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

I pushed them deeper into her. She thudded lightly against the wall with every thrust of my hand. Her breath fell on my face.

“Sorry about the hard sell, have I convinced you yet?” I asked.

Her breath was harsh and heavy and I could see she was close to the edge of coming. I thrusted harder, rubbing her clit the way I knew would make her come for me.

Rosalie tipped her head back, pressing her eyes close and finally she surrendered. I watched her with narrowed eyes, enjoying that look on her face of complete abandonment. This was a girl who didn’t like to lose control of herself, but now she had. She had no way to stop what was already happening to her.

She moved and thrust back, sucking my fingers deep within her as she came. She sighed and moaned with pleasure and I could see how good it felt.

My cock was so hard it was almost painful. I wanted to rip those panties off her and wrap her legs around me so I could be inside her. But I waited until she came.

Rosalie’s shoulders heaved and she opened her eyes to me again. She was completely out of breath. I released my grip on her arms and stepped away from her. I was smiling. This was good. Now it was time for the second part.

But she was already pulling up her jeans.

“That’s it?” I growled.

Very quickly, I was beginning to lose my patience with this chick again. I just gave her an incredible Earth-shattering orgasm which she couldn’t deny, and now she was just going to walk out of there like nothing happened?

“What?” she snapped, while buttoning up her jeans.

“You’re leaving?”

“Yes. Like I mentioned earlier, I need to get back to work. I have a job I would like to keep, if that’s okay with you.”

I was too surprised to say anything for a few moments. This had never happened to me before. No girl just walked out on me in the middle of the hottest experience of our lives. And the more she ignored my glares, the more I wanted her.

I couldn’t even get this girl to look me in the eyes. It was like she was ashamed of herself for what happened between us.

“I’m all for you keeping your job, but we were in the middle of something here.”

Rosalie perked up her eyebrows, then shook her head slowly.

“Why am I surprised? You’re like every entitled dickhead I come across at this place. You think I owe you something now?” She hooked a hand on her hip as she stared me down.

Once again, she had me backed into a corner. I was speechless.

Rosalie smoothened her hair which had become tousled from all the kissing against the wall.

“No, you’re right, you don’t owe me anything,” I replied, even though that wasn’t exactly how I felt at that moment.

I made her feel good. Better than good. I made her feel amazing. Didn’t she owe me something in return? I wasn’t running a fuckin’ charity here.

“Good. I’m glad we’re on the same page,” she said, walking to the door of the store room.

“Hey!” I called after her. I wanted her to stay. For fuck’s sake, I just wanted to talk to her a little bit so I could find out exactly what happened between us. This was a first for me.

“What?” she snapped, turning to me.

“Will I see you again?” I asked.

Rosalie breathed in deeply. I noticed how her cheeks were still flushed from the toe-curling orgasm she just had. But she had no problem looking me in the eye now.

“I don’t think we should see each other again,” she said.

“Why the fuck not?”

“Because this is where it ends for you and me, Brendan. I’m done with you. I hope you accept that, even though I’m sure you’re not used to things not going your way.”

I was confused by the way she spoke to me. It felt like this was deeply personal to her for some reason. Like she had this little speech bottled up inside her for a long time.

How the fuck did she know me?

Before I could say another word, she walked out of the room and slammed the door behind her.

I stood there speechless in the storeroom for a little while after she left.

It took me some time to come around to the idea that there was something different about this girl. She had a strange hold over me.

I was usually the one walking out after a quickie in a backroom.

My cock still throbbed hard, enraging in my pants. I had to clench my fists tightly to control the urge to smash my hand into the wall.

Anything to make it stop.

I still wanted her.

I couldn’t get her out of my head. How delicious and ripe she felt in my hands. How tight her pussy felt. I needed to be inside her. To fill her up. But she was gone now, without explanation.

Going back to work wasn’t good enough as an excuse.

Who the fuck cared about going to work when you experienced something like that?

Finally, after I managed to calm myself again, I barged out of the storeroom. The music in the bar hit me like a slap across the face. I’d forgotten where I was.

I went looking for her again, but this time, I knew she was gone. She’d left already. Clearly, she had lied to me when she said she needed to get back to work. She just wanted to get away from me.

The bar was packed. People were everywhere. I was tempted to just go and order a few more drinks…until I remembered I wasn’t welcome in there. So, I too, had no choice but to leave.

I didn’t even know her last name. Rosalie. Blue eyes. Golden hair. Those were the only things I knew about her.

And how crazy she made me feel.

Why did she run from me?

I didn’t know the answer to that and I didn’t know if I’d ever find