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

his cock to my pussy and stroked me with it. Up and down he slid, his tip entered me, but only for a second. I hated and loved how he teased me. My body was on fire. I just wanted to scream. I’d already forgone all my ego, begging him to put his cock inside me.

Brendan moved slowly at first, teasing me with his cock rubbing my pussy. He looked up, hooking his deep green gaze on me as he pushed into me fully.

It felt so good, I moaned loud. We both looked down to watch the way his cock thrusted inside me. Watching it happen made it even sexier. He was fucking me. Hard. His cock went all the way in, stroking those pulsating walls of my pussy that needed to feel his full length.

He held my thighs apart so he could plow me the way he wanted to. There was no holding him back anymore.

We moaned together, moved together, came together. He stretched out over me when he exploded inside. I could feel his seed sowing deep. Once again.

I felt a wave of panic rise up. What if he got me pregnant again?

Would that be such a bad thing?

Did I secretly want another Doherty baby? Was that why I refused to stop sleeping with him, even though I knew it was wrong?

I didn’t want to think about those things—all the wrong decisions I made.

I just wanted to focus on how good it felt to have Brendan inside me, to feel him lose all control. A man like him. I reduced him to rubble.

He didn’t pull out of me for a while, but just stretched out over me, pressing me down with the full strength of his big body.

I shouldn’t have been hugging him either. It was too dangerous.

The last thing I needed was to catch feelings for the father of my baby who I wanted out of my life.

He looked into my eyes, forcing me to look back at him.

“Do you feel better now?” he asked.

I had to smile. I did actually feel better. I hadn’t thought about the creepy stalker this whole time.

So just like the previous night, when I had laid in bed next to Brendan after he ravished my body—I was doing it again.

My confusions and contradictory thoughts had still not left me.

I didn’t know what to do.

He made me feel safe, he made me feel good…he made Davey happy. So was Mom right in saying that I needed to give him a chance? That I needed to test the waters and see if he would sink or swim in a family setting?

But I didn’t want to play with Davey.

If I involved Brendan in our lives—if he even wanted to be involved in it—then I would be involving Davey too.

I looked over at Brendan while he stared at the ceiling. I could sense there was something on his mind. I rolled over and rested my head on his wide chest, breathing in that familiar sexy scent of him.

“Do you want to tell me what you’re thinking?” I asked coyly.

It sounded silly to my ears. Wasn’t that something a girl asked when she was suspicious or desperate for a guy’s attention?

But I genuinely wanted to know what was on his mind.

He planted a kiss on my head and gently stroked my bare arms.

“I need to find the asshole and make sure he knows he can’t come near you or Davey,” Brendan said.

What?

He was thinking about my stalker?

Just when I’d managed to forget about him by pushing him to the back of my head.

“Let’s not talk about him right now,” I said.

“I need to keep you safe,” he said in a hollow voice.

Brendan had stopped stroking my arm. In fact, it seemed like he was lying completely still next to me. Like he may even have forgotten I was there beside him.

“I appreciate your concern, but I’m sure I overreacted. He was just some loony…this sort of thing happens in New York all the time, right?” I said.

Suddenly, it felt like our roles had reversed. I was the one trying to console Brendan. He had a crazed look in his eyes. His thoughts were far away.

Slowly, he shook his head.

“It’s not going to happen again. I have to keep you safe,” he said.

“Again? Brendan, what are you talking about?” I jerked away from him, sitting up in the bed.

He stared at the ceiling, still shaking his head.

“I have to come up with a plan to keep Davey safe.”

“Brendan!” I shouted, trying to snap him out of whatever daze he was in.

Finally, it worked. He looked at me with his jaws clenched tightly. Angrily.

“What are you talking about? Will you tell me?” I asked.

There was something he struggled with. I reached for his hand, weaving my fingers with his. “You can tell me, Brendan,” I said.

He took his time to come clean about what he was hiding.

Maybe he wasn’t exactly hiding it from me. It seemed like this was something he just never spoke about with anybody.

“My mother died when we were kids. I have five brothers, we were all kids when this happened. She was murdered,” he said.

I gasped before I could stop myself. My hands rose up to my mouth in shock and horror. This wasn’t something anybody had told me about the Dohertys. Had Petra known?

He glanced at me and shook his head.

“Yeah, that happened,” he said bitterly.

I reached for his arm, stroking him gently.

“Brendan, I’m so sorry. That couldn’t have been easy.”

Was that why he was so worried about keeping me safe? Because he felt like he hadn’t been able to protect his mother from being murdered?

“Anyway, that fucked me up in a whole different way. We could talk all night about it. But something else happened a year later…something I was responsible for.”

I couldn’t say anything. I just waited for him to continue with his story. I was curious and at the same time, I felt sorry for him.