Beers, Lies and Alibis (Warblers Point Series Book 2) (28 page)

Furthermore, Keara, who they set up to interfere between Booker and Fiona, was actually holding up her end of the bargain and giving Fiona’s relationship a run for its money. Which only meant Murphy was basking in the glory of their plan working…only for him.
 

Taking a sip of the vodka that was in her glass, she looked out the window of her small cottage of a house. She never really drank, but after all the news she heard about the O’Learys flourishing, she decided to dabble in the bottle that was kept in her freezer for emergency reasons.
 

There was a time when she was a part of Fiona’s group. She used to hang out with Tipper, Fiona and Blaire, but ever since the O’Leary boys marked her as trouble, no one wanted to hang out with her anymore. The fact that she didn’t have any girlfriends to confide in was just the cherry on top of the pile of shit that was her life.
 

A knock rapped against her front door that startled her out of her thoughts. She walked toward the front door and was greeted by a very handsome and very drunk Irishman.
 

“Murphy, what are you doing here?”

“It’s not goin’ to work,” he said, as he tipped back a bottle of Jameson to his mouth.
 

“What are you talking about?” Sophie felt herself tip to the side from the effects of her vodka. Last she knew, all was good in the world of Murphy and Fiona.
 

Murphy let himself in and sat down on her flowery couch. Sophie followed him after she shut the door and refilled her glass that was emptying pretty quickly.
 

Murphy patted the sofa for Sophie to sit next to him and she obliged his request, snuggling closely to his side. He smelled so incredibly good…once she got past the alcohol that was oozing out of every pore of his body.
 

“Fiona is with him,” Murphy muttered, as his head rested against the back of her couch.
 

“With Booker?”
 

“Aye. She’s not goin’ to leave him. I tried today. She wants nothin’ to do with me.”

There was deep pain coming from Murphy’s voice. It wasn’t the normal happy-go-lucky Irishman that everyone knew and loved. Sophie knew Murphy wanted Fiona back, but she didn’t realize he had such a deep attachment to her. She considered his need to be with Fiona more of a need to save face since he lost to Booker.
 

“You’re not giving up are you?”
 

“I don’t know.” Murphy wrapped his arm around Sophie and pulled her into his chest. “Ya’re the only girl in me life now, Soph.”

“You’re the only guy in mine.”

They sat on the couch, both drinking their liquid encouragement and staring at the little fire Sophie had started. It was the only light in the room, which was making a very cozy atmosphere for the both of them. Sophie found herself gravitating closer and closer to Murphy as they sat in silence.
 

Somehow, her hand found its way under his shirt, lightly caressing the hair that ran from his belly button to his waistband. She was seeking comfort at first, but found herself leaning more and more into him until she was straddling his lap.
 

When Murphy looked up at her, he took a swig from his bottle of whiskey, set it on the side table and then tore Sophie’s shirt off of her. She wasn’t expecting him to so abruptly take her clothes off, but if she was being honest with herself, she was glad he did. She was glad things escalated quickly between them. She had the need to be comforted and Murphy was the perfect man to do so.

Murphy looked at her lingerie-clad chest and licked his lips as he slowly, very slowly, ran his fingers up her bare skin until he finally touched the front clasp of Sophie’s bra. Instead of stopping him, Sophie encouraged him by thrusting her chest out so he had better access.
 

She wasn’t the only one who wanted something to happen between them because there was an impressive bulge coming from Murphy’s lap, indicating to Sophie that Murphy was just as excited as she was.
 

Breathing heavily, Sophie stayed still as Murphy traced the outline of her bra. He never touched her skin, just the lacy fabric that encased her breasts. She was having a hard time thinking as he worked his finger around each one of her perky mounds. She needed more, she needed the touch of a man to ease the pain that had been racing through her heart for so long.
 

Murphy looked up at Sophie and said, “Ya’re very beautiful, Sophie. Ya know that?”

Sophie shook her head as she, all of a sudden, felt like she was on display. She wanted to cover herself up, so she looked around for a pillow or her shirt that had been ripped off, but Murphy stopped her.
 

“Don’t. I want to look at ya.”

He slowly lowered Sophie onto the Persian rug that was rolled out in front of her fireplace and hovered over her as he took in her body. She still had her pants on, but she felt completely exposed.
 

Murphy’s face took on a hue of orange from the light bouncing off the fire, making him look almost sinister. She should have been afraid, or even nervous, but for some reason, she wasn’t. If anything, she felt protected, comforted.
 

Slowly, she watched Murphy reach behind his head and take off his shirt, revealing a massive amount of muscles that rippled in the fire light.
 

Talk about holy hotness from hell. Why Fiona chose Booker over Murphy was beyond Sophie. If she was the one making the decisions, she would have gone with the hunky Irishman any day.
 

“I want ya, lassie. Is that okay?”
 

Was that okay? Sophie melted on the spot at the little boyish smile he gave her. She just nodded and then watched as he moved down her body and slowly pulled her pants off of each leg with such delicate movements.
 

Gently, Murphy ran his hands up Sophie’s legs as he made his way to the junction where her legs met her hips. Every nerve ending in her body was heightened to a new level as Murphy lowered his head and grabbed the waistband of her panties with his teeth and dragged them down her body. An eager throb took up residence in her very core as Murphy worked his way back up her body, sans panties, kissing every surface of skin he could find.
 

 
A low ache was screaming between her legs as he made his way to her wet center and stopped to admire her. His hands didn’t stop at her hips like his mouth, instead they ran up to her bra and unclasped the front so her breasts were freed from their confines.
 

Murphy shook his head. “Beautiful, Sophie. Just so beautiful.”

The fire wasn’t the only source of heat that was igniting her body, Murphy was a giant reason as to why there was a light sweat that started to build up all over Sophie’s skin. She couldn’t help but be turned on by the green-eyed god of seduction. He had barely touched her, but what he had done to her body was more than she had ever experienced.
 

“Mind if I take me pants off, lassie?”

“God no. Take them off,” Sophie cried out, as he ran his finger gently across her hip bones making the ache between her legs grow to a jackhammer pounding in her nether regions. He hadn’t even touched her bare breasts yet, which she thought was a sure fire way to get her going, but she was already wet and willing to do anything he wanted.
 

Sophie watched as Murphy stood up, slowly unbuckled his belt and then dropped both his pants and boxers, while kicking off his socks and shoes. She had to swallow hard because what was poking up to see her was like nothing she had ever seen before. To say Murphy was well hung was an understatement.
 

Murphy bent down, grabbed a package out of his wallet and tossed it to the side, apparently he wasn’t quite ready for the heavenly protection, but Sophie sure as hell was. She felt like a dead fish as she lay on the ground waiting for Murphy’s next move, but he had completely immobilized her.
 

“You’re hot,” Sophie confessed. “I mean really hot.”

Murphy chuckled. “Thanks, Soph.”

Murphy sat on the ground and leaned against the coffee table that was now pushed up against the couch so it wouldn’t slide around. He spread his legs out and called her over with his index finger. Sophie did as she was asked and sat on her knees in front of Murphy. She felt a little awkward, since they were both naked, but she tried to look past that while she waited for Murphy’s next command.
 

“I want ya to put that condom on me.”

“Is it going to fit?” Sophie joked.
 

“Why don’t ya find out?”

Sophie ripped open the package and slowly rolled the latex over Murphy’s erect cock. He sucked in his breath as she reached the base and then gave his balls a gentle squeeze.
 

“Naughty li’l lass. Straddle me, Soph.”

Sophie did as she was told, but held up as she considered how to sink down on him. She didn’t know if he was ready.
 

Murphy must have sensed her hesitation because he took his cock and rubbed her entire core with it until she couldn’t take it anymore, she was going to explode.
 

“Murphy, I’m going to come. You need to stop.” Her breathing was erratic as she held onto his shoulders for dear life.
 

“Lower on me, Soph. I want to be inside of ya, lass. I want to feel ya.”

She nodded and lowered herself down, instantly feeling full, but thanks to his cock teasing, literally, she was wet and more than ready.
 

“Aye, Lass. Damn, that feels good. Ya feel so good.”

Words would not form in Sophie’s head as she took all of Murphy in. She could not believe the amount of pleasure that rocketed through her body as she settled herself on top of Murphy. It was as if she was having multiple mini orgasms all at the same time all over her body. She couldn’t even feel her legs from the amount of pressure that was building in her core.
 

“I’m not goin’ last long,” Murphy croaked out as he lifted his hips to meet Sophie’s thrusts.
 

“Me either,” Sophie breathed out.

She rested her forehead on Murphy’s shoulder as she continued to bob up and down on him. She couldn’t take the pressure that was building, she needed to let go and fall over into a magical place that she hadn’t visited in quite some time.
 

Murphy groaned as he pumped even harder, while he gripped Sophie’s sides. She knew there would be bruises later but she didn’t care, all she cared about was the feeling of Murphy’s cock hitting her in a place she never thought was possible.
 

“Ah, fuck,” Murphy groaned, as his hips surged her into the air, making her fall back down harder, which pushed her over the edge. She cried out his name as her entire body went completely limp from the explosive orgasm that just took over her body.
 

Pulling her head off of his shoulder, Murphy looked her in the eyes and lightly kissed Sophie for the first time. It was weird for Sophie to think that she felt so connected to Murphy, but the first time they ever kissed was after an the very first orgasm they’d shared with each other.
 

“We’re doin’ that again, lass,” Murphy said, as he picked Sophie up and brought her to her bedroom.
 

She wasn’t going to argue with him.
 

***

Finn got out of his shower and quickly dried off. He didn’t know when Blaire was going to be stopping by and he wanted to make sure he smelled clean and not like an old musty Irish pub.

Work had been brutal and not just because he was counting down the minutes until he would be able to meet up with Blaire, but because Tipper, Bradon and Raff were all at each other’s throats. Fiona was keeping their mom company, so she was unable to help out at the pub, which meant Bradon had to come help and that was just asking for trouble.
 

Raff and Tipper worked great together, almost a little too great together. They sometimes put on a good show for the patrons with their sexual chemistry, but Finn was able to look past the tongues down each other’s throats and the ass-grabbing, since they were helping out the pub.
 

After drying his hair, Finn put on some deodorant, slipped on a pair of jeans and a t-shirt and considered putting on some cologne, but decided against it because he thought it might look like he was trying too hard. He didn’t want to appear desperate, even though he would give anything to be with Blaire again.

There was a light tap at Finn’s door that rattled his nerves. He could feel himself tense from knowing this might be his only chance to win her back. Nausea rolled through his stomach as he walked towards the door and opened it.
 

Blaire stood in his doorway wearing a winter coat that hugged her body, a bright colored scarf, and a winter hat that had a pom pom on top. Finn’s heart seized in his chest; she looked unbelievably good.
 

“Hey,” he was embarrassingly able to croak out.
 

She rubbed her hands together indicating that she was cold as she smiled back at him. Finn quickly stepped to the side and let her in.