Irish Heat

By Christine Gray

I’m tired, Olivia. I’m tired of playing the game and never really getting the full reward while you can only play it for so long before your true nature shines through. I wonder if you’re mad because you finally know the truth about me, or is it because I’m leaving you,” mumbled Forrester.

Forced into a marriage when they were teens, Olivia never really grew up. Even now, she was still a reflection of the back biting, pompous, girl that was more focused on her social life than her family. In spite of Forrester being strong armed into marrying her years ago, he had always secretly desired Olivia whom pursued him for her own self motives. Now older, Forrester is at his breaking point. He’s willing to trade his one true love for peace and the willing arms of a more appealing, younger woman.

When dangers at home forces the couple back to Ireland, the place where it all started, and the people Olivia hurt by leaving behind, will it be enough to bring about a change in her? Can they rekindle the flames of passion? Or will their love be lost forever. With the help from their sons, Pike and Brick this love story promises to set the pages ablaze from so much… Irish Heat!

• Language: English
• Publisher: Royalty Publishing House
• Release date: Feb 9, 2017
• ISBN: 9781648402135

Christine Gray

Christine Gray is an author, publisher, and entrepreneur. Beginning her career under the pen name, Sapphire, her list of books include Don't Tell My Husband, One of a Kind Love, Sweet Obsessions, the paranormal series, Relentless; A Vampire King's Desire, and many more. Christine Gray is a very creative writer that's heating up the Interracial Romance scene with her talent for creating books that pull her readers into the story, allowing them to experience every emotion. Her gift for original story lines laced with mystery, humor and erotic moments combined with strong women, and devilishly handsome men, has brought her a large fan base since her start in fall 2014 with Royalty Publishing House. Now as a CEO of After Hours Publications, it's her desire to push the boundaries of the Lit world by offer stories in the Paranormal, Erotica, and Historical Fiction, even Sci-Fi genres which are areas that many African American characters aren't featured.

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1

Forrester lowered his gaze as he did his best to keep his annoyance from showing. He hated wasting his time at these damned functions. It was always the same thing: ass kissing and fake smiles. He longed to tell his wife that it was time to go, but he knew Olivia was in her element. She thrived in these types of affairs. He knew, from the moment he had agreed to come to the Annual Thanksgiving Gala, how it was going to be.

Yet, he had hoped that the new person she had become—present at home, over the last eight months—would have remained while in the face of the pressure instead of conforming to her old ways. Unfortunately, he could see that it hadn’t. In less than an hour, the woman that he had fallen back in love with was disappearing right before his eyes to become the two-faced, shallow bitch who had been destroying their marriage for too many years to count.

Unable to withstand the conversations she weighed in on, he turned towards the bar to get a stiff drink. He flinched at the loud laughter of his wife that floated through the crush of the people. Even the sound of it made his skin crawl. He couldn’t stand her. He paused long enough to loosen his silk tie before he scooped up the whiskey-sour to toss the drink down.

Another, he grumbled.

Getting tired of this crowd? The bartender smirked.

He eyed the busty woman as she moved behind the bar while she made his drink. He had sworn off fucking other women years ago. However, in light of the night, he was seriously considering doing things as before. It was clear to him that Olivia wasn’t going to ever really change. She could only fake the funk for so long before she reverted to her old, stuck-up ways. The love he had for her was genuine, but maybe he should have just left her to the life and the person she obviously wanted to be.

Something like that, he replied, at last.

Irish?

He chuckled at the woman. She was young enough to be his daughter. Even still, her attraction to him was written all over her pretty face. He wondered what she was mixed with. Her olive-colored skin and thick, brown hair made him think Spanish or Italian. To be honest, he couldn’t have cared less. He knew that he could bend her thin frame until her back cracked while he fucked her brainless.

Out of all the men there, he was the number one on her list of five. Every time he had strolled over to her station, she hoped he would have acknowledged her beyond the quick smile and nod. He wore a black suit with a crisp bowtie and sparkling, sterling cufflinks. His broad chest and shoulders filled out the—no doubt, tailor-made—ensemble. He was a tall fucker—at least six foot eleven, if not taller. The thought of his massive size was enough to make her mouth go dry. With height like that and large hands, she could only imagine the size of his …

I’m going on break now, she heard herself say, much to her surprise.

She always flirted and just waited to see if the men asked her—not the other way around. She couldn’t contain her excitement being next to him. His age wasn’t a factor when the man had the stamina and a sheer sensual vibe about him that would’ve put any young man to shame. She could tell by the way his blue eyes roamed her body that he was considering teaching her a new trick. Her eyes went to the thick, silver band around his finger. Her line of vision shifted to the crowd he had been with.

I’ll understand if you—

On your break, will I be the one protecting you from the dark, or will I be the monster fucking you in the darkness? he questioned in a deep voice.

She hesitated for a second. The intense look of lust in his half-hidden eyes made her think twice.

Licking her lips, she teased, I’ll take the monster.

Forrester tossed back the remains of his glass before he waved his hand for her to lead the way. He didn’t even try to conceal the fact that the two of them were leaving together. He placed his hand on the small of her back. A few of the people, who were facing the direction of the bar and saw, shared a secret smile while they listened to Olivia talk. The knowledge of her husband out back, while she babbled on about her fabulous life, made the men envy Forrester while the women wanted to be the one getting fucked in the night.

He kept his cool ‘til they reached the walkway beside the house. He wasn’t her friend. He didn’t want to be one. He was there for pussy: plain and simple.

Do I need to suck it?

I’m older, but I can still get hard when pussy’s involved. Forrester smirked. 

He made a mental note of how tight and dry the pretty bartender was. He didn’t have the time to continue to finger her against the wall.

Wow! Your dick is so big. She gasped, and her eyes widened at the sheer length and girth.

You aren’t a quitter, are you, cailín? he mumbled as he slipped his muscular arm under her leg, pulling it up to get into position.

No.

He could hear the fear in her voice. Don’t worry. I won’t beat it for too long, he promised, taking the condom from her hand.

Goddamn! No, no! Shit, she begged.

Forrester ignored her protest while he continuously rammed into her body. He could see the guests and staff out of the corner of his eye that were outside as they came to investigate what the howls erupting from her mouth were all about.

You’re dry as a desert. He grunted.

Licking her cunt was out of the question, which was why he had declined her offer of sucking his dick. Quickly, he pulled back, leaving only his tip immersed, coughing up spit, and letting the liquid drop on his cock. A few moments later, the girl’s screams of protest became moans of need. He watched the expression of pleasure play out on her tan face. Shifting, he lifted her completely off the ground as he fucked her wildly. Forrester wet his thumb in her gaping mouth.

What? What’s that? What the hell are you doing? she moaned before her eyes rolled back in her head.

He shook his head in disbelief that she had never been stimulated in such a way. While he kept up the beat, he was tapping on her swollen clit. If she was dry at the start, she was gushing like a waterfall as she coated his cock with her nectar. Always the gentleman, he waited ‘til her body stopped shaking before he forged on until his release.

He lowered her back to the ground, only for her to collapse into a puddle at his feet. She ran her open palms over her face. When she glanced up at him, she had the look of amazement in the depths of her eyes.

That was … I can’t even …

I know, cailín. Forrester smirked.

Then, clear-headed, he took out his cell. He wasn’t going to ruin his rut to answer the call or the two text messages that had followed. His eyes narrowed when he read the obviously urgent words his sister, Niamh, had sent him. Although in her haste, she had left out a few words, it was clear enough that he understood.

He chuckled and shook his head at the girl, who was still on the ground, when she announced her love for him.

No, you just need to find a lover that knows what the hell he’s doing, he mumbled.

He reached down, helped her to her feet, and began to walk towards the onlookers that didn’t have the decency to continue walking instead of gawking. Ten minutes later, he helped the sore woman back to her position behind the bar. He would have given her more time to recoup, but the text he had gotten from Niamh needed to be acted upon. He knew that they were safe, at the moment, due to the number of powerful people in the room. He did a quick lap around the room in the hopes of putting his sister’s fears concerning Major to rest. Pulling out his phone, he typed his response.

Forrester: Don’t see him. Gone. Leaving tonight.

Niamh: Fuck! Going where?

Forrester: Home. REAL home. Kids are there n I want to be there.

Niamh: Shit boy. That itch of yours is going to croak. We’ll meet up. I like a good fight.

Forrester: Return to me. U n Kobe.

Dear, he whispered in his wife’s ear. We have to go now.

Not now, Forrester. You’re being rude, she hissed, dismissing him.

He had been annoying her the entire night. This had been the first social engagement she had gone to in months. It was like being reintroduced back into the world. There was so much she needed to get caught up on. Like always, the circles had changed of who was who, what they were doing, and what was new. She felt so out of touch and out of the loop of what to talk about. There had been too many times that night when she had said the wrong thing and brought cold stares and chuckles at her expense.

Grinding his teeth, he narrowed his gaze as the anger he had just taken out on the young bartender’s pussy came flooding back.

I thought the time it took to fuck the barmaid behind the house would have been enough, he stated loudly.

The sound of Olivia dropping the glass from her hand silenced the rest of the voices in their area that weren’t already from his confession. Turning on him, she pinned him with her gaze.

Liar! Turning back to the group, she added, He has a twisted sense of humor.

With a smirk, he placed his two fingers under her nose.

She smells just as good as she felt.

Olivia snapped her head towards the bar to see the girl slumped over in discomfort. Her angry eyes bore into his face. The smell of cunt on his fingers was unmistakable.

With nothing more to be said, she straightened her shoulders and left the packed room with Forrester smiling behind her. At the coat check, she slipped into her full-length mink coat. She was determined not to show her ass. Her mind was full of what everyone was saying about her at the moment. There was no doubting that, now that Forrester had made it very clear that he was