Untouchable Dreams of Irish

Untouchable Dreams of Irish Untouchable Dreams of Irish

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Status: Finished

Genre: Erotica

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(This is based on the 8 year span between the first Boondock Saints movie and the second) Conner, Murphy, and their Da escaped to Ireland, from the awaited fate they had left back in Boston, MA. Their Da found work with an old friend whom had made out good for himself. This provided them with shelter, protection, and an honest pay check. In returned they managed the sheep farm and helped out on the horse ranch when needed. Keeley was the owners daughter, a feisty red head with her Irish temper intact and a prove everyone wrong attitude. She was sure of herself, she had a riding academy and she took care off the horses. She had never been swayed by a man and she was proud of that. That was until Conner walked into her life, at first he was annoying and he played on that but then he invaded her every thought until all she wanted was him. Conner is unwilling attracted her, no woman scared him, but Keeley scared the shit out of him. Plus, she was forbidden, untouchable. Will they be able to resist? (Please leave your comments!)

Summary

(This is based on the 8 year span between the first Boondock Saints movie and the second)

Conner, Murphy, and their Da escaped to Ireland, from the awaited fate they had left back in Boston, MA. Their Da found work with an old friend whom had made out good for himself. This provided them with shelter, protection, and an honest pay check. In returned they managed the sheep farm and helped out on the horse ranch when needed.

Keeley was the owners daughter, a feisty red head with her Irish temper intact and a prove everyone wrong attitude. She was sure of herself, she had a riding academy and she took care off the horses. She had never been swayed by a man and she was proud of that. That was until Conner walked into her life, at first he was annoying and he played on that but then he invaded her every thought until all she wanted was him.

Conner is unwilling attracted her, no woman scared him, but Keeley scared the shit out of him. Plus, she was forbidden, untouchable. Will they be able to resist?

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Chapter1 (v.1) - Untouchable

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(This is based on the 8 year span between the first Boondock Saints movie and the second) Conner, Murphy, and their Da escaped to Ireland, from the awaited fate they had left back in Boston, MA. Their Da found work with an old friend whom had made out good for himself. This provided them with shelter, protection, and an honest pay check. In returned they managed the sheep farm and helped out on the horse ranch when needed. Keeley was the owners daughter, a feisty red head with her Irish temper intact and a prove everyone wrong attitude. She was sure of herself, she had a riding academy and she took care off the horses. She had never been swayed by a man and she was proud of that. That was until Conner walked into her life, at first he was annoying and he played on that but then he invaded her every thought until all she wanted was him. Conner is unwilling attracted her, no woman scared him, but Keeley scared the shit out of him. Plus, she was forbidden, untouchable. Will they be able to resist? (Please leave your comments!)

Chapter Content - ver.1

Submitted: December 23, 2014

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It was all his fault. She could put the blame for this entirely on Conner MacManus's shoulders. If he hadn't been there being insufferable when Chad had called, she wouldn't have agreed to go to dinner with Chad. And she wouldn't have spent nearly four hours being bored brainless when she could've been doing something more useful.

Like watching paint dry.

There was nothing wrong with Chad, really. If you only had, say, half a brain, no real interest outside of the cut of this year's designer jacket and were thrilled by a rip-roaring debate over the proper way to serve a triple latte, he was a perfect companion.

Unfortunately, she didn't qualify on any of those levels.

Right now he was droning on about the painting he'd bought at a recent art show. No, not the painting, Keeley thought wearily. A discussion of the painting, of art, that might have been the medical miracle that prevented her from slipping into a coma. But Chad was discovering - no other word for it - on the Investment.

He had the windows up and the air conditioning blasting at they drove. It was a perfectly beautiful night, she mused, but putting the windows down Chad's hair would be messed. Couldn't have that.

At least she didn't have to attempt conversation. Chad preferred monologues.

What he wanted was an attractive companion of the right family and tax bracket who dressed well and would sit quietly while he pontificated on the narrow areas of his interest.

Keeley was fully aware he'd decided she fit the bill, and now she'd only encouraged him by agreeing to this endlessly tedious date.

"The broker assured me that within three years the piece will be worth five times what I paid for it. Normally I would have hesitated as the artist is young and relatively unknown, but the show was quite successful. I noticed T.D. Giles considering two of the pieces personally. And you know how astute T.D. is about such things. Did I tell you I ran into his wife, Sissy, the other day? She looks absolutely marvelous. The eye tuck did wonders for her, and she tells me she's found the most amazing new stylist."

Oh God, was all Keeley could think. Oh God, get me out of here!

When they swung through the stone pillars at Royal Meadows, she had to fight the urge to cheer.

"I'm so glad our schedules finally clicked. Life gets much too demanding and complicated doesn't it? There's nothing more relaxing than a quiet dinner for two."

Any more relaxed, Keeley thought, and unconsciousness would claim her. "It was nice of you to ask me Chad." She wondered how rude it would be to spring out of the car before it stopped, raced up the stairs to the house and do a little dance of relief on the front porch.

Pretty rude, she decided. Okay, she'd skip the dance.

"Drake and Pamela - you know the Larkens of course - are having a little soiree next Saturday evening. Why don't I pick you up at eight-ish?"

It took her a minute to get over the fact he'd actually used the word soiree in a sentence. "I really can't, Chad. I have a full day of lessons on Saturday. By the time it's done I'm not fit for socializing. But thanks." She slid her hand to the door handle, anticipating escape.

"Keeley, you can't let your little school eclipse so much of your life."

Her hand stiffened, and though she could see the light of home, she turned her head and studied his perfect profile. One day, someone was going to refer to her the academy as her little school and she was going to be very rude. And rip their throat out. "Can't I?"

"I'm sure it amuses you. Hobbies are very satisfying."

"Hobbies." She bared her teeth.

"Everyone needs an outlet, I suppose." He lifted a hand from the wheel and gracefully waved away over two years of hard work. "But you must take time for yourself. Just the other day Renny mentioned she hadn't seen you in ages. After all, when the novelty wears off, you'll wonder where all this time has gone."

"My academy is not a hobby, an amusement, or a novelty. And it's completely my business."

"Naturally. Of course." He gave her a patronizing little pat on her knee as he stopped the car in front of the local pub, shifted towards her. "But you must admit, it's taking up an inordinate amount of your time. Why it's taken us six months to have dinner together."

"Is that all?"

He misinterpreted the quiet response, and the gleam in her eyes. And leaned toward her.

She slapped a hand on his chest. "Don't even think about it. Let me tell you something, pal. I do more in one day with my little school then you do in a week of pushing paper in that office your grandfather gave you between your manicures and amaretto lattes and soirees. Men like you hold no interest for me whatsoever, which is why it's taken six months for this tedious little date. And the next time I have dinner with you, we'll be slurping Popsicles in hell. So take your French tie and your Italian shoes and stuff them."

Utter shock had him speechless as she shoved opened the door. As an insult trickled in, his lips thinned. "Obviously spending so much time in the workers has eroded your manners, and your outlook."

"That's right, Chad." She leaned back in the door. "You're too good for me. I'm about to go up and weep into a pint over it."

"Rumor has it you're cold and a bitch," he said in a quiet, stabbing voice. "But I had to find out for myself."

It stung, but she wasn't about to let it show. "Rumor is you're a jackass. Now we've both confirmed the local gossip."

He gunned the engine once, and she would have sworn she saw him vibrate. "And it's a British tie."

She slammed the car door, then watched narrow-eyed as he drove away. "A British tie." A laugh gurgled up, deep from the belly and up into the throat so she had to stand, hugging herself, all but howling at the moon. "That sure told me."

She stood there in the moonlight in a little excuse of a black dress, her hair spilling down her back like fire on silk, like a flame, a sizzling red that looked hot to touch and fell, wave after wave, over her bare shoulders.

Indulging herself in a long sigh, she tipped her head back , looked up at the sweep of stars. "Moron," she murmured. "And that goes for both of us."

She heard a faint click, she spun around to find Conner lighting a cigarette, leaning against the side of the pub. He held a glass of beer in the opposite hand of the burning cigarette. His green eyes were a sharper tone than the greenest meadows. She imagined he could use them to slice his opponent in two with one glance but there seemed to be a menacing look radiating out of them.

His hair was brown, but anything but a quiet shade, with all the blond gliding streaks rioting through it, and he wore it a bit long making it wave around a face of planes and angles, it suited him. A sharp face, like his eyes, and a well-defined mouth. His build like a cowboy, long-legged and rangy. Looking rough and ready with his worn out blue jeans and black t-shirt. The tattoos of praying hands on the left side of his neck, the cross on his left forearm and the word Veiritas on his left pointer finger made him even more rough. She looked up to the balcony after hearing a light laughter to see Conner's twin Murphy smoking a cigarette as well waiting for his brother to return inside.

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The night air was chilly out on the balcony of the pub, but the two men sitting out there didn’t seem to notice. Conner McManus stared into his pint, his tattooed finger tracing the lip of the glass. Next to him, his twin stared meditatively out into the starlit Irish countryside, over the fields that they, with their father, tended. With one raised eyebrow, Murphy nudged his twin and jerked his head down to the road, where a fancy car idled, out of place among the rusty trucks of the “working folk” who patronized this pub. However, neither of them cared about the shiny silver car: the commotion inside was far more interesting.

Even from this distance, Conner could see the tense set to Keeley’s jaw and a small smile tugged at the corners of his mouth. “Poor bastard,” he murmured, watching as she slammed her hand into Chad’s chest, a chuckle building in his throat. He stood up and headed towards the door, eager to hear the chewing out he very well knew was on the way for that pretty rich boy.

Something jumped in his belly, in his chest as soon as she exited the car. And for an instant he could hear or see anyone else. Her build was delicate, her face vibrant. Even from where he stood he could see her eyes were as blue as the lakes of Ireland. His heart hammered, three hard and violent strokes, then seemed to simply stop. He'd never in his life seen anything so beautiful, so perfect...so unattainable. Because his throat had gone burning dry, he lifted his beer only to be surprised to realize his hand wasn't quite steady.

Conner took a contemplative puff of his cigarette. She looked so damn beautiful standing there in the moonlight in that little excuse of a black dress, her hair spilling down her back like fire on silk. Hearing her long, gorgeous laughter had been like discovering a treasure. She turned around to face him, and his throat dried. He lifted his beer again, the shaking in his fingers having subsided just a bit with the help of nicotine. Watching Keeley as she stood there fuming, he took another puff of the cigarette. She glared at him, her blue eyes flashing.

Now the temper was back in her eyes, and spitting at him. He took another lazy puff, blowing out a cloud of smoke. Keeley waited for him to say something it annoyed her the way he could mess with her emotions just by looking at her. They watched each other for a moment before he opened his mouth. “You’re winding me up,” he said simply, lifting the cigarette once again.

“I’d like to wind you up, then twist you into tiny pieces and ship them back to Boston,” she snarled, her hands balled up into fists.

“I figured as much,” Conner said, taking slow, deliberate steps towards the girl, stamping out his cigarette as he walked. “You want to have a pop at someone,” he said, reaching down to gently grab her fist. He slowly brought it up to his own chin and said, “Go ahead.” She refused and started to walk away, so he tightened his hold around her small hand. “You are Irish, aren’t ya?” he asked, arching an eyebrow. “But I could make an exception,” she said, and Conner let his fingers linger around her’s for a moment longer before letting go. She turned and walked into the bar, leaving Conner to watch her contemplatively.

Once she was inside, he bent to pick up the pint he had put on the ground a few minutes ago. Now he wished desperately that he hadn’t stamped out that cigarette. He needed a smoke, but didn’t want to light another one. With an internal shrug he took a swig of the beer and walked into the pub after Keeley.

Keeley entered the pub and pushed her way through the crowd and up to the bar, waving at hand at those who called their greetings. A frown upon her face, aggression leaking from her very pores. Shaun, the bar tender came up to her as she leaned her elbows on the bar and pushed up with the arches of her feet giving some needed height.

"Good evening, nice seeing you tonight, what can I get you?" Shaun asked a bright smile upon his face, she swore he never had a bad day.

"Hi, pint of Guinness the biggest you got." She ordered with a soft smile.

"Rough night?" He asked but the look on her face answered it all and decided it best not to push the subject. So he went and got her, her drink and handed it to her.

"Thanks Shaun." She said, taking a huge gulp.

Conner walked in and scanned the packed pub to found her at the bar, ordering herself a pint. He let her get the beer and take a swig before coming up behind her and saying, “So, I’m assuming the date went well.” A devious smile crossed his face, knowing he was playing with fire by touching on this subject, but, hey, had he ever been one to play it safe? His reputation back in Boston was testament to that.

She turned her head to find none other than Conner next to her. Murphy slid in beside him a smile upon his face matching his brother, said hi to the lady next to him and held up two fingers nodding up at Shaun. Keeley turned her attention back to Shaun whom refused the money she was trying to give him.

"No Keeley its on me tonight. Sure thing Murph, two coming right up."

Keeley looked back at Conner, shooting daggers, turned and began to make her way back through the crowd, heading straight for the wooden steps that led to the balcony. She needed a smoke and she needed it now. She walked up the stairs not looking back to see if Conner was following which she could assume was which it wouldn't be like him if he didn't. She walked out to the balcony, took out her smokes, stuck one her mouth, set her pint down on the wall and began digging for her lighter with no such luck.

Conner watched as she walked away, knowing she was forbidden but he couldn't help it she was like no one else he had ever met.Besides the fact she was exceptionally beautiful she was completely different than most other girls he had been with. She was pure and untainted by the ways of life. Other than drinking and smoking he didn't think she did anything that would cause her father to frown upon her. She was confident and quick and brilliantly smart , he had seen her out on the farm a numerous amounts of time. She took charge without being told what to do and was capable of caring for herself. Conner caved and followed her steps up the wooden steps and out into the cool air of the balcony.

She stuck a cigarette in her mouth and searched around in her pockets for a lighter, coming up empty. Conner stepped forward and pulled the lighter that was always in his pocket out, swiftly flicking up the small flame and offering it out to Keeley. He grinned as she grudgingly lit her cigarette, saying, “What would you do without me?” He leaned against the railing next to her, giving her a sly smile before looking out over the star strewn sky.

Keeley lifted her eyes to the flame lit in front of her and finally her gaze rested upon its owner, figured as much, she thought as she reluctantly lit her cigarette, if she didn't need it so badly she would have refused. She picked up her pint and took a swig followed by a sarcastic smile.

"Do you get off on annoying me?" She asked annoyed, she was giving in that was just what he wanted, to get an reaction out of her and now she was irritated with herself. She took another deep drag of the cigarette and blew it out slowly, counting as she did so.

Conner grinned at Keeley, his eyes sparkling with mischief. "Of course," he said. "All I have in my poor little life is annoying you and sheep." He pulled a cigarette out of his pocket for himself and popped it in his mouth, saying, "I think you'd agree that getting off on annoying you is much better than on the sheep." He cupped his hand around the end of his cigarette against the light breeze as he lit it, winking at Keeley. He took a long pull of it, nonchalantly puffing the smoke out into little rings.

Keeley rolled her eyes, she turned and leaned against the railing, her elbows propped on it as she fumed looking out over the Irish countryside. She glared at him and then took another drag, she opened her mouth to say something and then groaned, throwing her finished cigarette over the side and then downing the rest of the pint which still was half full before doing so, he was so infuriating!

She turned and stocked off back toward the door to get a refill when Murphy entered, three pints in hand, "refill?" He asked with a smirk and smiled at his brother knowing he was under her skin.

"Don't mind if I do." She said, taking one, nodding and started gulping it down.

"Whoa, whoa slow down, your going to hurt yourself drinking it like that!" Murphy exclaimed.

She paused taking the pint down from her mouth, she had a small buzz by now but she could hold her own very well. "I sir are more Irish than you think and handle a great deal more than either of you would suspect!" She exclaimed, taking out another cigarette. Why was she letting him get to her in this way?

Conner took a beer from his brother with a grin, moving his now empty glass off to the side and taking a gulp of the fresh one. He watched her chug the drink with a raised eyebrow. She finished her little rant and he reached over and plucked the glass out of her hand, holding it above his head, way out of the small girl's reach. "But at this rate, you'll drink the pub out of Guinness and then you'll have some major problems to deal with," he said, holding the glass up higher as she reached for it. He grinned as she struggled to get back her drink, saying. "You don't want to see me completely sober," he teased, Keeley's attempts at getting her drink back amusingly futile.

Keeley stopped reaching for her drink and then stood there her arms crossed, her eyebrows raised. "Not going to give it back willingly?" She asked, Murphy leaned against the railing casually sipping his pint watching the scene in front of him. Conner shook his head a smirk upon his face.

She shrugged and said, "fine I guess it will have to be the hard way." Before she punched him the gut, he dropped the pint and she caught it, she stood there with a smirk now upon her face, "never mess with an Irish woman's Guinness." Murphy's eyes went wide and his mouth fell open shocked at what he had just seen. Conner let out an "Oof" as Keeley's fist connected with his stomach. Though it was packed with muscle, the force with which she punched him made him double over, his hand releasing the glass. In a swift motion, she caught the glass and took a gulp, a triumphant look on her face.

"Owe, she got you there bro. By the way nice punch." He said with a smile, Keeley turned and smiled at him.

"Thank you." She replied before taking another swig. He stood up, crushing the cigarette that had fallen out of his mouth with the heel of his work boot.http://www.booksiesilk.com/users/index.html

"You're going to pay for that," Conner said, glaring down at the tiny redhead. He lifted his beer to his lips and took a gulp. "I'd sleep with one eye open if I were you," he said before turning to look out over the countryside. Keeley laughed slightly and raised her eyebrows to Conner's comment. "Oh really? Is that a promise or a threat?" She asked sarcasm oozing in her voice. "Besides I never turn down a fight, I just let you off easy earlier." She had stepped forward and he could feel her hot breath upon his neck and it sent chills through him like electricty.

Conner grinned at Keeley, the twist to his lips threatening. "Whatever you prefer," he said, his eyes narrowed slightly and turning to face her, his elbows resting on the railing now. "And any respectable Irishwoman never turns down a fight. Just don't delude yourself in thinking that you could be any match for me." His words were deadly on the surface, but underneath he was only teasing her. While it was true that Conner could probably take Keeley in a fight, it was also true that it would be a very close fight. This slight girl was a little spitfire, and, when ticked off, a major force to be reckoned with.

Keeley licked her lips before finishing off the pint. "Well I wouldn't want to hurt you or damage your ego so we can go about this two ways, I could take you on, on that bet or we could see who can out drink one another. Which would you perfer?" She asked, eyebrows raised as she mocked him. Murphy slapped his hands together and rubbed them, "alright, now that's what I am talking about." He exclaimed, a smirk upon his face.

Conner grinned, the corners of his mouth turning up into a wicked smirk. "Fine," he said, "you can go ahead and start fighting a losing battle. But I don't want to rough up that pretty face of your's, so let's just stick with the drinking," he said. He narrowed his eyes and smirked, confident in his abilities to beat Keeley. She smirked and walked back into the pub. Murphy took a gulp of beer and turned to his brother a smile upon his face and shook his head not knowing who would win. Pure breed Irish men were hard to beat but they both knew some pure breed Irish women that they couldn't even hope of beating, it was going to be close. Murphy finished off his beer and sighed, "well I'd better get a few refills and then some."

He entered the pub and slipped to the side bar ordering drinks telling Shaun there was going to be a drink off and when Shaun asked between who and Murphy told him Shaun shook his head in disbelief and began to get the drinks ready as they waited for Conner to come in. Once he emerged he found his brother and Keeley standing at the bar waiting for him. He grinned his confident grin and walked up beside her, she waited, leaning against the bar, her elbows resting upon it behind her.

"Ready MacManus?" She asked.

 


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