Shamrock Kisses (Kissing Junction, TX 7)

“Not tonight.” Fuck, if she wasn’t drunk I would take her in the back and show her just how much I want her. When I reach out to her and she places her hand in mine, I feel this crazy energy flow through me. Then the lights in the bar flicker and eventually go out. There is some yelling, but it is mostly cat calls and laughter I hear.

“Shit. Stay right here Suzy. I’ll go sort this out.”

“Sure. Ok, I’ll be here.”

I give her hand a squeeze and take off towards the back of the bar. Using the flashlight on my phone, I reach the breaker box pretty quickly. After flipping the blown breaker, the lights come back on. I hear some cheers. Closing the box, I head back out to Suzy.

As I approach, I have to stop dead in my tracks. The new doctor in town, Cole Howell, is leaned in close talking to her. Her palm brushes his arm while she forces out a laugh at whatever he is saying to her, but she looks uncomfortable. I see red. I’ve gone almost full Hulk.

My Irish temper is also no joke. At least we get it honest. Reaching the table, I pull Suzy from his grasp.

“Ryry you’re back. It took you fooor evver! Can we go now? I wanna get you naked.” She apparently over exaggerates when she drinks. It’s motherfucking adorable.

She giggles and practically flings herself at me. Rubbing her plump little body against mine. There is no way I can hide the fact that I am hard as a fucking hammer. Her eyes go big and her mouth pops open into an O.

“Of course, Anamchara. Sorry it took so long.” I say grimacing.

“Is that for me?” She asks as I grab her hand before she palms my cock.

“Come on Suzy, let’s go.”

“The lady wants to stay.” Cole chimes in. Suzy starts laughing.

“Yeah, I don’t think so.” I say.

“Bye Colt. He’s a douche.” Suzy says, whispering that last part dramatically.

“That’s Cole…” He starts to say.

“Whatever.” I say.

I can’t help but laugh. This guy thinks his shit doesn’t stink, but he is most definitely a douche of the highest caliber.

As we head out, I make a beeline toward the bar.

“Eddie, I’m taking your sister home. Just lock the door at two. I’ll close the till in the morning.” When he pops an eyebrow, I continue. “There is no way she can drive.”

“I can take her after we close.” He says.

“You know, I got this, Eddie.” I say smoothing a hand over my jaw. When he says nothing, Suzy speaks up.

“Stop it Eddie. We’ll be fine.”

He just laughs. “Sounds good, Boss.” He looks at his watch and cups his hands over his mouth before shouting, “Last call.”

We leave the bar and when she stops a few feet behind me, I turn to see her sitting on the ground.

“Jesus, Anamchara. Did you fall?”

She giggles and sighs.

“No Ryry. My feet are fucking killing me, and I can’t figure out how to get my shoes off.”

I take the few steps toward her and kneel in front of her. Taking her ankle in my hand, I flip the clasp open and rub her pretty little foot in my hand. I do this to the other foot as well and help her off the ground.

When we get to her place, I help her into her room. When she immediately starts stripping, I have to turn. I know that if I watch the show, it will be all over.

She laughs at me. “I’m done.” When I turn around she just has on a Nirvana t-shirt and a pair of panties. Jesus, she is trying to kill me.