Dear Readers,
This is the last installment of Her Irish Neighbor series. If you would like me to continue with their children I would be happy to do so. I'm also going to be posting some excerpts from novels I have started and new stories. Thank you for following along. I have relished immensely falling in love with these characters and shaping their future. I apologize for the long wait, so here it is, enjoy!
Yours truly,
Envy
The wedding hadn't gone as planned.
No, the caterer ran late, causing the reception to be delayed, there was a spot on Cassie's veil, and her parents were not able to make it due to her father having a heart attack.
Luckily her brother had shown up, saving Sean's father from doing the honor of walking her down the flower laden and fairy lit aisle.
But Cassie refused to cry, even after she stepped on her Cathedral veil, ripping the seam at her crown, almost tearing her tiara off her perfectly done plait.
Worrying her pink glossed lips, Cassie thought if her father was okay. She had learned of his heart attack two days before the wedding and she cried. Sean tried everything he could to console her but there was simply nothing to be done.
Every girl and woman wants their father to walk them down the aisle, to give them away to their future, to change their name.
Sean came up with the idea to have a separate ceremony in the states, being that they were in Ireland, so her family could see.
Cassie poked her head around the two perfectly placed trees and saw that her side of the ceremony was nearly empty; the weathered benches, made to look old, had only two filled while Sean's was nearly full. Only a few family members were able to make it, including her brother, and a select handful of friends, not counting her bridesmaids.
Taking a deep breath, Cassie asked Leah, her maid of honor, "How do I look?"
With tears in her eyes, Leah nodded, her short bob bouncing, while blubbering, "You look beautiful!"
Leah and Cassie had been neighbors and best friends ever since they were born, literally. Their parents used to joke of how Leah would pull on Cassie's hair when she was a baby while Cassie would throw her pacifier or bottle at Leah's head. And they were never separated since.
Her other best friends, Miley and Tara, were there also, posing as her bridesmaids. She had met them while in college; her and Tara graduated at the same time while Miley was still in school. Miley had recently broken up with her fiancé, and the man she'd been sleeping with for the past couple of weeks, who fawned over her every day, made the trip with her, not wanting to be away from her.
Cassie took a deep breath and put a smile on her well done made up face and hooked her arm through her brother's.
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Sean stood near the white arch that had hanging lilies and small white flowers he couldn't name.
He'd been holding his breath ever since the night before, not caring about his party or the way his friends checked out the bridesmaids as they walked down the aisle. No, all he could focus on was the entrance and how he couldn't wait to see his future wife.
He closed his eyes for a moment until the cue for the bride to walk down the aisle started playing from the live orchestra set far enough back to where they wouldn't overpower the ceremony.
Sean's eyes opened and his breath halted while his heart beat uncontrollably.
She was beautiful, gorgeous, striking in her simple white dress with a lace overlay. Her sash around her waist matched the colors she had chosen: pale pink and ivory.
Words can't describe how she looked to Sean.
Their eyes were only on each other as John escorted her.
Sean couldn't wait to get his hands on her.
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It felt like hours to Sean as the priest went on and on. He wasn't even paying attention to what Father George was saying. All he saw and felt was Cassie. Her sweet perfume was carried on the light breeze in the Irish Spring. He wanted so desperately to get closer to her, to feel her warm, trembling body near his.
Immediately his trouser pants became tight.
He didn't care if anyone saw the obvious bulge in his pants. Hell, it's been almost a week since they last made love, purposely waiting to make tonight special, their wedding night. Fuck the admonishing glares and the nasty coughs.
He only shrugged as his eyes were glued to Cassie's.
Her bottom lip was quivering and she bit it at least a hundred times, only turning him on even more. It took every ounce of his energy to not grab and take her right here, right now.
After the passing and receiving of the rings and the lighting of the matrimonial candles, it was finally time to kiss her.
He couldn't wait to taste those buttery soft, supple lips.
"I now pronounce you man and wife. You may kiss your bride," Father George recited and smiled, like he'd done a thousand other times.
Sean grabbed Cassie's arm roughly, maybe a little too rough considering the surprised gasp she gave, and kissed her, tongue and all.
She moaned into his mouth, just as greedy and ready as ever.
"I love you, Cassie McCauley," he whispered after they spent enough time devouring one another.
"I love you," she whispered back.
After that, they took their first steps as husband and wife.
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At the reception they danced and drank.
It was a party to the newlyweds.
Their hungry eyes constantly undressed one another, and they never strayed too far apart, keeping in close contact.
When it came time for their first dance, Sean kept Cassie close, letting her feel him through his tuxedo, wanting her to know just how much he loves her and needs her.
"Baby, I don't think I can wait any longer," he pleaded in her ear, making sure the guests couldn't hear his attempts of speeding the night up.
Cassie tilted her head back and smiled letting the song she figured would be right for their first dance, "Cross my heart," by George Strait, fill her mind.
Sean wasn't a country fan, preferring his old rock and hard rock, but he loved the way Cassie's eyes had lit up when she heard this song on the compilation cd made for wedding music. And so he agreed.
His fingers twisted in the sheer material that housed her luscious curves. He really could not wait.
And so, once their song was over and the clapping was done, he whisked her off the dance platform and onto the green grass. The sun was just setting, giving them the perfect chance to be hidden beneath the cover of the dim lights and low trees.
Pushing her up against a large tree away from the chatter and spectators, Sean kissed his new bride with all the energy he could muster.
"Sean, we should wait!" Cassie squealed as Sean's fingers teased the halter of her dress.
"Baby please? We've got every night for the rest of our lives to take it slow. It's our wedding for Christ's sake," Sean leaned in to nibble on her neck, right below ear where he knew she loved to be touched.
Cassie moaned, rolling her head back on the bark of the tree. She was at a crossroads. On one hand, she wanted to, and on the other, risk being caught. She shrugged and nodded.
