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

I gasped with joy and he groaned with satisfaction.

That was exactly where we were always supposed to be. Intertwined with each other.

Brendan held on to my hips while I bounced on his lap, sucking him deeper and deeper inside me. My breasts bounced too, right in front of his face. He stared at them, like he couldn’t look away.

His cock filled me, deep and thickly. When his fingers found my clit and he started stroking lovingly, slowly, gently—I couldn’t hold back any longer.

I was about to come. Quickly. Hard.

And I knew I didn’t need to hold back. I could have him again if I wanted to. He wasn’t going anywhere.

I moaned, arching backwards as I allowed myself to come. Brendan held on to me tightly while I swayed, revealing in the ecstasy of complete abandon. Then he shot his seed inside me too, growling with every long thrust inside me. He filled me with his come and once again, I couldn’t help but wonder if we could make another baby.

Brendan pulled me into his arms once we were done. I was still on his lap and I laid my head on his chest. He weaved his fingers into my hair.

“I feel like I should warn you,” he said.

His eyes were dark and troubled when I looked at him, although I knew what he was about to say.

“It’s not going to be an easy path to take if you decide to be with me. If you decide you want me to be a part of Davey’s life too. I’m not sure what it looks like on the outside, but it’s not easy being a Doherty. The dangers severely outweigh the perks.”

I had to smile at that.

It was an understatement.

I nodded. “And if I’m being honest with you, Brendan, I don’t know anything about this world other than what I have experienced today. When I thought I came so close to losing my son. So yeah, my first impressions about the life you lead are not exactly rainbow-colored.”

Brendan’s hands gently stroked my back and my hair, distracting me from the conversation. I could feel desire rising in me again. Would I ever stop wanting this man?

Nobody else would ever match up.

“But I have been in love with you for four years and I don’t have a hope of ever falling out of love,” I added.

He looked confused by that.

“You didn’t figure it out?” I asked. “The reason why I kept pushing you away, and the reason why I didn’t find you and tell you about Davey…all that. It was because it was love at first sight for me. And I was rejected by you once, and I didn’t want to go through that again.”

“I never rejected you, Rosalie,” he said, grabbing my chin, pulling me closer so he could kiss me.

Our mouths met and once again, I melted. There was no stopping me while this guy was around.

“Yeah, well I thought you’d rejected me, and as the months went by and even though I found out I was carrying your child and you weren’t around…I never got over you. I could never replace you or that night we shared. I know it sounds crazy. Holding on to something like that for four years but…”

He interrupted me. “I know how that feels, because even though I wasn’t fully conscious of it, it was how I felt too. I always knew, at the back of my head, that through the drunken haze of those years, I had actually stumbled upon something real.”

We kissed again. This time even softer. Even more tenderly.

I felt a spark of sudden happiness, like I had never experienced before. I was safe. Davey was safe. I was with the man I loved and maybe he loved me too.

“And you’re never going back to that damned bar or the diner again. You don’t have to work another day in your life if you don’t want to,” he added.

I was proud. I didn’t want to rely on him or anyone for my livelihood, but going to college was something that I’d always wanted to do. It would be a dream come true. Additionally, I had wanted nothing more than to spend time with my son. If I didn’t have to do multiple shifts in a day, I would actually be able to do that. I would be able to raise Davey the way I had always wanted to.

So, I nodded in agreement. I liked Brendan’s plan.

We made grilled cheeses and ate them at the kitchen table. We even considered waking up Davey and offering him some food, but when we checked on him, he looked so cozy and peaceful that we let him sleep.

I couldn’t remember feeling this content. Ever.

As intimidating as it was to become a part of the Doherty family, it was also fulfilling. I would never feel this safe anywhere else.

And no other man would satisfy me the way he did.

“Do you ever want to meet your biological father?” Brendan asked as we sat beside each other at the kitchen table. He was shirtless and my eyes kept drifting to his chiseled naked torso.

I shrugged and then nodded. “Sometimes. And it horrified me that Davey would want to meet you too, someday. I didn’t know how I would tell him the truth. How I would face you. If you would even want to see him. I lived my life in a constant state of panic, guilt and looking over my shoulder. Nobody knew about you. I hadn’t even told my friends who Davey’s father was.”

Brendan’s eyes were on me and I liked being watched by him, scrutinized by him. I didn’t want to keep any secrets from him. I wanted him to know me inside-out.

“And what about you? Do you think you can be around kids now? Do you think you will ever forgive yourself for everything that happened in your family