Page 27 of Naughty Irish Fate
Chapter Ten
Rooker
“Heads.” Bronwyn whispers with her eyes blazing up into mine.
Fuck, I am stupid for this woman.
Ought to have left that first night when I couldn’t take my eyes off her. Or the next after she flirted with that dick. Even today I had a chance to walk way like I ought to have.
Now I doubt I can walk away from her at all.
Not sure what her flip was for tonight—for me it was to have another night with her beneath me—but I know it’s important. Watching her eyes light up as we call it together is so fucking beautiful I can’t look away.
I don’t know how to do this. I won’t pretend to be romantic or like I’d been looking for her all this time. But, maybe I really was. Because just as my brother had warned, since I found Wyn, I don’t feel so lost. Don’t feel like I have searching still left to do.
I can’t tell Bronwyn how I feel.
At least, not until I know I won’t let her down. Until I know I can give her the promises I said I never would. As I watched her chat with Trudi, I saw a battle waging in her. In us both, really.
We wanted something we never thought we might find. We wanted this thing together even if it scared us both. Neither of us knew what the hell we were doing. And we weren’t trying to fool one another that we did.
Being at her side all night, watching her come back to me a little at a time after retreating earlier left me no doubt. Bronwyn’s become my siren call. With her bright eyes and sweet laughter, her shy smiles and a spirit full of light I can’t imagine something else calling to me the way she does.
“What’s our wager, sailor?” Her teeth bite at her bottom lip as her eyes peer up at me in the darkness.
“More. Always wager for more, my beautiful baby.” It's still early with a few patrons lingering but I don’t give a shit.
Clearly, neither does she. Her apron is gone, she’s around the bar and we’re headed for the stairs before I know it. I share a look with Trudi—who waves us on with a smirk—silently thanking her for letting us sneak out.
Once her door slams shut behind us, I have her against it. Shoving her dress up and ripping her panties down, I drop to my knees. I hook both arms around her sexy thighs, hoisting her up with her legs dangling off my shoulders.
“Please... please... Rook!” My mouth covers her pussy and her cries make my dick ache. I want to please her, want to claim her, want to give her everything and take it all back from her. Over and over again.
“Pussy tastes so good, so juicy and sweet,” I suck at her clit and shove two fingers inside her, lapping at her lips, “Never fucking enough. Crave your taste on my tongue.” Her thighs go tight around my shoulders as her body slams against the door.
I lick her and bite her swollen pearl, fingers curling to pump into her tightness. Bronwyn comes shouting my name. Before she stops shaking, I am on my feet, ripping her dress from her.
Leaving not an inch of her skin forgotten, I kiss her, bite her, and suck at her sweet flesh as if I can somehow brand her as mine. Even if I know I can’t tell her it's what I want. Not yet.
Somehow, we make it to the bed. Bronwyn shoves me beneath her, drops to her knees on the bed between my legs and swallows my cock with a greedy slurp. I tangle her short hair in my hands and watch her bob her head, swirl her tongue, suck me slow and deep.
“Fuck that’s a beautiful sight, baby.” Within moments I feel my orgasm barrel through me. I tug her gently off my dick, dragging her up to straddle me.
It’s been hot and heavy from the first moment I touched her. This feels different. After the intense moments on the boat, it feels desperate. Anxious. As if we’re both seeking something. Chasing it.
“Need you inside me. Please, baby.” Bronwyn pleads, rubbing her soaked cunt against my throbbing cock.
Hands digging into her hips, I lift her a little, angle my hips beneath her and slam her down on my cock. Bronwyn screams and shudders, falling against my chest. Coming so hard and so heavy her thighs and my cock get soaked with it.
“Jesus, that’s it beautiful baby. Give me all of it. It’s all fucking mine.” I growl, pounding up into her as she plants her hands on my chest and pants against my mouth.
Kissing me hard, biting at my lip, she moans and tells me she is mine. And I’m hers. In this moment, we both know it’s true. I fuck her like I can prove something. Prove to us both it can be true.
Bronwyn comes again, clawing at my chest and begging me to make her remember. Make sure she never forgets what it feels like to be mine. I don’t like the tightness in her voice. Don’t like how ready she seems to let go. Not when I’m balls deep inside her with no plans to ever fucking leave.
Locking gazes, we slow down suddenly. As if instead of chasing something fleeting, we want to drown in it together. Sliding deep and staying there, I hold those silver eyes. Lock our hands together above her head.
For the first time, we really, truly, make love.
