Page 10 of Naughty Irish Fate
Chapter Three
Rooker
Watching her go, I almost go after her.
Not sure I have ever wanted to chase a woman. But I want to chase this one. I watch her go a few steps. Even take a few steps after her before I think better of it.
Even with her halfway gone I can still feel her.
Her soft warmth against me, her thighs tight at my hips, her pussy wet and soft beneath my touch.Fuck.I knew better than to push it so far. Should never have taken a walk with her. Not sure what I thought might come from it.
Not the first time I took a woman home in some random port town. I don’t make a habit of it the way my crew does though. My mother taught me better. Still a man has needs.
Needs that sometimes take charge after spending weeks on a boat with a bunch of fugly fishing fucks. Sometimes that need controls all my choices and I end up in bed with whoever is willing. But not before I make it clear them being willing is the only reason we end up where we do.
Plenty of women in port towns know the score. Some men keep their families there, sure. But some men barely touch land for more than a few days at a time. I’m one of the latter. Like Pinocchio, I got no strings on me. Unlike that fuck it don’t take lies to get my wood taken care of.
My dick don’t need them to get thick and long, thank you very much.
Tonight, it took just one thing.
Just one look at that sexy bartender pulling beers and shouting at her regulars and I was growing like someone who had told a whopper. I kept my eyes on her all night as my mates hassled her waitress. I only had eyes for the bartender.
Once she tossed that coin and bested that fool I knew I was hooked.
Watching her laugh and snatch that coin up then rub it on her tit made my dick thick. Not sure what it was about her. All night she sang to the same ten songs that played on that stupid jukebox and laughed with her patrons.
Teased her waitress pal about keeping an eye on our table.
When those eyes met mine, though, it was like I had no choice. I was up at that bar asking for her name and a drink with her. There was no way I was walking out of that bar without that beautiful woman’s name.
“Bronwyn.”Still I can hear the way she said it, see the way her sexy full mouth formed that lovely name.
Something about her soft voice and the way she looked up at me with her bright blue eyes made me want to touch her. I mean, lots about her made me want to touch her. Her full tits that looked round and perfect beneath her tight little sweater. Her thick thighs in her sexy booted heels. Fuck, the woman is gorgeous.
Creamy fair skin with freckles across her cheeks and a mess of short ginger hair suited her name perfectly. Towering in those heels, she was almost eye level as I leaned over the bar to flirt with her.
But once she said her name and looked up at me with those eyes, fuck. I almost reached out and wrapped my hand around her slender neck and drew her in so I could kiss that perfect fucking mouth.
Been a long time since I wanted someone as bad as I wanted her tonight. Not sure I ever felt this, actually. Instead of fucking it up, I asked her to drink with me. Tell me about her coin.
It was then I knew this was different. Tonight, this girl, this thing. It was so fucking different. Because she told me about this grand romantic tale about this coin from her grandfather. And what did I want to do?
I wanted to make some grand romantic gesture for her.
Wanted to take the sadness out of her eyes and make her laugh with me. Almost as badly as I wanted to pin her beneath me and make her beg to let her come.
Needing to touch her, I drew her to the battered dance floor and spun us around it. Pressed her close and held her tight for as long as she would let me. It was not nearly long enough for me when that bullshit jukebox ruined the moment.
“I call bullshit!”Wyn was shocked when I called that second flip too. Seems my beautiful baby’s been used to getting her way with that coin of hers. Too bad fate was on my side tonight.
Walking with her to the pier, I must have asked a dozen questions. Shit I never ask because I know I don’t care about the answer. Tonight, with her, I did. And I even let her ask me some questions.
“Long time. Since I was fifteen. During the summers at first. It just calls to me. Not sure if it’s because I have a gypsy soul or what.” I laughed at my bullshit excuse for life on the sea.
Really, I was no good at real life. I dropped out of school when I could no longer fake that I gave a shit. It was the first time I let my Ma down.
“Disappointed in your choice, yeah. Inyou, Rooker Leary? Never. You are your father’s son, though.”It was said with a smile that didn’t reach her kind eyes.
