When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
Blaecleah Brothers 8
Copyright © 2022
Rourke Blaecleah chuckled at the flushed skin of Billy's cheeks as they disembarked from the plane. His cheeks had been red since they walked out of the bathroom after joining the mile high club. It was a good look on the man.
Of course, anything was good a look on his baby.
He kept a firm hold of Billy as they walked down the narrow corridor between the airplane and the main terminal. His nightmare was Billy getting lost in some foreign country and not being able to find him due to a language or cultural barrier.
He almost hadn't come on this trip because of how anxious he was about losing Billy. If he lost him, not a soul on earth would be safe from his wrath. Well, Ma and Da would be safe, and maybe his brothers and their partners, but the rest of the world would burn.
Gay marriage had been legal in Ireland since 2015, but that didn't mean everyone accepted it. Living Cade Creek, they didn't tend to run into a lot of narrow minded people, but Rourke knew they were out there. He wasn't sure what kind of attitude they'd run into in Ireland.
Normally, Rourke wouldn't have given a damn, but Billy's sweet nature concerned him. He had had such a hard time coming to terms with his sexuality because of what his brother had done to him. If someone came right out and attacked him for who he loved, Billy would be devastated.
And then Rourke would have to kill them.
"I thought this airport would be bigger," Billy remarked. "It's actually kind of quant."
"It's actually a pretty adequately sized airport."
"That's because we had to change planes in New York and you got to see how big it was."
"I also think there is less commercialism here. In the United States, the airports try and sell passengers everything they don't really need before they even get on a plane. Here, they seem to sell some stuff, but the shops are more..." Rourke wasn't sure what the word was that he was looking for.
Yeah, that would work.
"When was the last time you saw a fresh bakery at an airport?"
Billy shrugged. "Never been to an airport before, so..."
Rourke tightened the arm he had around Billy, pulling him a little closer. "Maybe we should travel a bit."
Billy shook his head. "I like the ranch."
Rourke knew that. Billy loved being on the ranch. He thrived there. According to him, he had dreamed of being welcome on the ranch since he was a small child. Now that he was there, he didn't like leaving.
"A weekend here and there would be good for us, give us time with just the two of us."
Billy's deep blue eyes peaked up at him. "Just the two of us?"
Rourke grinned. "Just the two of us, Baby."
God, he adored this man.
If someone had told him years ago that Billy would be imperative to his very survival, he would have laughed in their face, and then punched them. Billy had been a trouble maker, law breaker, and all around pain in the butt. And then Rourke had kissed him and everything had changed.
"Maybe we'll luck out and find a rainbow," Billy said. "I hear there's treasure at the end of the rainbow."
"What do I need with treasure? I have you."
"But it's supposed to be a pot of gold."
Rourke shook his head. "You're worth more than a pot of gold, Baby."
That cute little flush filled Billy's face again.
"Come on, you two," Lachlan called out. "You're falling behind."
They had done more than fall behind. They had stopped right there in the middle of the terminal walkway.
Rourke grunted, grabbed Billy's hand, and started down the corridor again, quickly catching up with the others. By the time they reached baggage claim, he felt as if he had been walking forever. Maybe this airport wasn't as busy as the one in New York, but it was certainly big enough.
Billy pointed. "Those are our bags."
Rourke stepped over and grabbed their three bags. He thought they had packed a little more than they needed until he saw his Da grabbing five suitcases. Made the three bags Billy insisted on seem easy. He handed one of the suitcases to Billy and carried the other two himself.
"Which way is the exit?"
Billy raised his head and glanced around before pointing. "Exit arrow says that way."
"We rented cars, right?" he asked his Da. He wasn't sure they had taxi cabs in Ireland.
Yes, he had a few preconceived ideas about Ireland, and they might be based on his parents' objection to ever visiting the place while he was growing up, but he honestly didn't know much about the country other than what he'd seen in movies, TV shows, and documentaries.
Did they have taxi cabs?
Instead of heading straight for the exit, they had to stop off at the car rental station and get the keys to the three cars they had rented. Rourke, Lachlan, and John had all made sure that they had international driver permits before they even left home. It had actually been easier to get than his original driver's license.
Da had rented them three large SUVs. They might not be ideal for vacationing in Ireland, but they had a large family. They would need every seat, including the child safety seats for the three little ones.
Once they got outside to their vehicles, Rourke started loading all the bags into his car. If he carried a large majority of the bags, that would free up space in the other vehicle for people to ride in.
After putting in as many bags as the back of the SUV would carry, he walked around to the front passenger seat and held the door open for Billy. He got a beaming smile and a quick kiss before Billy climbed in. Rourke shut the door and walked around to climb into the driver's seat.
He waited until the other two vehicles started to move before following them. Once they were on the road, he glanced into the rearview mirror. "How far do we have to drive, Brennan?"
"Kildare is only about an hour from here," Brennan replied, "depending on traffic. Keegan Manor is just outside of town."
An hour's drive through the lush green rolling hills and valleys of Ireland? Rourke could think of worse ways to spend his day. Billy was practically bouncing in his seat as they left the city behind and got out into the countryside. His head was whipping one way and then the other as he tried to take it all in.
"It's so beautiful here."
"More beautiful than Cade Creek?"
Billy snorted as he turned to look at me. "No place is more beautiful than Cade Creek."
Rourke was glad he thought so because he couldn't think of any other place in the world he wanted to live. He'd grown up there, and except for a small stint in the service, it was the only place he had ever lived. It was the only place he had ever wanted to live.
Visiting other places was nice, though.
To be continued...
Lachlan Blaecleah never expected to find the love of his life in the middle of a street fight with two other men, but he knew the moment he saw Asa Miller that he wanted to get to know the man better. He jumps into the fight and becomes Asa's knight in slightly tarnished armor.
Asa Miller is amazed by Lachlan every time he looks at him. He's a walking, talking cowboy fantasy come to life, complete with hat and boots. After being rescued by him and taken home for a night of debauchery at the hands of the sexy cowboy, Asa isn't sure what to do next. Should he stick around and get to know Lachlan and his large family better or run from the feelings the man invokes in him?
Before Asa can make his choice, someone else steps in to separate the two men, on a more permanent basis. Asa has to decide if what they have together is worth the heartache he feels when he almost loses the man he loves. Or should he guard his heart and lose his cowboy forever?
“Clem!” Lachlan shouted as he reached for the man. Clem turned around, fists swinging. Lachlan ducked but not fast enough. He felt Clem’s fist glance off his jaw. Lachlan grunted, dropping the tire iron to the ground as he grabbed his jaw. “Damn it, Clem, knock it off.”
“Well, I’m not the tooth fairy.”
“What are you doing here?”
“Trying to keep you and Billy from getting thrown in jail.” Lachlan rubbed his jaw and spared a quick glance at the stranger standing several feet away, his fists raised to defend himself. “You’d better get out of here before the sheriff arrives. You’ve already been in jail once this week.”
“Oh, Lachlan, we was just having a bit of fun,” Billy protested as he came to stand next to his brother.
“I don’t think he was having fun, Billy,” Lachlan said as he pointed to the stranger. “In fact, it looks to me like he is pretty pissed.”
Billy turned and glanced at the stranger, his face flushing when he turned back. “We didn’t mean no harm, Lachlan.”
“You attacked me, asshole,” the man shouted. “For no reason.”
“You’re a fucking fag,” Clem shouted as he turned on the man. His fists came up again like he was about to attack again. Lachlan jumped forward and grabbed Clem’s arms, spinning him around and giving him a good shove toward his truck.
“Get out of here, Clem, before I tell your mother what you’re up to.”
That was the only threat Lachlan could think of that was big enough to get Billy and Clem Thornton to behave. Lilia Thornton was a sweet old woman who was adored by her sons. It was just too bad their father, Ira, was such a jerk. He was the largest influence on his sons and encouraged their appalling behavior.
Clem glared, retribution shining in his eyes. Lachlan knew he’d have to deal with Clem at some point. He just hoped he wasn’t alone when it happened. Even though Lachlan could hold his own in a fight, Clem had a good fifty pounds on him. He might not win that one.
Clem snarled for a moment then spit on the ground right by the stranger’s foot. The man jumped back then sent Clem a snarl of his own. Lachlan thought he might attack and held his arm out between the two men.
“Go, Clem, now!”
“This isn’t over, Lachlan.”
“I didn’t think it was, Clem.” Lachlan didn’t breathe a sigh of relief until Clem and Billy climbed into their truck and drove away. He wiped his hand down his face, not realizing until he did that he had little beads of sweat trickling down his temples.
Hearing a muttered oath, Lachlan turned to see the stranger lifting his motorcycle from where it lay on its side on the ground and moving out the kickstand. He squatted down and started running his hands over it. Lachlan assumed he was looking for damage.
“How bad is it?” he asked as he walked up.
“Damn cylinder head is broken.”
“Did Clem do that?”
“Your friends were waiting for me when I left the café back a ways. I got this far before he hit my back wheel and drove me off the road.”
“Clem and Billy are not my friends,” Lachlan said. He didn’t like being lumped in with those two idiots. “We just happen to live in the same town.”
“Nice town you have here.” The man stood up, his hands on his waist. “Do you welcome everyone like this?”
Lachlan felt like his tongue was sticking to the roof of his mouth as he got his first good look at the stranger, the totally drool-worthy, drop-dead-gorgeous stranger. He just stared for a moment, drinking in the man’s striking features.Yum!
Lachlan suddenly wished that they weren’t standing in the middle of the road in the dark. He wanted to get a better look at the man, preferably without his clothes on. Knowing the man was gay just made Lachlan’s cock ache.
“Yo, dude!” The man waved his hand in front of Lachlan.
Lachlan blinked, his face flaming. “Yeah, sorry, uh, no, not normally. People are pretty nice around here usually. You just happened to catch the two local jerks. Clem and Billy get into more trouble than anyone I know, most of it created by themselves.”
“They sound like real nice guys.”
“Well, I wouldn’t take them home for dinner, that’s for sure.” Lachlan chuckled. “My ma would skin me alive.”
Lachlan frowned at the man’s tone as he crossed his arms over his chest. “Yeah, do you have a problem with that?”
“No, man.” The stranger chuckled, waving his hands in front of him. “No problem at all.”
“Good.” No one got to make fun of his ma.
“Just never heard a full-grown man call his mother ma.”
“I doubt you’ve ever met anyone like my ma then. I’d probably lose more than the family jewels if I called her anything else.”
“Pity.” Lachlan could feel the man’s hazel eyes move up and down his body like a caress and almost groaned when they settled on his groin. “They seem like such nice family jewels. I’d hate to see you lose them.”
Lachlan swallowed hard. His cock was hardening at an alarming rate, and he was afraid his zipper was going to break. If nothing else, he might hurt himself if things continued like they were. There was only so much room in his jeans.
“Hence, why I call her ma.”
The man turned back to his motorcycle again, another small oath coming from him. Lachlan winced. There was a reason he tried really hard not to swear. His mother would wash his mouth out with soap. It had happened enough times that Lachlan just got used to not swearing.
“Is there a bike shop around here?”
“Yeah, but they’re not open until tomorrow.”
“If you want to take your bike back to my place, I can make a call, maybe have the parts you need waiting for you in the morning.” Lachlan took a deep breath and went out on a limb. “I can offer you a hot meal and a place to sleep.”
“A hot meal, huh?” The dark eyebrow the stranger arched almost took him to his knees. He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen anything sexier. When the man reached out a hand, Lachlan readily took it, liking the strong grip he received in return. “Name’s Asa, Asa Miller.”
“Thanks for the save, Lachlan.”
“Just in the right place at the right time.” Lachlan chuckled nervously, realizing that he still held hands with Asa. He quickly dropped it. “Clem and Billy aren’t too bad, not really. Their bark is worse than their bite.”
“How’s your bite?”
Oh, fuck me running, Lachlan thought to himself as he tried to swallow. He hadn’t had an offer like this in years, if ever. And it was clear to Lachlan that Asa was making an offer. The man was doing nothing to hide the interest in his eyes.
“Why don’t you come home with me and find out?”
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