The Irish Getaway

By: Siobhan Davis

 A Kennedy Boys Optional Short Novel (The Kennedy Boys)

Chapter One


“Well? What do you think? Will I do?” I spin around on my strappy stilettos, facing Ky as I show off the uber-short cream and gold mini-dress that hugs my body like a second skin. For the second year in a row, Ireland is experiencing an unforeseen Indian summer that is playing havoc with my thick hair, so I’ve pinned it up into a messy-on-purpose bun with longish strands curled and framing my face. My makeup is pristine, my eyes smoky and rimmed in lashings of thick black liner thanks to my friend Rachel. She’s the makeup magician, the style queen, the reason I’m currently feeling like a million dollars.

Between Rach and Alex, I’ve had no choice but to embrace my inner femininity, surprising myself in the process because I don’t detest getting dolled up like I used to. In fact, since Ky and I became a couple, I’ve been dressing up more. Not because I want to look good for him—although, naturally I do—but mainly because I feel like I’ve finally grown into my body, embraced my sexuality, and I’m confident in my own skin.

Strong, warm hands grip my waist as Ky tugs me toward him, his eyes darkening with lust. “You look hot, sexy as all hell.” He leans in to kiss me, but I wiggle out of his embrace.

“Nuh-uh.” I shake my head, sending him a stern look. “Our guests will be arriving any minute now, and I know what’ll happen if I let you kiss me.” We can scarcely keep our hands off one another, and it’s borderline worrisome. To crave someone as much as I crave him doesn’t seem normal. Or not the normal I’m used to.

“Babe.” His eyes gleam with wicked intent. “Let’s cancel the party and start our own private one. I want you all to myself.” His tongue darts out, licking his full lips, and it’s like an injection of liquid lust straight through my veins.

I curse under my breath. “Ky. You’ve had me all to yourself these last two weeks.” It’s the truth. Apart from hanging with my besties a few times, we’ve spent every single second of every minute of every day of our vacation together. And it’s truly been like a piece of heaven on Earth. We can’t get enough of one another, and I love it. But we’ve only one week until the rest of the family lands on Irish soil, and I want to make the most of it.

Starting with this party.

I’ve missed my extended group of friends, and it’ll be good to catch up with old school buddies. Besides, I promised myself before I returned home that I would make new memories in this house so that I’m not accosted with overwhelming grief and sadness every time I step over the threshold.

Ky has been helping with that. A blush creeps up my neck and across my cheeks as I remember all the ways he’s been helping me. I quietly laugh to myself.

This party will work wonders too. This house needs to be filled with laughter and music and the sounds of many voices.

Ky smirks, recognizing where my mind has gone. He takes a step toward me, and I take a step back. “I have been monopolizing you, haven’t I?” He cocks his head to the side as he continues advancing like a predator with sole focus. I back up some more until my spine meets the solid wall behind me. Pressing his body against mine, he places his hands on either side of my head and leans into my face. His warm, intoxicating breath blows over my skin, and a familiar ache starts building inside me. It’s ridiculous how much I’m attracted to him and how powerless I am to resist. “I’ve had you on the stairs, in the shower, on the kitchen counter, on the couch, against the wall outside, in your—”

“Oh my God! Enough!” I shriek, attempting to compose myself. One of us needs to stay focused. A difficult task when my legs have turned to jelly and my body is already trembling with need. “Is there a point to this?”

Quick as a flash, his hand juts out, and he swats the entire contents lining the top of my dressing table onto the floor. My jaw slackens as he grips my hips, lifting me fluidly onto the wooden tabletop. He inches the hem of my dress up, and my legs automatically open for him, like the Red Sea parting for Moses. There’s no point even attempting to fight it.