Authors: Jennifer Labelle
She was appalled that he would say something like that about a man that seemed so sweet.
“
That isn’t very nice,” she whispered in a hushed tone, and Brady laughed louder.
“
Jenna, love, that’s no regular neighbor. That’s my Da.”
“I’m kind of glad I didn’t know.” She blushed and then laughed. “Parents are a big deal, and it would have made me nervous.”
“No need to be, love. Now I’ve a throat on me, how ‘bout some wine?”
As they sat out in the open, she couldn’t remember the last time she’d had such a good time. It had been awhile anyway, and there were no regrets coming to Ireland. So much so she wanted to come back with Jayden sometime. He’d love it, and God, she missed him.
“Why the long face, love?”
“
Sorry,” she whispered. “I was just thinking about Jayden, my son. I miss him.” Shrugging she gave him a shy smile.
She could see the curiosity in his expression. She’d brought up her son a few times already but hadn’t really said much about him.
“
So then tell me ‘bout him, love, what’s Jayden like?”
The simple question was difficult to answer. How could she express Jayden in just a few words? She tried. “He’s a typical five-year-old. He’s amazing. Outgoing and carefree. He’s sweet and loving. He has a way about him that draws people in. He’s smart and unbelievably handsome, of course.” Then she laughed. “But he’s also a handful at times, very busy, and he gets into everything. A regular everyday pain in the butt sometimes, and he’s my greatest accomplishment, the best decision I’ve ever made, and he’s the love of my life.” When it came to Jayden there weren’t enough words to describe who he was or how much he meant.
“He’s a lucky boy, and he’s sounds just grand.”
* * * *
They packed up and headed inside. To Jenna’s embarrassment her stomach growled, letting her know it was time for dinner. It was the first time since she’d arrived in Dublin that she’d get a home cooked meal. Brady told her to put her feet up while he cooked, so she curled up in front of the fireplace and admired him from afar. It didn’t take long before the delicious aroma reached her, making her mouth water and stomach grumble again.
“
Is there anything I can help you with in there?”
“
No, love, but thank ye.”
He smiled, making her heart beat faster, with his piercing blue eyes that always made her hunger for just another look. He was a man who aimed to please. He cooked, cleaned, was considerate and dynamite in the sac. What more could a girl ask for? He’d kept the meal simple with pasta and salad, and she’d insisted on helping him with the clean up afterwards.
“The spaghetti was delicious, thank you.”
He smiled again, taking the last plate from her to dry and shook off the extra suds. Drips of water and soap suds flew through the air getting her wet in the process, and he laughed at her shocked expression.
“Oh, really,” she said in the mood to play. Taking the sprayer hose from the faucet, she turned it on and gave him a squirt. She laughed, and it was his turn to pause in shock.
She could tell by his expression that this meant war and made a run for it, laughing the whole way. She made it into the living room before he extended his arm to catch her, swooping her up as if she was feather light.
“
Got ye.”
They both laughed, but when she turned to face him, he became serious suddenly. She knew then that the games were over. He brushed a strand of hair from her face and pulled her towards him. Slowly moving his face closer, his eyes sparkled and completely absorbed hers.
The kiss started out slow, and she wanted him to take his time with it. She held back a groan when his mouth pulled away and pulled him tighter against her. Her adrenaline pumped faster, and she could feel the warmth coursing throughout her body. There was no thinking twice about it; her desire consumed her.
Pushing him against the wall, she kissed him hard, wanting him in that moment more than she’d ever wanted anything. She liked where this was going, liked being in control, needed it in that moment.
Placing her hands on his chest, she slowly moved them down his beautifully sculptured abs. “Stay,” she whispered, taking a step back so that he could watch as she unzipped her dress. It slowly slid to the floor exposing her bare breasts and the sexy black thong she wore. She kicked it out of the way, pulled his shirt off, and pressed herself against him again, flesh against flesh.
“
You’re the first man I’ve wanted in a long time,” she confessed, no longer feeling as vulnerable as she once had. “My first since Tyler left me.”
“
Jenna,” he moaned, flexing his hips forward. Her confession seemed to shock but flatter him. “I’m staking my claim, love. Do you hear? Ye’r mine now, as I am yers.”
Purring, she rubbed up against him to create friction against the heat of her core. Getting moister by the second, she lowered her head to lick and nip at his nipples, working her way down his stomach towards the cock that she ached for. She slowly pulled his zipper down.
“
No underwear what a pleasant surprise,” she said and gently pulled him out for her wet mouth to taste.
Angling him where she wanted, he gasped and moaned as her tongue circled the head. She took him as far back as she could over and over, swirling her tongue up and down his thick shaft, turned on even more with his rapid breathing and evident excitement. It made her feel powerful and sexy as hell to bring him so much pleasure.
“
Feck yesss,” he hissed. “Like that, oh, shite, Jenna…” He leaned back and closed his eyes, visibly enjoying the feel of her mouth on him.
She could tell he was close and cupped his balls while working him harder to take him over the edge. He placed his hands in her hair and began to flex his hips faster and faster to fuck her mouth. His orgasm rushed through him, and he roared her name in delight as she sucked every last drop down her throat.
It seemed to take him a minute to catch his breath before he swept her off of her feet and into the bedroom. “It’s time to return the favor,” he murmured, dropping her in the middle of the bed while he playfully nipped her thong between his teeth to discard it. She moaned as his head lowered, making him smile against her glistening lips.
“
Brady, please…”
She was breathless with need, lifting her hips as soon as his tongue took the first stroke. His slow deliberate circles taunted her. As soon as she was close, he drew back, going lower. His tongue slid through her folds tasting, savoring, and then stroking in and out as he fucked her with his tongue. She moaned again and then huffed as she reached out for him. Threading her fingers through his thick dark hair, she gave it a little tug to guide him where she needed him most to end the sweet torture.
He chuckled before he obliged the silent demand, the tip of his tongue applying pressure against her clit with sure, confident strokes to take her over the edge. She stroked her fingers back and forth through his hair, messaging his scalp as she rocked her hips and then screamed his name as the powerful force of the orgasm took over.
They made love and cuddled the rest of the night. When she woke up the next morning, she was happier than she’d been in such a long time. They’d had an amazing time the day before, and she was still in Brady’s arms. He was very attentive and treated her like she was the only one that mattered. Realizing she’d developed strong feelings for him was a scary thought.
It couldn’t be love
already, could it?
It was so soon. She felt a strong connection with him and being intimate had only ignited that spark a million times more. It was hard to explain, but she had never felt that type of chemistry before, not even with Tyler.
“
Mornin’.”
She smiled, pulling away from her thoughts. Having strong feelings for a man again was scary enough, but even worse was not knowing if he felt the same way and knowing she had to leave him eventually. She didn’t want to think about it anymore.
“
Good morning,” she greeted, pressing her naked body against his. She sucked on his bottom lip and smiled. “I think it’s time for more,” she murmured then kissed him, preparing herself for whatever he was able to give her.
Chapter Twenty
Her memories of the next few days were purely physical. It was like once they started, they just couldn’t help themselves no matter where they were. Her hotel room was no different.
“Brady, stop.” Laughing hard, she was short of breath. She tackled him, pinning his hands on the bed above his head, and then she straddled him.
She’d noticed his focus setting on the rise and fall of her breasts as she tried to get her breath back, making her smile. They’d been messing around like children, chasing, teasing, and wrestling each other, all in fun. She was exactly where she wanted to be.
“Ugh, I wish you didn’t have to go. I’m going to miss you.” She pouted, smiling when he rolled on top to give her a kiss.
“
Ye could come with me, ye know. I haven’t been to the boozer in a couple days. I’m bound to lose my job if I keep missin’.”
“I know, and I would come. It’s just that I haven’t seen Sam in a couple days. Caleb’s going with you, leaving her alone, and I feel guilty for neglecting her. Although the time has been wonderful, and I hope to have much more of this before I leave.”
“From now until the time ye have to go, ye can have ‘em all, love.”
She nodded and snuggled closer. “Will I see you later?”
“It’ll be late, but if ye’ll have me, I’ll be back here as soon as I can.”
“
I’ll be here.” She kissed him, reluctant to let him go when all she wanted was to tie him up and have her way with him again and again. The door closed quietly in front of her, and it already felt empty without him there, but she’d made a promise to herself. It was time for Sam. She couldn’t wait to dish out on how well it was going.
Sam was pretty quiet when she came to the door. Something was up, and it couldn’t have been very good.
“Are you okay?”
Sam tried to change the subject. “No Brady tonight?” She flopped on the bed dramatically.
“Um, no, he’s at work, but you knew that because Caleb’s with him.”
“I have a feeling that I’m starting to regret spending so much time with Caleb,” she whispered.
Something was definitely up. She wouldn’t even look Jenna in the eye. “Okay, Sam, spill it. None of this makes any sense. When I saw you a few days ago you were on cloud nine and couldn’t get enough of him. What could have possibly changed in a matter of days? Has he hurt you?”
“Of course not,” she snapped. “I guess I just miss our girl time. I think I need some.”
With a burst of excitement Jenna helped Sam up, forcing her to get out of bed. “That’s what I’m here for. You want to go see the guys at the pub, or would you rather do something else?”
“Something else.”
They wound up taking a nightly stroll, sticking close to the hotel. Sam was still unusually quiet, and it started to piss Jenna off that she wouldn’t open up, especially after how pushy Sam had been with her in the past.
“Okay, Sam, this is ridiculous. Your silence is driving me insane. You need to start talking.”
“Jenna, you’re the one that’s being ridiculous. Like I don’t have enough to worry about, now I have to put up with your intrusion. I’m late. Are you happy now?”
Jenna gasped. Sam never snapped at her like that. “Late?”
“Yes, Jenna, late, as in my menstrual cycle. I’ve never been late before, and it’s scaring the crap out of me. The condom broke that first night with Caleb, and, well, the last person before him had been quite awhile ago so I wasn’t on the pill. I’m sure it’s a false alarm. Hell, I’m praying it is, but I’m still freaked out.”