Brendan (The Doherty Mafia Book 4) by Kasey Krane (summer reads TXT) 📗

Spending time with Davey that night brought back memories of what had happened in the past. An experience in my own childhood that had left me feeling too emotionally crippled to handle a child around me.

But somehow, I was able to forget all about that with him. Davey and I fell into a natural rhythm. We were able to make each other laugh. Even Rosalie wasn’t invited or included in our little circle.

After dinner was over, I suggested that maybe it was time to go to bed. It was nearly midnight and he had been yawning for a while—fighting sleep.

Davey looked at his mother and then at me.

“I want you to read me stories and tuck me in,” he said, pointing at me.

Rosalie looked relieved—probably just happy that he was even agreeing to go to sleep.

This was the first time in many many years—since I was a kid myself, that I sat down by the bedside of a child and read a storybook. Then a second and third one. Davey was still fighting sleep but eventually he gave up and nodded off.

Rosalie appeared at the door a few minutes later when she noticed I’d stopped reading the books. I sat there next to Davey for a little while longer while she came around and gave him a kiss on the forehead.

There was something so peaceful about watching him sleep. He looked so safe and comfortable. Like he was absolutely sure that no harm would come to him. That the adults in the house would keep him safe.

Rosalie and I looked at each other in the dim light of Davey’s room. She still seemed worried. She had every reason to.

The creepy weirdo from the bar had freaked her out and scared her son.

Together, we stepped out of Davey’s room and I reached for her hand.

“He’s going to be okay. He has you, he loves you,” I said.

I noticed how Rosalie had tears in her eyes again. She nodded.

“Thank you for doing this for me, for him…I know I’ve been rude to you and pushed you away. You have no reason to be here.”

I stepped up closer to her, holding her hand to my chest now. She had no idea how I felt about her. She had no idea how much I wanted her, no matter how hard she tried to push me away. It only made me want her more.

“I know how you can make it up to me,” I said.

For the first time that whole night, Rosalie looked up at me and smiled.

I laid Rosalie down on her bed, and she opened herself up to me like a flower would.

I pulled her leggings off, which I’d been wanting to do all day. Then her sweater. My cock hardened at the sight of her in nothing but her lacey lingerie.

She reached for me, pushing my shirt up to feel my abs. I took down my pants, then crawled up between her legs.

She spread her legs wide open while I hooked a finger on the strip of her panties. I pushed it to the side so I could taste her. Rosalie moaned and rolled her hips while my mouth took possession of her tight tasty pussy.

She wrapped her long slender legs around my neck while I stroked and massaged her with my mouth.

“Yes. Yes. Yes!” she whispered, apparently trying to control the rising rush in her voice.

She thrusted her hips up, pushing her pussy harder into my face. I grabbed her chunky thighs, digging my thumbs into her flawless skin. I pushed her back on the bed, pinning her down with one hand while I flicked her clit with my tongue.

I’d give her as much time as she needed to come. I just wanted to make her feel good. I just wanted to make her feel safe with me.

I tasted and sucked her for a while longer until she cried out my name and her cream squirted straight into my mouth. I tasted her on my lips and kept licking her damp swollen pussy folds.

When I straightened up, Rosalie’s eyes were heavy and dark. She was breathing hard with her mouth open, trying to catch her breath.

“Show me your tits,” I commanded. It came out like a roar.

She moved quickly, eager to please me, unhooking her bra and throwing it to the floor. Her big juicy tits were now in my view. She had thick rosy nipples that stuck out with desire, firm and proud.

I bent over her, squeezing one nipple between my fingers while taking the other one in my mouth and sucking.

“Brendan…” she said my name like she was begging for something, pushing herself up into me again.

I fell down on her with all my weight, covering her with my body while I sucked and licked her nipples, caressing the rest of her milky smooth skin.

She moved underneath me, wrapping her legs and arms around me so she could be as close to me as possible.

That was what I wanted too.

To be stuck to her.

“Brendan, please…” she whispered. I pulled away from her tits to look at her again.

“Tell me what you want, Rosalie.”

“I want your cock inside me. Just fill me, please,” she begged.

Finally, we were on the same page.

Twenty-One

Rosalie

Brendan had me pinned down to the bed underneath him. It was exactly where I wanted to be. Where I needed to be. And he felt so good on top of me. I loved feeling the weight and strength of him. Watching the way his muscles moved and tightened as he used my body for his pleasure.

He straightened up, planting his knees on either side of me. My legs dangled off the edge of the bed. His cock was right there between his muscular thighs. Big and hard. He stroked himself and I reached for my pussy too.

I was so wet for him.

With one quick move, before I knew what he was about to do, Brendan pulled my panties off.

He guided