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

the guys offering me a go at the joint again. I turned with a floppy smile, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. I could barely focus clearly on the person standing in front of me.

But when reality registered, it hit me like a jolt.

It was Brendan Doherty. He was right there. In his leather jacket and all. Hands tucked into the pockets with a handsome smile on his face, looking me up and down.

“You look like you’re having fun all by yourself,” he said.

What? Had he been watching me swaying to the music alone?

I felt embarrassed. I couldn’t find the words to say to him. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t usually this dumbfounded. Usually, I had a lot to say.

“I…uhh…” I must have sounded like a bumbling drunk idiot, but for some reason, Brendan chose to stay. His entourage was nowhere in sight.

When I glanced over his shoulders, I noticed how there were other people staring at us. Everyone was curious why Brendan had chosen to come over and talk to the weird girl who hadn’t spoken to anyone else at the party.

“It’s okay, it’s cool. You enjoy your own company,” he said.

His smile was so handsome I almost melted to a puddle right then. At least I didn’t feel so high anymore. He had somehow managed to pull me back to a more sober state.

“I usually do, yes. Nobody else is nearly as funny,” I replied. I was finally able to formulate words. Brendan smiled at that.

“Okay, tell me a joke,” he said, arching his sharp dark brows.

What had I done? I panicked. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks. Here was this guy—this perfect male specimen—and he expected me to make him laugh. I had nothing. I drew a complete blank.

“Michael Jackson moon walks into a bar,” I said.

“What?”

“That’s it. That’s my joke.”

Then he broke into a rip-roaring laugh.

That memory hit me like a slap on the face while Brendan’s mouth moved over mine. Four years later and he was kissing me. I was in his arms. My ultimate fantasy of making out with Brendan Doherty came true and I melted. I was transported back to being that same giddy teenager with a crush on the local ‘bad boy’.

I put my hands on his chest and pushed. That broke up our kiss.

He stepped away from me, looking surprised. I was surprised by my own actions too. The kiss was good. The kiss was great. There was nothing wrong with the kiss.

But there was something wrong with me, right?

I was a mother now. I was an adult with jobs and responsibilities.

Surely, I would have been able to resist falling into that same trap again—falling for Brendan with just one look. One handsome smile.

“What’s going on?” he asked, brushing a hand through his hair.

His hairstyle was different now, a little less showy, but still smart. His face was more mature, he was more muscular. He appeared bigger now somehow. Towering over me.

Was I blushing? I could feel my cheeks going very hot.

How could he reduce me to nothing all over again? Four years later, hadn’t I grown up at all? Did I learn nothing from the last time?

He was a guy who took what he wanted and then threw it away when he was done playing. As for me, he left a mark on my mind despite how short our interaction had been. To him, it had meant nothing. He was just having fun. But to me, it had meant everything.

Brendan was the guy of my dreams—well, maybe not, because I’d never dreamt of a guy like him. He was more than that.

I wiped a hand over my mouth, glaring back at him.

“I don’t…”

“Want to do this?” he asked.

I couldn’t make myself nod. I couldn’t make myself agree with him. If I told him I wanted out, he would let me leave. He wouldn’t hold me back by force. And then I’d miss my chance. Was that what I wanted?

That was what I should have done.

“I don’t know what I want,” I murmured. It was the truth.

Brendan smiled, then stepped up closer to me again. Slowly, he reached for my wrists and then lifted my arms up above my head. Before I knew what he was going to do next, he pushed me up against the wall, pinning my arms there.

“Why don’t I give you a sample sized taste and then you can decide. Try before you buy, right?” he said.

I was in heaven.

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She tasted too sweet to pass up.

Whatever it was that was holding her back at first, dissolved after we started kissing. And even though she stopped, it was only temporary. When I pinned her up against the wall, it was a done deal after that.

Rosalie purred like a cat when I undid her jeans and peeled them down her legs. With one hand still holding her wrists up above her head, I pushed my hand down her panties. She sighed when my fingers found her swollen clit.

She was already hot and wet for me.

I leaned my face close to hers again, and this time, she was the one who lunged for me, kissing me fiercely.

Our mouths mashed together roughly while my fingers slipped into her dripping wet pussy. My cock throbbed in my pants. I knew I wanted more. I wanted to be inside her, feel that tight pussy around my cock, but for now my fingers would have to do.

My thumb rubbed her clit while my fingers thrust in and out of her.

She pulled her mouth away from me for air and I smirked. Her eyes were wide—almost like she was in shock at what was happening.

I couldn’t believe it either. I couldn’t believe she could feel this good. I knew I wanted her from the moment I saw her, but I didn’t expect it to be this perfect.

She rolled her hips to the rhythm of my thrusts. My fingers were covered in her juices and