Shamrock Kisses (Kissing Junction, TX 7)

Once Suzy and I are all that is left, I start counting the till, while Suzy counts her tips. I made even more than last year. That is after I subtracted the tap truck rental and the rental fee on the municipal parking lot. Without that, my customers would have had nowhere to park today. This has been one of my best years. I look up from my deposit ticket when Suzy makes a noise.

“What’s wrong baby?” I ask. I can nothing is wrong, but I am curious what has her so excited.

“I am holding more money that I’ve seen at one time in my hand. In cash. I mean, I know this was a holiday, once a year kind of thing, but damn. I could do this, part time. Plus, I’d get to hang out with you all the time.” She blurts out. Her voice is full of energy.

“Well, how much did you make?” I ask, animatedly. Her excitement is contagious.

“With the one hundred eighty-seven dollars you just gave me from the tip jar, I made eleven hundred dollars. Once I got paid from the hospital, all but two hundred dollars went to my rent and bills. This is pretty cool.” She says, leaning over the bar to kiss me.

“Do you really want to waitress?”

“Yes. It’s an honest living. I was happy doing it tonight on the busiest night. I am sure the quieter nights are fun too, plus I get to hang out with you.” She says, shrugging.

“What about your nursing?”

“I can’t go back to that. I will keep my license up, but I won’t ever work in a hospital again.”

“I understand that baby.”

Looking at her, you would never guess how strong a woman she is. When I look at her, I feel like I can see the future. A future that only she can be in. Only she will do.

“When are you gonna be my wife?” I blurt out. She’s turned me into a blurter. She is so fucking adorable right now, I couldn’t stop myself.

“You want me to set a date right now?” She asks, looking panicked.

“I need you to be mine, now. In every fuck

ing way that counts and few that don’t.”

“Aww. That is so sweet, I think. How long are you giving me?” She says laughing.

“March 21st.”

“That’s four days from now.” She deadpans.

“Can you do everything in that time?” I ask her, laughing.

“Yes. My girls will help me. You take care of your tux or whatever sexy Irishmen get married in and I will take care of the rest. Sound good?”

“I can do that.” I finish up my deposit and get it ready for the night drop box at the bank. I have never been gladder that I hired a cleaning crew for tomorrow, since I am not opening the bar at all. Tired doesn’t even begin to cover what I am feeling right now. Utterly fucking exhausted is more like it.

When we leave, I grab my girl and the bank bag. It’s three am, we have a wedding date, and I have a huge bag of cash. I hit the bank and drop the bag of in the night deposit box. When I get back to the car, Suzy is rubbing her feet.

“Are you hungry, Suzy?” I ask, buckling my seatbelt.

“Oh my God. Yes, Ryry. Feed me.” She quickly looks over at me.

My eyebrow quirks and I can’t help laughing. “Food, Ryder. Feed me food. You can feed me that later.” She gestures to my crotch as she arches her eyebrows and laughs.

Now all I can think about are her perfectly pouty, kiss-swollen, lips wrapped around my thick, hard cock. The image is so strong in my mind, I have to adjust my length and clear my throat.

“Well, it’s 3:15 so that can only mean one thing.” I pause for dramatic effect. “Taco Bell.” I finish, and she claps her hands and bounces in her seat.

“That sounds amazing. I have been craving a Caramel Empanada for days.” She says, excitedly.

We drive the twenty minutes into Dallas and hit the first Taco Bell. We take our bag of tacos and the empanada back home, they are way too messy to eat in the truck.

Once we are home, I get what has to be at least my third wind and Suzy seems to right behind me. We sit down at the kitchen table and eat. Next, we take a quick shower and spend the rest of the morning lying in bed talking about everything and making love. Her beautiful body makes me wish my only job in this life was pleasing her.