When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

Blaecleah Brothers 8

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 41,202
12 Ratings (4.9)

[Siren Publishing: The Stormy Glenn ManLove Collection: Erotic Romance, Contemporary, Alternative, Romantic Suspense, MM, HEA]

After forty-five years, Ma and Da Blaecleah are going back to Ireland and they are taking the whole family with them. But no trip is without its troubles. Ma is anxious about seeing her parents after all this time, Da is terrified that someone will try to keep her in Ireland, one of their family members disappears, and Lachlan and Asa may have found the treasure at the end of the rainbow.

The Blaecleahs have a lot of experience banding together when trouble comes their way, but this time they can't call on the Cade Creek Cavalry. They only have themselves to rely on, and a few new friends they meet along the way. Now, if they could only find out who is kidnapping people.

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When Irish Eyes Are Smiling
12 Ratings (4.9)

When Irish Eyes Are Smiling

Blaecleah Brothers 8

Siren-BookStrand, Inc.

Heat Rating: Sextreme
Word Count: 41,202
12 Ratings (4.9)
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Donnell Blaecleah was less than pleased that they were going back to Ireland, especially since they were taking the entire family. He didn't mind going on vacation with them. He even looked forward to it. It was the whole going back to Ireland thing he had a problem with.

When he had run away with Alani all those years ago, he knew going back would be dicey. The warrant for his arrest that had been issued every single year since then proved that. It didn't matter that Alani's brother Daley had been the one to make sure the warrant was reissued every year. Her parents still knew about it.

He would be the first to admit he held a lot of resentment toward them. They had tried to force Alani to marry some old codger, even after they discovered she was pregnant with their son. They hadn't cared that he was the biological father. He hadn't been good enough because he didn't come from money.

There was a part of him that always felt as if he wasn't good enough for Alani. She was sweet, kind, and loving. Loyal to a fault. She had agreed to run away with him and she had stood by his side for most of his life.

She was an angel sent from heaven.

His angel.

He refused to give her back.

Donnell set the last suitcase on the floor next to the front door and then headed for the kitchen where he knew he'd find Alani. "Everything is ready to go in the morning, love. We just have to load it up in the car before we go to bed."

"Thank you, dear." Ma didn't even look up from the food she was cooking on the stove. "Can you set the table? The boys should be here soon and dinner is just about ready."

"I can't believe you're cooking a huge meal the night before we fly to another country."

"We still have to eat, Donnell."

They did, but she didn't have to make a big meal for every member of their family. That was a lot of work for her. Donnell would help, but he knew better than to get in her way. That was how you got whopped with a wooden spoon.

He grabbed plates and utensils for everyone in the family and then carried them into the dining room. He really did need to think about making Ma a new table. It only sat fourteen comfortably, eighteen if they squeezed in like sardines. There were almost twenty members of their close family. If they had guests, it was standing room only.

Donnell pulled out the extra chairs, including their only granddaughter's highchair. Their grandsons Niall and Aidan were old enough to sit in booster seats, but baby Alani was only two and a half. It was easier to keep her contained when eating, both on whoever was feeding her and the poor sap tasked with cleaning up after her when she was done.

After he was done setting the table, Donnell grabbed the salt and pepper shakers, the butter, and glasses for everyone. He was an old hand at this, having set the table more nights than he cared to remember. The boys used to do it when they were growing up, but they had been adults now for a very long time, leaving the task to their Da.

He didn't mind.

"How many hot pads, Ma?"


Donnell grabbed the black metal hot pads out of the cabinet drawer and set them in the middle of the table before walking back into the kitchen. "Anything I can carry into the dining room for you?"

"Grab the mashed potatoes and then come back for the roast."

"Yes, dear."

The smells inside the kitchen were making his mouth water. While he had fallen in love with Alani due to her generous heart and the twinkle of laughter in her eyes, he had lucked out when she learned to cook. It had been a few hard years until the pampered princess of the Keegan family had learned to read a recipe. Until she did, he'd eaten a few things he still couldn't identify.

Donnell carried the large pot of mashed potatoes to the table and then went back for the roast. By the time he did, Ma was pulling the gravy off the stove.

"There's salad in the fridge."

Donnell opened the fridge and grabbed the bowl of salad she had made. Ma didn't simply toss a bunch of lettuce around. She cut up cherry tomatoes she had grown herself, added cucumber, and sometimes sliced mandarin oranges. It was a weird combination, but it worked.

The door opened just as he put the last of the food on the table and his family starting walking in. Donnell took his place at the head of the table, with Alani sitting down on his left hand side as she always did. It was her spot. It was closest to his heart.

Donnell glanced over when he felt Alani's hand rest over the top of his. She nodded toward their family members as they came in and took their seats.

"That's why we'll be back here in a week," she said. "This is where we belong."

Donnell had no argument for that.





They were several hours into their flight and Asa was bored out of his mind. Lachlan was stretched out as far as he could go, his arms crossed and his eyes closed. Asa was pretty sure he wasn't sleeping because there was no snoring.

Asa nudged Lachlan and then leaned close to whisper in his ear, "Want to become part of the mile high club?"

"Can't," Lachlan said without even opening his eyes. "Rourke and Billy are in there joining the club right now."

Well, damn.

He glanced out the window, but all he could see were clouds.

Fuck, he was bored.

"How much more time do we have in the air?"

"About four more hours," Lachlan replied.

Asa groaned. "I might not survive that long."

Lachlan opened his eyes and held up his hand to signal the flight attendant.

"What are you doing?" Asa whispered.

"I thought you could do with some shuteye."

Asa frowned. "I'm not tired."

He hadn't yawned once.

"Oh, yes, you are."

"No, I'm—" Asa's jaw dropped. "You can't...not here." He sat up a little straighter in his seat and looked around. Even with a blanket, everyone would know what they were doing. He was sure of it. Could he be arrested for letting his husband jerk him off on a plane?

"Yes, sir?" the flight attendant asked when she reached them.

"Can I get a couple of blankets and pillows?"

"Of course, sir. Would you like an eye mask as well?"

"Eye mask?"

The flight attendant smiled. "On our long distance flights, the airline provides eye masks to those who want them. They help cut down on the lights so people can sleep. They all come individually wrapped in their own packages."

"Yes, please, but only one." Lachlan beamed as he gestured to Asa. "He'll need one."

Asa waited until the flight attendant walked away before turning to look at his husband "What are you going to do with an eye mask?"

"Put it on you," Lachlan said with a totally straight face.

Asa wasn't even going to ask.

When the flight attendant came back with the items Lachlan had requested, he asked. "How much longer on our flight?"

"About four hours," the woman replied before she smiled. "Plenty of time for you to get in a nap. With the time difference, you'll probably need it."

Asa had totally forgotten about that. They were basically flying to the other side of the planet. There was about an eight hour time difference. When they landed around five o'clock in the evening in Ireland, it would be about nine in the morning back home.

The time difference wouldn't be so bad while going on vacation, but Asa suspected getting back into the groove of things when they returned to the ranch was going to give them more than one sleepless night.

Still, it was worth it to spend a week in beautiful Ireland with his husband and family. It had been a long time since they had gone off to do something, and they usually had to leave someone at home to man the ranch. This time, they had called in a few favors so they could all go, even the kids.

Lachlan handed him one of the blanket and a pillow. "Get comfortable."

"Lachlan." Asa wasn't sure about this.

"Just do it. I promise no one will see."

Still wasn't sure.

He glanced around again, but most of the people on the airplane seemed to be sleeping themselves or reading or watching something on their phones. The overhead lights had been turned down low and the murmur of conversations was low.


Asa set the pillow against the window and the side of seat and then shook the blanket out and covered himself, making sure the blanket was pulled up to his shoulders. When he glanced over, Lachlan had his pillow behind his head and his blanket pulled up to his chest. The eye mask dangled from his finger.

"You really want me to put this on?"

Lachlan grinned.

Asa sighed as he took the mask and pulled it over his head. He was kind of impressed that these things were supplied by the airline considering they really did block out all of the light. He couldn't see a damn thing.

"Lay your head on the pillow, love, and don't make a sound."

"This is crazy, Lany."

Lachlan's voice was close to his ear when he replied. "You married a cowboy, Asa. I warned you it was going to be a wild ride."

Asa hissed when Lachlan's hand moved under the blanket, coming to rest over his cock, which hardened up with a single touch. Lachlan Blaecleah had had that ability since the night they first met when Lachlan had saved him from a beat down. One look, one touch, and Asa was hard as a rock. His erection strained painfully behind his zipper.

He nearly jumped out of his skin when Lachlan fumbled with that zipper, freeing his cock and curling his firm hand around him. His thumb slipped over the head of Asa's cock, giving him a natural lube to use as he stroked his hand harder, letting his fingers play over Asa's balls on the down-stroke.

Asa thrust his hips, sending his cock further into Lachlan's tight grip as the man began stroking him from root to tip. He ran his thumb over the moist head again, smearing the pre-come around and squeezing lightly.

Asa bit his lip to keep from making any noise...or begging for more.

It didn't take long before his balls were pulling up tight. A web of arousal spun around him as Lachlan squeezed his shaft, his thumb caressing over the leaking head. Asa hissed when he felt the tingle shooting up his spine

"Fuck!" Ambrose groaned through clenched teeth. His dick jerked wildly and pumped ropes of cum into the napkin held over the head of his cock.

He barely registered Lachlan cleaning him up and tucking him back into his pants, but the sound of his zipper going up had him raising his head and pushing the eye mask up to his forehead.

"Better?" Lachlan asked.

Asa nodded absently.

"Good." Lachlan leaned in to brush a kiss to his ear. "Now, maybe you can sleep through the rest of the flight.

Asa snorted. His body felt like jelly. He was so relaxed, he doubted he'd be able to get excited if the plane caught on fire.

Lachlan's lips brushed his ear again. "You can take care of me when we get to our hotel room. I packed the lube in my carry-on."

Okay, now Asa was hard again.

This was going to be a very long flight.

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