her panties, lifting the edge slightly to reach into the warm, wet entrance. He first toyed with her curls, noticing she kept it trimmed well. Then he moved to her sensitive clit that was engorged with need. He circled his thumb and forefinger around her clit, making her moans louder and for her to grind her hips.


Her Irish Neighbor Ch. 02



Cassie moaned as Sean drove into her.

Her face was smashed on the dark wood of his desk in the office of his pub.

"Sean-" she started before a knock on the door interrupted her.

"Fuck!" Sean cursed. "Who...is... it?" He asked in between breaths.

A feminine voice answered. "It's Sarah."

Cassie's head shot up, pushing back against Sean as he pounded into her. "Who the hell is Sarah?"

Grabbing her hair in his hands and twisting it around his fingers he fiercely whispered, "Not now." He slowed his rhythm, just enough to answer Sarah. "I'm, um, busy right now. Can you come back in about-" he looked at Cassie, gauging how long it will take her to finish. She held up both hands in the "five" position. "Ten minutes?"

"Sure boss." Sarah replied but she hesitated. She didn't like Cassie, not one bit. And she knew what they were doing on the other side of the office door. It pissed her off.

Getting up, Cassie shoved Sean into his plush leather chair. Confused, Sean obliged. "My turn to take control," Cassie licked his ear.

She roughly slammed herself onto him, making Sean groan with pleasure. "I love it when you do that, babe."

"Oh really? Just wait," she smiled maniacally and used his shoulders as leverage to hoist herself to slam onto him again.

Sean rolled his head back, wincing at the slight pain in his dick but still liking every minute of it.

He grabbed her hips with both hands, grinding her in a rhythm he knew was sure to make her eyes roll to the back of her head. He kissed her neck, sucking, nipping, and even leaving a hickey. Whoops, she won't like that later.

"Sean! Sean-" she was getting close.

Whispering in her neck, he asked, "What baby?"

"I'm-" she bit her lip, "I'm coming!"

"Come for me love," he urged her on.

He felt her walls clutch at him, grab him deeper as her orgasm washed over her. He was so close that with the last pulse of her cunt he spilled over, holding her tightly against him while they both shook.

Christ that was great.

Cassie dropped her head onto his shoulder, shivering from the cool air hitting her naked, sweat slicked skin. Sean wrapped his arms around her back, still inside her, holding her more closely to him. God he loved this woman.

"I love you," he whispered in her ear.

Cassie stirred then shifted so she could kiss Sean with all the energy she had left in her. "Hmm, I love you too," and she smiled.

They dressed and Cassie waited out in the bar for Sean to finish doing whatever he does. She had no idea what he did. But his pub was doing great; he even had to hire two more workers, one including Sarah, who gave Cassie a stink eye every time they passed one another.

Tonight was no exception.

Cassie watched as Sarah jumped at every opportunity to touch Sean, to be close to him. Sarah would toss her hair back and bat her eyes. She would purposely squeeze behind him to get to the register or some liquor, instead of waiting.

Cassie saw Sean shrug it off and each time Sarah would accidentally bump into him, he would look up and smile at Cassie or pucker his lips at her.

She knew he would never run around on her. He loved her too much.

But still, why was he here every night instead of with her?

Of course, Cassie understood the man had obligations with his pub, so she couldn't help but wonder sometimes. He never stayed late though. He would always call her the minute he left which was normally around nine or ten when the hours were four pm to two am, Tuesday through Saturday. He was a good employer, always making sure his employees had their weekend as well as hours.

Cassie's face reddened as she saw Sarah go too far.

Sarah had just gotten a new tattoo right below her right hipbone. Cassie saw as she pulled Sean aside, in a nearby corner, to show him, pulling her pants down a little too far along with her panties. Cassie could see the smooth flesh of her hip along with the bone protruding out. It disgusted her.

But what really pissed Cassie off was when Sarah had the nerve, no, the balls to grab Sean's hand to make him touch it and he let her. She watched as Sarah leaned forward making Sean's hand practically disappear into her underwear.

Cassie quickly got up, knocking her chair over in the process, causing every head in the bar to look her way. She grabbed her purse and left, grabbing her cell to call a cab home. Fuck Sean driving her. She saw red, oh, she was livid.

She felt a hand on her upper arm. She knew immediately who it was. "Leave me the fuck alone," she threatened.

"Baby, please-" Sean started but stopped when he heard her sniffle. He grabbed her and pulled her to him, keeping her close. "I'm sorry, babe, it won't happen again. Matter of fact, I'll fire her if you want me-"

"You don't get it do you? Everyone saw my boyfriend practically finger that whore!" Cassie cried harder now.

Not sure what to do, Sean let her go.

"It was embarrassing, Sean. And you let her? What the hell was that?"

Sean shook his head not even sure why he did it. "I don't know, love. I never... I..."

Wiping at her tears, Cassie shrugged his apology off. "Just get back to work."

And with that, Cassie hopped into the cab that had been waiting ever since Sean let her go.

What the fuck was he thinking?

He knew better. So why did it happen? Hell, Sarah is a beautiful girl but she's a whore. She's fucked every other staff member with a cock so why did he think she couldn't affect him? And how was he going to get Cassie back?

He prayed to God that she would forgive him.

Stepping back behind the bar, Sean's face was hard. He was pissed that Sarah would dare do that in front of Cassie, let alone do that otherwise.

Speak of the devil; Sarah slinked up next to Sean, putting her breasts on his arm as she reached for an empty glass. "You know, since you're not going home with little Miss Goody-Two-Shoes, you could come home with me," she whispered before licking his ear.

He flinched. "Back the fuck off," shit he was pissed.

"Oh, someone's angry. I like that," she tried to grab the waistband of his jeans but Sean's hands quickly snapped hers away.

"I said back the fuck off. Or you're fired," he threatened.

Sarah went unfazed, only leaning closer. "Hmm, I'd say you need to take your anger out on something or should I say someone, boss."

She winked and sashayed over to the end of the bar.

Sean walked over to her, eyes flaming with anger, not desire, but he was pissed. He loved Cassie and he would never do anything to hurt her or lose her for that matter. Grabbing Sarah's wrists in both hands, he roughly pulled her behind him into his office where he had just made love to Cassie not an even hour before. Throwing her onto the plush leather couch, Sean stood before her, fury fuming off him.

"You want me to take my anger out on you? Is that you want, Sarah?"

She eagerly nodded, unbuttoning her blouse. She wanted him ever since he called her to offer the job.

"Alright, Sarah, are you ready for this?" Sean asked with a smirk. He was going to fuck her over.

Sarah reached for Sean's jeans, disappointed that he wasn't hard. Sean shoved her back, flipping her over onto her stomach.

His breath was hot on her ear as he pulled her against him by her biceps. "You're a filthy whore, Sarah, and your cunt is probably loose as all get out. Now, if you ruined my relationship with Cassie you're going to pay with your job and possibly your goods if I want what every man has already had. And I don't give a fuck if you're willing. You want angry? If Cassie doesn't come back to me, be prepared."

With that, he pushed her roughly from, glad to be rid of her.

Sarah's brown eyes were wide and tears started to form at the corners. She was humiliated. But she has never been more turned on. She jumped up from the couch and reached for Sean's shirt to pull him back. She managed to surprise him and then stifle his curse with her lips.

Sarah forced his lips open with her tongue and explored his mouth for all she's worth. His tongue stayed back, in his own mouth but she somehow got him to relent and pulled his tongue into her own mouth, letting her suck it and he groaned.

Of their own accord, Sean's hands moved up her sides to cup her breasts and squeeze them crudely. He felt his cock stir, itching to be touched. What the fuck was he doing? He shouldn't be doing this but he just couldn't stop-

The office door opened and he heard a gasp. Shit.

Sarah kept her mouth on his as Sean tried to push her away. Once she was detangled from him, he caught Cassie's blond waves receding into the hall, out into the bar. Fuck. Fuck. Fuck!

Cassie cried all the way to her apartment, right next to his. She had gone back to apologize for the way she had acted earlier. But this? This was unforgiveable. They were done, over, no more.

She yanked the door open, slammed it behind her and dead bolted the door, making sure Sean couldn't use his spare to enter her place.

Cassie jumped in the shower and scrubbed the night away.

After toweling off and still naked, she crashed in her bed, relishing the way the silk sheets felt against her damp skin. Then the tears started again. How could he? Didn't he love her? How could he want her when he took her virginity and all she was is an emotional attachment? Who was she kidding? He was only being nice.

Her body, wracked with sobs, finally settled down. She sniffled and her tears were no more. Sleep came a few hours later, only after her eyes were puffy and dry.

"You're out of here, Sarah!" Sean yelled as soon as Cassie left.

Sarah moved to calm him down, but there was no going back. She fucked up royally, no, he fucked up royally. "Don't you think you're overreacting just a little?"

The look of disgust that crossed his face scared her. She should probably run. "You fucked up my goddamn relationship! How the fuck am I supposed to relax?!"

Sarah shook from the deadly tone in his voice. He meant business. "I-I-"

"You don't know do you? I told you, you're going to pay! Now, get the fuck out!"

Sean shoved Sarah out the door, in front of his bartender and God knows who else. What the fuck did he care? All he could think about was Cassie's sad gasp as she left the open office door.

How the hell was he going to fix it?

He stood in front of her door, number 308, and used his spare to unlock the door. He managed to wriggle the knob free but she used the dead bolt. She was keeping him out. But just out of her apartment or out of her life. For how long, though?

What was he supposed to do?

Get down on his knees and beg for her to take him back? No, too needy. What could or can he do? The thought of him on his knees brought an idea to his mind. He prayed that she would forgive him enough to ask her to take him back, possibly, spend the rest of her life with him. He prayed hard as he crossed the ten feet to his place.

Two weeks had passed since that night at Sean's pub. Cassie had ignored his calls, his texts, his cards, and the delivery of flowers that he sent every day to her apartment and her work, throwing them in the dumpster outback behind their building. How dare he? She hardly heard him leave his place, maybe once or twice a week for groceries or whoever the hell cares.

She sure didn't.

But she loved him. How can you get over someone who made your toes curl every time they whispered your name? How can you get over the insane beating of your heart whenever you're near them? What about the intense love-making and fuck sessions? The answer was simple: you don't.

And get over him she would not.

He would always be there, in the back of her mind, behind her eyelids when she closed them at night, in her heart every time she heard the name "Sean".

Maybe she should forgive him. All they did was kiss, right?

Yeah, they kissed in the same spot where Sean had made love to her numerous times in his office. A place where he never brought a girl because that was his workspace, his space that he worked hard for.

But, could she forgive him?

She thought about how she could when a soft knock on her door startled her.

She undid the dead bolt, not even bothering to see who it was. Most likely another flower delivery, she thought, but it was the evening, so unlikely.

Her heart stopped the second she opened the door. There stood Sean, his eyes dark with circles beneath them and his face was scruffy. He stopped taking care of himself, she noted as she took in his wrinkled clothes that had seen better days. Not knowing how to greet him, all she said was, "Yes?"

He opened his mouth to speak but closed it. He pulled something from behind his back. "This- this was yours, I thought you might like it back," he looked down.

It was her hoodie that he had given to her a little over three months ago. Why would she want it?

"That's not mine," she pointed out.

He continued looking down, holding the hoodie with an outstretched arm with veins that strained against his tanned skin. "Just take it please," he pushed it towards her more. "If-" he paused, collecting himself for what he was about to say next, "if you take this, I promise to... I'll leave you alone, I swear."

Cassie's heart dropped as she took it. Was that the sign she had been praying for the past two weeks? If so, then what was she to do? "Umm, you-"

"No," he held up a hand, "I do need to do this. I love you and I will always love you. I will leave you alone but if you want to forgive me, you know where to find me." And with that, he turned to head to work, head down and nerves fluttering.

She was surprised to see him but the biggest surprise is yet to come...

Cassie threw the hoodie on her couch and plopped down next to it. She remembered wearing it the day he took her virginity, her last birthday. Heat rushed to her thighs and she pressed them together. They hadn't had sex since that night. Well, at least she didn't.

Then a thought occurred to her, reminding her that today was Sean's birthday. The tears that had been dry for the past two weeks came in a rush. She held the hoodie up to her nose, smelling his musky, clean, masculine scent. She shuddered.

Cassie heard something thump when it fell on the floor. Curious, she bent over reaching for the silver box and note. Confused as to what it could be, she opened up the note first. This is what Sean had written:

Cassie,

My love, my one and only. I truly am sorry for what I have done. I never meant to hurt you let alone drive you away or lose you. You are my heart, forever and always will be. My birthday present from you is your happiness and that's all I ever wanted. I understand if you never want to speak to me or see me again, I will move out. But know this: you are my soul, the reason for my being. I love you so much even though we've been together for three months, it feels like years, in a good way, and I loved you ever since the first time I laid eyes on you over two years ago.

Baby, open the box and I'll let you decide your happiness.

I love you, forever and always,

-Sean M.

Tears had formed anew in her eyes. Her heart broke at how cruel she was to him. All he did was fucking kiss another woman! It's not like they fucked. Well, from what she could see, but she could forgive him right? Yes, she will.

Cassie opened the silver box that was a little larger than her palm. With shaking fingers she plucked the white gold ring from its sheath. A two carat black diamond sat in the middle surrounded by tiny white diamonds that accentuated the black diamond beautifully. It was the same ring that they had seen in the jewelry store two months ago when Cassie dragged him in to just look. She fell in love with it. He remembered!

She placed the ring on the third finger of her left hand.

A perfect fit!

She jumped up off the couch and ran out her apartment door, leaving it open. She didn't care. She had to get to Sean. She pounded on his door and waited about five minutes with no answer.

The only other place she could think of where he was at was his pub.

She quickly grabbed his hoodie and the note, thankful she was wearing jean shorts and a tee. It's been pretty hot lately so she had to dress comfortably. She ran down the stairs, taking two at a time and darted out the lobby doors.

She had to get to him, just had to.

Sean was finishing a drink order and wondering if Cassie had gotten his surprise. His luck, she just threw it away, thankful to be rid of his memories. He hoped to hell not, that ring was fucking expensive. But it's not about money, it's about her happiness.

He turned to rinse a glass when the pub's doors swung open with a loud bang. Every head in the bar turned to look and there was his angel, standing in the doorway, wearing that same hoodie with the biggest smile plastered on her face.

Cassie ran up to Sean, she even jumped over the bar to grab him. "Oh my God! Yes, Sean, a thousand times, yes!"

Sean had never been so happy in his entire life as he brought her up in his arms to plant a passionate kiss on those lips that he had been missing. "Are you sure, love? We've only been together three-"

She halted his words with her fingers. "I'm sure. I love you more than life itself. We can get married tomorrow or twenty years from now. I don't care as long as it's with you!"

Questioning glares echoed around the room as Sean looked around, with a mile wide grin. "We're getting married!"

Everyone hooted and hollered. Sean swept Cassie to his office and kissed her with so much force that he felt his knees go weak.

Cassie brought her arms around his neck, keeping her to him. She opened her mouth at his impatient tongue. She lapped at his exploring mouth with her own impatient mouth. Oh God, her tongue couldn't get enough. She whimpered as his hands made their way to her breasts, kneading them beneath the hoodie.

"Sean," she whispered.

"What love?"

Still moving their lips together she asked, "Can we go back to your place? I really don't want to do it here," she looked around.

He understood. They were in the exact spot where she caught him. "Yes, baby, we can."

They barely made it through his door before clothes were being slung left and right. They kissed, tongues still savaging and savoring, all the way to his bedroom. Christ he never wanted her so much before.

She was in her pale pink lace bra and panties when he laid her on his bed. He drank in the sight of her. Fuck, his future woman, his future wife. That's when he remembered he had something to show his love.

He still had his boxer briefs and shirt on when they burst through his bedroom door. He lifted his shirt, right above his left nipple showing her his Celtic cross tattoo with an added piece. She gasped. And then happy tears fell down her cheeks.

Cassie grasped him by the waist, not believing what he did but thinking it was so sweet too. She traced the swirling, Celtic symbols that formed a name. Her name. Sean had gotten it connected with the cross so it looked like one piece, like it was always meant to look that way.

"When we have kids, I want their names up there too," he whispered, not believing that this beautiful woman was his future wife.

She reached up and meshed his lips to hers. In between breaths and kisses she would say, "I love you," and "Can't wait to marry you".

Sean growled his impatience at her insistence. Normally they would fuck like rabbits, quick and rough. But tonight, tonight he was going to take it slow with her. Relish every touch, every inch of skin, every hair, and every sigh that would escape her lips. Oh yes, he would make unbelievable, mind-altering, and aching love to her tonight.




Her Irish Neighbor Ch. 02



He walked around his large bed and lit the few candles that he had set up just in case the moment did happen. He lowered the lights down low and laid her gently on the bed.

Slowly, oh so slowly, he kissed her lips then moved down her body, licking her neck, ears, and collar bones until he made a rest stop at her bra. He unlatched the hooks and slid one strap off her shoulder while tracing his fingers down her arm as he withdrew the strap. He slid the other one just as painfully slow as the first. His dick ached be buried to the hilt in her so bad but he had to hold off. He didn't want to ruin the night for her.

Sean threw her bra across the room and hooked his attention back on her globes, feeling the soft, plump skin of one while kneading a nipple with the other hand. Her bud instantly rose to attention at his touch, needing more of him. He moved his mouth to clasp on the other nipple, feeling it stiffen in his mouth.

Using his teeth, but lightly, he grazed the sensitive flesh causing gasps to escape her luscious lips. He trailed his down until he felt the waistband of her panties and circled his fingers on top of her slit. She writhed beneath his touch as he traced the outline of her lips though the thin cloth.

Cassie bucker her hips as he found her engorged clit and pressed on her panties to massage it. She moaned as he teased her through her underwear, all the while his cock agonizingly twitched to be in her.

He switched his attention to her other breast as he lifted the hem of her panties to trace her lips without a barrier. He plunged a finger in her sopping wet hole and released a groan. He slid another in and loved the way her walls accepted him but she was still tight. He pushed further until he was knuckle deep.

Sean found her spot and continued rubbing it while he moved his mouth down to swallow her clit. He removed his fingers to slowly slide her panties down, making her beg, making her want it.

"Sean," she pleaded.

"I hear you, baby," he smiled.

Returning his fingers where they rightfully belong, he continued massaging her cunt and he flicked her clit with his tongue. She shuddered under his mouth; the waves of ecstasy were nearly there. God she was so close.

"Come for me, love," he whispered in between licks.

With those words, she let loose, coming with everything she had. "Mm, Sean..."

Cassie sat up after the final waves stopped. She propped herself on her elbows and reached for Sean's cock. She yanked his boxers down and gasped. It never ceased to amaze her how large this man was. She felt truly blessed that this wonderful man was all hers. And she couldn't wait to have him inside her.

She sat up on her knees and pulled his hips towards her mouth. She opened her mouth and took his head in and proceeded to take at least half of him in her willing mouth. She sucked in her cheeks as she went further down, lightly using her teeth and heard Sean groan. Still going down she almost reached the base of his shaft before she had to come up for air.

Cassie took him in her mouth again and fondled his sack with one hand as she used her other to slide up and down the base where her mouth could not reach. Sean moved his hips, essentially fucking her mouth. He grabbed the back of her head to hold her in place to stop himself from coming.

"Did I do something wrong?" Cassie asked after he pulled out of her mouth with a noticeable "pop".

Sean shook his head. "No baby, it's-" he paused for a minute as the sensation finally deceased. "It's been a while."

Cassie nodded, understanding.

"Hopefully I can hold off because I want tonight to be perfect." He smile as he took her in his arms and brought her down on the bed with him

Sean pulled off his shirt and hugged Cassie to him, relinquishing in his desire to lay with her forever. He pulled her lips to his, taking her bottom lip between his teeth and tugging and rolling it. After toying with her lips Sean placed his tongue where he nipped and bit, soothing the burning sensation.

Cassie moaned and pushed her hips into his.

Sean grabbed her hips to settle her. "Hold on, love."

Relenting, Cassie pressed her hips into the bed, letting him work his magic. Sean pulled on her chin to open her mouth and slide his tongue in. God it felt so right. Like their mouths were made for one another, a perfect fit.

He invaded her mouth, claiming at his own. "You're mine, Cassie," he breathed in between gasps.

He moved his hands down to her breasts. "These are mine, no one else's," moving lower still to her flat tummy, he spread his hand over it, his fingers spanning the circumference. "My child, who will have my name, will be in your womb."

Cassie gasped at the finality of his words. They were going to get married, have children, and grow old together. She was his.

She didn't realize that his fingers grazed the hem of her panties and he continued further until he fingered her blond curls. "And this," he slipped on finger inside her warmth, "will always be mine," he growled in her ear.

Sean flipped her over until her backside was against his front. He lifted her right leg and slowly inserted his length from behind. Cassie sighed as Sean filled her as far as he could go in this position. She squirmed as Sean felt her tight walls pull him, trying to go deeper.

"I want to hear you say you're mine. Say 'I'm yours', baby," he commanded.

Cassie whimpered as she felt him slowly move, thrusting deep. "I-uh," she moaned as he thrust hard, still holding her leg with his arm. "I'm yours."

With that, Sean picked up his pace, digging faster, pushing deeper until he felt her walls clutch at him. Cassie gripped the sheets in front of her, knotting them in her hands.

He stopped. Cassie pressed her rear end into him; damn she was so close. "Why did you stop, Sean?"

Christ he loved the way she said his name. "I don't want you to finish without me, love."

Sean turned over, taking her with him. He turned her around so she was straddling him. This time he was able to fill her completely and heard her gasp as he practically touched her womb.

He gripped her hips and moved her at a dreadfully slow pace. Cassie bit her lip as she rode him, using her thighs to grind her back and forth. She used his chest as leverage to hold her body up. Sean groaned when she bent over and kissed him, teasing him with her tongue.

Cassie went faster, this time using her legs to bounce on him, keeping her hands on his chest, she dug her nails into his flesh causing him to hiss. The backs of her thighs kept hitting her heels.

Sean grabbed her hips and pumped her faster. Fuck taking it slow; this was their love-making, hard and fast. Not slow and soft but not rough either. He didn't like hitting and choking and all that shit. Neither did she. The most he ever did was spank her ass and maybe pull her head back.

Cassie shuddered as her orgasm crept closer. She rolled her head back moaning and cursing.

"Fuck," she yelled, "me!"

He didn't need any more motivation as he got up and flipped her over onto her stomach. Sean pulled her hips up so her ass was in the air and her face in the bed. He entered from behind; his hips met her ass, hard. He ground into her then reached forward to grab her blonde ponytail and pull her head up.

Cassie lifted her shoulders, supporting herself on her hands. Sean pulled harder, causing her to arch her back making her ass go higher. Sean thrust faster and harder, at some points pulling almost all the way out, leaving his head in, and then shoving his cock back in, making Cassie moan.

"Sean, go-go-" she bit her lip as his dick grazed her upper wall. "Faster! Fuck me!"

And fuck he did. No, is was their version of making love.

He felt her shiver, felt her muscles bunch beneath his fingers. She cried out, no longer able to hold it off, and he felt her walls clutch, felt her body stiffen with her release. He soon came, groaning as he gripped her hips so tightly, afraid that if he were to let her go, he'd or she would away. He looked down at her left hand and noticed the ring. His heart beat faster and he grinned, so happy that he owned this woman.

They both fell, he on top of her, still inside. His voice was muffled by her hair. "I love you baby, so much."

Cassie crawled out from underneath him, her body wet with salty moisture. "I love you, too." After she caught her breath and he crawled up next to her, she whispered, "You know, I'd like for once for you to come in my mouth after sex."

That got him stirring again. He growled, "God, you're so sexy. Give me a minute and I'll be good."

Cassie sat up, pulling the sheets around her as a thought occurred to her, a very important thought for their future. "You've never met my parents!"

Sean laughed. "And you've never met mine. Well, they're still in Ireland..."

Cassie smiled down at him. A trip with him would be lovely. "I would love to go. In fact," she started as she moved the sheets off her naked body to lie on top of him, "I think we should get married there."

Sean grumbled. There were reasons he left and came to America. But he relented.

"Anything for you, my love. Anything."

He smiled as he brought her lips to his, molding their match-made-in-Heaven lips together.



Her Irish Neighbor Ch. 03



Dear Readers,

This is the last installment of Her Irish Neighbor series. If you would like me to continue with their children I would be happy to do so. I'm also going to be posting some excerpts from novels I have started and new stories. Thank you for following along. I have relished immensely falling in love with these characters and shaping their future. I apologize for the long wait, so here it is, enjoy!

Yours truly,

Envy

The wedding hadn't gone as planned.

No, the caterer ran late, causing the reception to be delayed, there was a spot on Cassie's veil, and her parents were not able to make it due to her father having a heart attack.

Luckily her brother had shown up, saving Sean's father from doing the honor of walking her down the flower laden and fairy lit aisle.

But Cassie refused to cry, even after she stepped on her Cathedral veil, ripping the seam at her crown, almost tearing her tiara off her perfectly done plait.

Worrying her pink glossed lips, Cassie thought if her father was okay. She had learned of his heart attack two days before the wedding and she cried. Sean tried everything he could to console her but there was simply nothing to be done.

Every girl and woman wants their father to walk them down the aisle, to give them away to their future, to change their name.

Sean came up with the idea to have a separate ceremony in the states, being that they were in Ireland, so her family could see.

Cassie poked her head around the two perfectly placed trees and saw that her side of the ceremony was nearly empty; the weathered benches, made to look old, had only two filled while Sean's was nearly full. Only a few family members were able to make it, including her brother, and a select handful of friends, not counting her bridesmaids.

Taking a deep breath, Cassie asked Leah, her maid of honor, "How do I look?"

With tears in her eyes, Leah nodded, her short bob bouncing, while blubbering, "You look beautiful!"

Leah and Cassie had been neighbors and best friends ever since they were born, literally. Their parents used to joke of how Leah would pull on Cassie's hair when she was a baby while Cassie would throw her pacifier or bottle at Leah's head. And they were never separated since.

Her other best friends, Miley and Tara, were there also, posing as her bridesmaids. She had met them while in college; her and Tara graduated at the same time while Miley was still in school. Miley had recently broken up with her fiancé, and the man she'd been sleeping with for the past couple of weeks, who fawned over her every day, made the trip with her, not wanting to be away from her.

Cassie took a deep breath and put a smile on her well done made up face and hooked her arm through her brother's.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Sean stood near the white arch that had hanging lilies and small white flowers he couldn't name.

He'd been holding his breath ever since the night before, not caring about his party or the way his friends checked out the bridesmaids as they walked down the aisle. No, all he could focus on was the entrance and how he couldn't wait to see his future wife.

He closed his eyes for a moment until the cue for the bride to walk down the aisle started playing from the live orchestra set far enough back to where they wouldn't overpower the ceremony.

Sean's eyes opened and his breath halted while his heart beat uncontrollably.

She was beautiful, gorgeous, striking in her simple white dress with a lace overlay. Her sash around her waist matched the colors she had chosen: pale pink and ivory.

Words can't describe how she looked to Sean.

Their eyes were only on each other as John escorted her.

Sean couldn't wait to get his hands on her.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~

It felt like hours to Sean as the priest went on and on. He wasn't even paying attention to what Father George was saying. All he saw and felt was Cassie. Her sweet perfume was carried on the light breeze in the Irish Spring. He wanted so desperately to get closer to her, to feel her warm, trembling body near his.

Immediately his trouser pants became tight.

He didn't care if anyone saw the obvious bulge in his pants. Hell, it's been almost a week since they last made love, purposely waiting to make tonight special, their wedding night. Fuck the admonishing glares and the nasty coughs.

He only shrugged as his eyes were glued to Cassie's.

Her bottom lip was quivering and she bit it at least a hundred times, only turning him on even more. It took every ounce of his energy to not grab and take her right here, right now.

After the passing and receiving of the rings and the lighting of the matrimonial candles, it was finally time to kiss her.

He couldn't wait to taste those buttery soft, supple lips.

"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride," Father George recited and smiled, like he'd done a thousand other times.

Sean grabbed Cassie's arm roughly, maybe a little too rough considering the surprised gasp she gave, and kissed her, tongue and all.

She moaned into his mouth, just as greedy and ready as ever.

"I love you, Cassie McCauley," he whispered after they spent enough time devouring one another.

"I love you," she whispered back.

After that, they took their first steps as husband and wife.

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At the reception they danced and drank.

It was a party to the newlyweds.

Their hungry eyes constantly undressed one another, and they never strayed too far apart, keeping in close contact.

When it came time for their first dance, Sean kept Cassie close, letting her feel him through his tuxedo, wanting her to know just how much he loves her and needs her.

"Baby, I don't think I can wait any longer," he pleaded in her ear, making sure the guests couldn't hear his attempts of speeding the night up.

Cassie tilted her head back and smiled letting the song she figured would be right for their first dance, "Cross my heart," by George Strait, fill her mind.

Sean wasn't a country fan, preferring his old rock and hard rock, but he loved the way Cassie's eyes had lit up when she heard this song on the compilation cd made for wedding music. And so he agreed.

His fingers twisted in the sheer material that housed her luscious curves. He really could not wait.

And so, once their song was over and the clapping was done, he whisked her off the dance platform and onto the green grass. The sun was just setting, giving them the perfect chance to be hidden beneath the cover of the dim lights and low trees.

Pushing her up against a large tree away from the chatter and spectators, Sean kissed his new bride with all the energy he could muster.

"Sean, we should wait!" Cassie squealed as Sean's fingers teased the halter of her dress.

"Baby please? We've got every night for the rest of our lives to take it slow. It's our wedding for Christ's sake," Sean leaned in to nibble on her neck, right below ear where he knew she loved to be touched.

Cassie moaned, rolling her head back on the bark of the tree. She was at a crossroads. On one hand, she wanted to, and on the other, risk being caught. She shrugged and nodded.

Sean groaned and used a hand to bunch her dress up enough to where his fingers skimmed her panty line. Cassie shuddered, just as anxious to come as he was. Sean dipped his fingers beneath the sheer fabric of her thong, feeling how ready she was for him. With his mouth still on her neck, Sean inserted two fingers, letting them sink in fully, loving how tight she was after almost a week of not touching one another.

"Oh, baby," Sean whispered as he trailed his mouth down her neck over her dress. He needed to taste her.

Dropping to his knees, Sean's head disappeared under skirt. He used his tongue to flick over her clit that was just as engorged as his cock. Cassie's hands gripped the tree behind her as his tongue started a rhythm that had her panting and cheeks reddening.

"Hey! I found them!" That was one of Sean's friends, Aden.

Cassie's head jerked towards him just as Sean's fingers entered her once more. "Sean!" She fiercely whispered which he took as encouragement.

"Looks like they're ready for the garter toss!" Aden yelled, of course, he knew better.

She tapped Sean on the shoulder discreetly as all of their guests gathered around.

"Fuck," Sean grumbled as they cheered him on.

He knew she was so close and started flicking his tongue faster while his fingers thrust harder. Cassie bucked under his touch and bit her lip to keep from crying out. She cleared her throat as her orgasm took her hard and tried to put herself to rights before Sean reappeared with her pale pink garter.

Sean looked at his, literally, blushing bride and winked. To the guests, it looked like he was trying to retrieve his beloved's undergarment, having a bit of trouble getting it down her thigh and over her knee and careful not to rip it on the heel of her high heels.

The guests clapped and hurrahed and whistled

Sean gathered all the single men and tossed the garter over his shoulder.

And who so happened to catch it? Miley's date, Jace who had been all over her during the entire reception.

Cassie was happy for her. She deserved someone who will treat her like a princess, just like Sean does to her.

All of the younger guests winked at Cassie as she made her way back to the dance floor. They knew what she was doing.

~~~~~~~~~~~

Sean couldn't stand it anymore.

He took Cassie by the hand as they said their goodbyes, leaving in a limousine littered with cans and cups. They had at least another week before their honeymoon because they still had another reception in America but tonight was their official wedding night.

They were driven to Sean's father's summer cottage out on the bay. That's where they'll spend the next few days before they flew home.

After carrying her over the threshold into the wooden interior of the small cabin, Sean placed her on her feet and kissed her with everything he had.

He took off his tux jacket, his waistcoat, and his designer shoes before helping Cassie out of her beautiful wedding gown.

Their lips clashed, vying for passion and satisfaction.

Underneath her gown, Cassie was wearing a black corset and a matching thong. How that didn't peek through her dress, Sean will never know, but he never could have guessed. Her stockings were being held up by a garter belt and her heels gave her that look of a mistress, ready to be punished.

Sean pushed her back, not giving a fuck about the bed, onto the large dining table.

He tore her panties off and unzipped his trouser pants where his aching erection had been housed all night. He entered her, letting out a low groan as he sank into her warm, tight wetness.

Cassie moaned, having missed him being inside of her for so long. Well, only a week but it felt longer to them.

Sean pulled her corset down to where her breasts peaked over the hem of the lace and he greedily took one nipple in his mouth while his hand tortured the other.

His hips pumped slowly, keeping Cassie's orgasms at bay. He dug and dug, thrusting softly until he paused, stilling himself so he wouldn't come.

He hadn't jacked off in a week either.

Sean picked up Cassie who then wrapped her arms around his shoulders. Still standing, Sean sped up, thrusting harder.

"Oh, God, Sean!" Cassie cried, panting and moaning.

The pleasure built up in her stomach and she curled her toes, nearly getting a cramp in her left foot from tensing too much. Sean pounded his hips against hers, bouncing her on his thighs as he leaned back for more leverage.

"Fuck, Cassie. Never again will we wait," Sean threatened through his clenched jaw.

Cassie nodded while her moans were met with each bound of her bottom against Sean. She released her tight hold on Sean and reached for the top of the door frame, using her grip strength to help meet Sean's thrust, giving him the perfect opportunity to nibble and bite at her neck, using his tongue to lick a heated trail down between her breasts up to her ear.

Cassie opened her mouth up wide and let out a cry of pleasure as she came so hard her body shook violently.

Sean gripped her hips tightly, knowing that will leave a bruise tomorrow but he didn't care. He roughly slammed her down until his cock jerked inside her, filling her with his seed that will one day create his children.

He fell back against the wall, taking her with him, still inside her.

They both panted, sweaty as hell, and still joined at the hip.

"I'm sorry, my love, I wish it was more special," Sean apologized, still breathless.

Cassie shook her head. "It's okay. But that was the best we've ever had," she smiled before rubbing her nose against his.

"So far," he whispered as he kissed her, more gently this time.

He felt his dick get ready for round two.

"Again?" Cassie asked as she felt him thicken inside her.

Sean nodded. "Let's head to the bedroom, shall we?"

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The ceremony/ reception in America went a little smoother than the one in Ireland.

Everything that was planned to happen did happen; no surprises came up.

Cassie got to dance with her father and some other members of her family while Sean danced with her mother.

After the reception, Sean and Cassie headed to the airport, flying out to the port where their luxurious cruise was to depart from in Florida. They were headed to the Bahamas and Jamaica.

Sean had planned all of this behind her back, booking shore excursions, spa appointments, and dinner reservations. He loved spoiling her. He didn't tell her where, or on what, they were going until it came time to board the ship, both exciting and scaring Cassie.

Sean would never cease to amaze her.

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Cassie became seasick after the first day at sea aboard the huge cruise liner. It was beautiful though; the water was as blue as Sean's green-blue eyes.

Every night they spent wrapped up in each other, making love all day and moseying around the ship, watching the shows, swimming, sunbathing, shopping, the works.

On the fourth night, though, Cassie was feeling irritated, most likely from not taking her birth control causing her hormones to run wild.

And Sean was not helping out any. He wanted to everything while Cassie just wanted to sleep. They had been walking around all day in some foreign name port she forgot in Jamaica and her feet were aching and she was exhausted.

"Come on, baby, let's go see a show," Sean begged.

"Sean, no. I'm really tired today. I'm not feeling well."

Not wanting this marriage to start off tumultuous, Sean backed off. "Okay, fine." He raised his hands up and left the room.

Cassie looked out over the balcony and listened to the ocean breaking beneath the ship. She lay down and took out her Kindle to read a book.

She must have fallen asleep because the next thing she knows is Sean stumbling through the cabin door, drunk. Seriously?

"Sean, what the hell?" She gestured towards his drunken state.

He only laughed. "Well, I had a little fun of my own, went to the casino, won a few hundred bucks, and drank. I even had a few ladies hit on me but I flashed them my wedding ring and they backed off." He brought up his left hand with the steel band that had "Cassie" etched on the inside and he had a goofy grin on.

Cassie just rolled her eyes. "Just go to sleep."

"Just go to sleep," Sean mocked her and fell on the bed, shoes and all.

Now all riled up, she put on some shorts and a top to get something to eat. She really didn't want to be around him right now.

Cassie went onto the top deck and noticed some drunken guys rough housing and messing around. She shook her head and went to the twenty-four hour buffet.

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With her mind cleared and stomach full, Cassie went to return to the room when the drunken guys from earlier stopped her. She had forgotten to put on a bra and the harsh winds from the ship and ocean made her nipples come to attention.

"Hey, pretty lady," one guy slurred. "Where ya off to?"

He made to grab her arm but she pulled away.

Not saying anything she side stepped them and didn't look back.

An arm snaked around her waist pulling her back. She tried to scream but it was caught by the intruder's mouth.

"Get your hands off her!" That was Sean. He was sober.

And pissed.

The man kissing Cassie was abruptly yanked back and she was pushed to the ground, angering Sean even more.

"Dude, chill!" One of the guys tried to placate Sean but he was seeing red.

"That's my fucking wife, and I'll kill you if I see you around her again." His threat was low and deadly.

Cassie didn't know he could be like this but it sort of turned her on.

Sean gave the man who'd kissed Cassie one last time before he grabbed Cassie and headed back for their room.

"What the fuck was that about?" Sean accused Cassie as soon as they made it back.

She looked hurt. "That wasn't my fault! They came after me."

"Don't ever leave again like that," Sean pleaded. It reminded him too much of his ex.

Cassie was stunned. That's what he's pissed about? "Sean, I'm sorry but-,"

She was cut off by Sean grabbing her face and mashing their lips together.

He snatched her top off and jerked her shorts down, crudely inserting two fingers into her, where she was soaking wet, turned on from earlier.

"You liked that didn't you?" Sean asked against her lips.

She only whimpered, loving the callousness of his kiss and touch.

Sean was rock hard under his dark jeans. So he pulled his cock out after removing his fingers and thrust into Cassie so hard, it forced her back against the wall by the door. He bit her lip, tugging the soft skin into his mouth, and held her hands above her head, roughly pumping into her, loving the way she cried against his mouth with each hard thrust.

Sean pulled out and turned her around, forcing her front against the wall. He grabbed her ass and entered her from behind, using a hand to push on her back so she was bent forward, allowing him to graze her upper wall, making Cassie's moans become muffled by the wall.

"Scream for me, baby," Sean growled.

Cassie shook her head, not wanting to scream and disturb the other cabins.

Sean, still inside her, brought Cassie over to their balcony, forcing her to grasp as he slammed into her from behind.

"Come on, scream for me," he was still a little drunk but he knew what he was doing.

The sounds of his thighs slapping her ass as he continually thrust into her, each one going deeper and harder. He brought an arm around and took one of her breasts into his palm, kneading the soft skin with such roughness Cassie yelped.

"Louder."

Cassie bit her lip, gripping the railing so tight her knuckles turned white. "Sean," she moaned.

Sean leaned forward, pressing his chest into her back, the fabric of his tee sending chills down her spine. Her abdomen clenched with the warm tingles of an oncoming orgasm. Growing brave, Cassie used her hands to push her ass against Sean, meeting each thrust with her own.

"That's it," Sean groaned, pulling back, almost all the way out, and then slamming hard causing Cassie to lose her footing and almost fall.

Sean caught her, drawing her up, using his fingers to bite into her seared flesh.

Cassie was panting and as her orgasm reared its head around the corner, Cassie bucked and her walls contracted so hard, Sean bit back a curse. "Sean!" She screamed. God he loved the way she said his name during sex.

"Fuck, baby," he whispered after she let go.

Cassie pushed him back with her ass and dropped to her knees to take him in her mouth.

Using her teeth to graze along his sensitive flesh, she bobbed her head down until he almost reached the back of her throat before she gagged. She used one hand to stroke his base while the other fondled his balls.




Her Irish Neighbor Ch. 03



Sean gripped her hair, leaning back, thrusting in her mouth. He was so close.

Cassie tightened her bite, hearing his sharp intake of breath.

Her method came faster and harder, taking him as she deep as she could go while her hand stroked what her mouth couldn't reach. She felt him stiffen, felt his cock jerk as he came, spurting in her mouth. She tried to catch every drop but some drizzled out of the side of her mouth onto her naked chest.

Sean pulled her up and they crossed over to their bed and cuddled there, kissing one another every so often before finally drifting off to sleep.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

Ten years later.

"Mom!" Little eight-year old Sean called. "Tell Sophia to stop hitting me!"

Sean Robert McCauley, the III, was watching his baby sister, three-year old Sophia True McCauley. Sophia was playfully punching Little Sean while he was trying to watch T.V.

Cassie was too busy trying to keep their father off of her in the large kitchen. "Come on," he whispered. "Let's make another one."

Cassie wriggled out of Sean's grasp. "We have our hands full enough as it is!"

Sean pulled her by the waist to where he was already growing an erection. "So? We can still have fun," he whispered against her ear.

Cassie turned her head and looked at Sean. He was growing older, nearing fifty but he didn't look or act likes it. He was constantly trying to have sex with Cassie even though she wasn't in the mood as much as she used to be.

After having two kids and her body wrecked, it was a miracle that Sean couldn't keep his hands off of her. Her hips were fuller, bearing the marks of having two babies housed there for a total of eighteen months.

Whereas Sean was still in tip-top shape, no grays in his hair, unlike Cassie's few silvery strands, and his eyes still held that fire from when they first started dating.

He brought up a hand to her breasts that were not as firm thanks to breastfeeding, and rubbed her through her blouse. Sean was off for the day, owning two pubs, his original and a twin he bought in Ireland. It brought in the money.

They were still in America, not wanting to uproot the children or raise them in a foreign country.

He kissed her ear and neck while slowly inching his other hand down her jeans, feeling the little pudge she could never lose until he reached her curls and felt her slickness. He slipped a finger inside, then another, using his thumb to rub her clit.

Cassie captured his lips with hers, craning her neck while he fucked her with his fingers.

Sean unzipped her pants and pulled them down along with her panties. He cupped her ass to bend her over so he could enter her from behind. They were at the end of their counters and Cassie's chest was pressed against the cold granite.

He sank into her, knowing she wasn't as tight as she used to be from birthing, and groaned, still loving the feel of her around his cock.

To Cassie, Sean had gotten bigger with age. She swears he takes supplements but he claims he doesn't; it's just an old family secret gene.

He gripped her hips feeling her soft skin give beneath his fingers. He pumped slowly so as not to disturb the kids.

Cassie stretched her arms until she caught the edge of the counter, holding on for dear life.

Her belly tingled and her toes curled with the beckoning of pleasure. Sean picked up the speed, still keeping quiet as he pounded into Cassie, pushing her farther up on the countertop.

She moaned quietly and sighed. Sean pulled her off the counter and into the off-set laundry room where they could be loud thanks to the dryer and washing machine running.

Sean thrust harder, grunting and groaning as he watched Cassie bounce on him, seeing her back move up and down.

"Sean," she moaned, biting her lip.

"Come for me," he hedged on.

Cassie clenched and stiffened feeling the white heat of satisfaction drip from her stomach until it reached her head and toes. She felt sated, happy, content.

Sean continued until his thrusts slowed and he bucked, pulling her all the way down so he could touch her womb with his seed.

They didn't need any more kids but if it happened, it happened.

They stood there joined recovering from the love making session that they somehow squeezed in between breakfast and bath time.

"I love you," Sean whispered into her ear.

She smiled and grabbed him, placing a wet kiss on his lips. "I love you, too."

After they dressed, Cassie went back to the kitchen to finish preparing dinner.

She watched Sean walk into the living room where two mini rust colored hair heads sat, engrossed by the television.

Sean sat in the middle of them, taking Sophia and kissing her hair while ruffling Little Sean's hair.

Cassie still held her smile while a tear threatened to fall.

How did she get so lucky to have an amazing husband and father to her children?

Sean looked back and grinned, winking.

Cassie shook her head and blew a kiss.

Lucky couldn't even begin to describe their lives right now.

End.



Her Irish Neighbor



Grinning, he slipped a finger into her tight hole, feeling her walls accept him and he stuck another in. It was a tight fit but her virginal walls relented. He pumped back and forth, slightly so as not to hurt her and loosen her up, and placed a hand on her belly just above her mound. His groin ached to replace his fingers and he hoped to God he could hold off. The pumping became faster, deeper, and longer. Cassie was panting, grinding her hips to his fingers and suddenly, she felt something rough and warm. She glanced down to see Sean's head between her legs, teasing her with his tongue.

"First, let's move these damn things." Sean gently pulled her panties down, trailing his fingers on her thighs, and throwing the panties to the far side of the room. "Better?" He asked as he stuck his tongue into her tight cunt.

"Oh, mmm, yes," Cassie moaned with pleasure.

"Tell me, has anyone ever touched you here?" He motioned with his tongue to her clit and she bucked beneath him.

"No, ah, you're the-the first." She knotted her fingers in his hair, pushing and keeping him where his tongue was.

Cassie felt his fingers enter her again and her body shuddered as they pumped faster and harder while his tongue flicked her clit. The sensation of coming was so close and she arched her back while her hands found her tits, playing with them while Sean's tongue expertly moved inside her. She cried out as the first waves of orgasm hit and felt relaxed. She could fell Sean's fingers still inside her while her body hummed its satisfaction, pulsing around his thick fingers.

"That was... That was wonderful," she said once she could breathe.

She looked down at Sean and saw him licking her juices from his fingers. "The best is yet to come," he kissed his way up to her mouth, letting her taste herself.

"Can I do the same for you?" Cassie asked.

"I'd love for you to," Sean started undoing his jeans and tossed them with his boxers to where her panties lay; his erection protruding out perfectly.

Cassie had seen dicks before but never one this lovely; so thick and above average with veins and a drop of pre-cum slipping out of the head. She reached for it, her nimble fingers grasping the smooth, hot skin. She sat up on her hands, and licked the tip while Sean sucked in a breath. She took the whole top in her mouth, circling her tongue around his shaft as she dropped her head as far as it would go. She gagged a little bit but only once for Sean pulled himself out of her hot mouth with a groan.

"I won't be able to last long if you keep doing that, love."

Sean lay Cassie back down, hovering over her before he reached for a condom. Cassie slapped it out of his hand, wanting to actually feel it without that thing in the way. Plus, she was on birth control for other reasons. She reached up and pulled him back to her while his shaft waited at her entrance and she could feel how much he wanted her. Their lips touched and he slowly leaned forward.

"Sure about this?" Sean asked and was answered with the raising of Cassie's hips to meet his.

He groaned, impatient to feel her around him, feel her walls sucking him in deep as he took her virginity. God, if only he could control himself. Pressing her back down, Sean poised at her lips, slowly pushing into her, and boy was she ready. Her lips trembled as he went further and deeper; all the while he kept feeling her get tighter and tighter. She thrust her hips up, forcing a cry from her lips.

"Hold on, baby," he soothed. "Just a little bit longer and no need to rush it."

She nodded, whimpering. Clearly she had no idea what she was getting into.

Sean felt the tip of his head halt, stuck as he was almost all the way in. Using his thumb, he massaged her clit to make the look of agony go away from her face. She relaxed but her brows were still together.

"Ready?" He asked.

"Y-yes. Just do it already, please," she pleaded.

"Yes ma'am," he replied and pumped his hips forward, releasing a sharp gasp of pain from Cassie. "You okay, princess?"

"Getting there," she blew out the breath she had apparently been holding.

Once her body began to relax around him, he leaned forward and kissed Cassie so passionately, it made his heart hurt. He could get used to kissing her like this. She started to move her hips again, assuring him that she was okay. Still kissing her, Sean moved ever so slightly in and out to let her get used to the rhythm and feeling.

Cassie squirmed beneath him, her head spinning with lust, passion, and pleasure. Sure, it was painful, at first, then the pleasure took over and her body needed more. She met his strokes with her own body, hoping he would get the drift and plunge faster, harder, and deeper.

"Sean..." She cried.

After groaning from pulling almost all the way out and thrust back in. "What baby?"

She gasped, feeling his head hit that one spot that she could never reach. "I want... I need-"

Sean leaned in close to her ear, his breath hot as he asked, "You need what, love?"

"I need..." She drew in a breath as he halted for a minute to her plea. "You to fuck me."

With that, Sean picked up his pace, burying himself to the hilt before retreating back out, grazing along her upper wall, hitting her spot. He didn't need any more encouragement while she kept moaning. She cried out each time he drove back in, her body tensing beneath the intense feeling. Sean only pumped faster, losing himself in the way her walls clutched at him.

"Sean!" Cassie cried his name. But it was a sound of release as she came all around him.

Sean continued thrusting as his own need bubbled over and he spilled his seed into her. Never before had he come so hard, that his body shook violently with the after effects.

"Oh God," he fell onto Cassie, burying his head in her golden hair, smelling the lavender that wafted off it. Gasping, he began to unwind.

Cassie kissed his neck, and then moved to his ear, murmuring sweet nothings and reassurances. "I love you," she let it slip. Her breath stopped, waiting for his reaction.

He stilled, taking in her revelation. He leaned up on his elbows, staring intently into her eyes. "How can you love someone like me? Someone who almost raped you?"

Cassie had hoped he would have forgotten about it and never bring it up. She was wrong. "People make mistakes, Sean. And I have forgiven you for that incident. Ever since I first met you, I- I-" She stopped talking as Sean cut her off with his mouth.

"I know love, me too." He whispered into her mouth.

He could get used to making love to a woman who didn't see him for his vices.

Sean pulled Cassie to lie on her side while he held her protectively. He kissed her hair, ran his fingers over ribs, along her soft skin that was warm from love-making. Soon, he felt her breathing become slow and deep, rhythmic with his own breathing. Then he fell asleep still holding her.

The sun hit Cassie's face and she stretched, feeling all too warm. A hand lay across her belly while a thick leg was intertwined with her own. She rolled over to face Sean and his sleeping form. He looked so peaceful, snoring slightly and breathing slowly. She didn't want to wake him but it was too late as one blue-green eye opened and peered at her.

"Good mornternoon, beautiful," he smiled as he pulled the sheet over their hips.

He placed a soft kiss on her lips and desire stirred inside her again, the tension clenching and warmth passing to her thighs. "Good mornternoon, sleepy head."

Pulling her to him, Sean felt his dick stir again, aside from morning wood. He kissed her as he pulled her on top of him, moving the sheets to place her on his erect member. She slid easily, albeit a little sore, but still effortlessly. Sean started moving Cassie's hips back and forth slowly, grinding her, building that tension and she was on the verge of coming.

Her sleepiness had worn off when she started moving faster and Sean met her thrusts, holding her hips in place. Sean groaned and grunted as his thighs hit her ass. She cried out as her release crashed over and she pumped up and down on Sean before he found his own release.

She fell on his chest, kissing him full on the mouth. "I love you," she whispered.

Making a sound of approval, he whispered back, "I love you, too."

Oh yes, he could definitely get used to this.