10. Chapter Ten

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Chapter Ten

Brittany

W aking up to my head pounding, my mouth dry, and my memories from last night rushing back is not how I wanted to start my day. The bar, the hot bartender, getting carried to bed, a forehead kiss, and the man with the kindest eyes and most charming smile. Seeing Kieran with his guard down does something to me. It makes me want to see that side of him all the time. My phone pings, and I reach over to grab it, immediately noticing I have two missed texts and a new voicemail. After Jax called at five this morning and told me he had court all day and didn’t need me I went right back to sleep. Deciding to check the texts first my fingerprint unlocks the phone and I navigate to my texts. One from Clara, and one from Kieran.

Clara: Sleep over soon? I’m DROWNING in testosterone here.

Unable to stop myself, I laugh as I type out my reply.

Brittany: Ah, yes, all that sexy man testosterone at your house. Sounds torturous. Count me in, not this coming Saturday, but next? My only day off that week is Sunday. You can come here when I get off?

Clara: You’re foul. Also sold, I’ll come over as soon as you get off then we can spend the whole day together Sunday too.

Sending her the heart and thumbs up emoji I move over to Kieran’s text.

Kieran: Good morning, Mo Stóirín. What are you doing?

Brittany: Just woke up, I’m off today.

Kieran: Hang out with me?

Brittany: Do people that do, well what you do, get days off?

I’m trying not to type out ‘people who work for the mafia’ Who knows who has his phone tapped. His response is instant.

Kieran: Believe it or not we do. Today happens to be mine. So what do you say?

Brittany: Can’t I’m busy. Maybe some other time. Have a good day off, Kieran.

Shaking my head at myself for playing so hard to get, I don’t check his response and decide to stay in bed and be hungover all day.

* * *

I’ve been in bed all morning watching romance movies that make you cry, and snuggling deep into my blankets. It’s about noon when a loud knock startles me. I jump up and stand in the doorway to my room. Scared of who may be on the other side, I don’t make a sound.

“Britt? It’s just me. Open the door, Brave Girl.” Without making the conscious effort my feet move to the door. My voice comes out small and sickly even to my own hungover ears.

“I’m okay. You can go.”

His voice sounds alert all of a sudden. I guess I sound worse than I thought.

“Britt, please. Open the door.”

Relenting I pull open the door. Kieran’s standing there with a bag of take out. He’s wearing gray sweatpants, a baggy black hoodie, sneakers, and a black eye that I’m assuming came from work. His eyes trail over me before he lets out my name on an exhale. “Britt.”

He walks into my apartment puts the bags down on my entry table and wraps me in his strong arms. My walls crumble and I surge up on my toes, pressing my lips to his soft pillowy ones. I’m extremely hungover but the nauseousness has subsided and he looks extremely sexy. I want him. So why not hook up? Kieran lifts me by the backs of my thighs so my legs come up wrapping around his trim waist. My arms wrap around his neck on instinct and I break away from his lips to start kissing and nipping at his neck. He groans as kicks the door shut before moving over to my couch and sitting. He adjusts me so that I’m in his lap facing him, my thighs straddling his hips.

“Mmm, so you are alive and okay? Wanna tell me why you’ve decided to ignore me all morning?”

“Hungover, stayed in bed, and watched sad movies.” Using my nails I slide them under his hoodie and gently scratch his abs. Kieran’s head falls to the back of the couch, and his cock hardens underneath me.

Hello old friend, I’ve missed you.

“Hungover now?” He takes a big breath before slowly letting it out. “ Britt, I can’t think with your hands on me like this.”

Slowly I lick up his neck before nipping right under his ear. “Don’t think, Kie. Just fuck me.”

Whatever little restraint this man was holding onto slips from his fingers as soon as the words leave my mouth. One second I’m straddling him on the couch and the next I’m upside down and he’s marching us into my room. And because I’m a glutton for pushing buttons, I reach down and smack his ass. A dark laugh rumbles from deep in his chest before he smacks the tops of my thighs so hard I jump and let out a half cry half moan feeling my thighs slick with arousal.

“So you’re feeling bratty today? Noted.” His hand rubs the sting he just left behind and I realize I may have ventured too close to the sun. I don’t realize that we’ve made it into my room before I’m soaring through the air and landing on my soft mattress with an unladylike ‘umph’. I don’t even have time to get my bearings before Kieran sheds his hoodie and stands at the foot of my bed. Wait, what is…

“Kie, what happened? That’s more than just a black eye.” His body is littered with bruises differing sizes and degrees of healing.

He waves me off, “My job is very… hands on. I’m fine. Now back to your request.”

Unable to help myself, I squirm under his intense gaze. He’s a man starved, and I’m the person standing in the way of him, and his first meal in a week.

“Take your shorts off and spread your legs. Show me my pussy, Mo Stóirín.”

His voice is low, gruff, and the sexiest sound I’ve ever heard. I’m unable to deny him what he wants especially when I want him to touch me so badly. Slowly, oh so slowly, I remove my shorts. His eyes are locked on the apex of my thighs, his pupils blown, and almost unconsciously his tongue comes out to wet his bottom lip as he breathes out “perfection.”

Throwing my shorts to the other side of the room I spread my thighs, giving him an unrestricted view of what he wants. His hands ball into fists, almost like he’s holding himself back. I’m becoming addicted to the way his body reacts to mine. Using a single finger I run it up my slit, and the almost animalistic sound that rumbles out of his chest makes it one hundred percent worth whatever retaliation he’s going to use.

Kieran reaches over and grabs my wrist, before I can even process the action he slides my finger into his mouth and sucks my arousal off. His eyes locked on mine desire and something else shining in his beautiful orbs. He pops my finger out of his mouth and shoots me the filthiest grin I’ve ever seen.

“Fuck, you taste amazing. This is going to be just as torturous for both of us.”

I want to ask him what he’s talking about but before I can his hand comes down quickly, smacking me directly on my aching core. Yelping at the impact, I’m surprised at the moan that slips past my lips.

“Kieran.” Two of his fingers gently rub up and down my slit. Without warning they slide inside of me and my hips buck off the bed. Kieran smirks and strokes my inner walls, looking for that spot ins—

“There she is.” His fingertips stroke my g-spot with the perfect amount of precision and pressure. I almost forgot how perfectly he plays my body. His thumb works my clit in tight circles while his other fingers continue their delicious assault. He works my body like it was made solely for his use. I’m hanging on the precipice, so close to coming my entire body shakes. I’m a moaning incoherent mess. My inner walls begin to flutter. I know I’m stepping off the edge when suddenly Kieran pulls his fingers from inside of me only leaving his thumb to keep playing with my clit. I groan in frustration as he just chuckles at me.

“Kieran, please.”

“Fuck, you sound so perfect, begging me for my fingers, but you’re not allowed to come yet. This is what happens when you ignore me all day.”

I try as hard as I can not to whine, but my voice still comes out almost desperate.

“It was just the morning. Only a few hours, really.” He smacks my pussy and I half yelp half moan again. Fuck, why do I not hate that?

“That’s hours of worrying that you’re okay. So you’ll be good, and let me play until I’m ready to give you the most intense orgasm of your life, understand?”

The words slip from my lips without conscious effort, “Yes, sir.”

He groans deep and low, “Don’t tease me like that, Britt.”

A smirk pulls at my lips, “Oh, is that one of your kinks, sir?”

“It hasn’t been until right now, but I think it may be.”

Deciding to be bold, I sit up and gently grip his hard cock in my hand through the barrier of his sweats, “Please, sir. I need you. Please fuck me.”

I’m not sure who or what moves first, it all happens in a blur of limbs, and bodies, but when my brain catches up I’m under him, he’s shucked his sweats, my hands are together above my head clasped in one of his much larger ones, and his other hand has me by the throat. He’s not hurting me or cutting off my airflow. He’s just making sure he has my full attention. I wiggle under him so turned on I can barely stand it. The cool air from the ceiling fan making everything more sensitive. I’m about to crawl out of my skin if he doesn’t do something soon.

“On edge, Brave Girl?”

“Kieran, please.”

He watches me for a moment searching my face for something that he must find because he removes his hands and grabs a condom. After he’s sheathed himself he lines up before smirking at me and slowly, and I do mean slowly pushes his way inside. Every nerve ending on my body is like a live wire, the stretch burns so deliciously that I realize I’m addicted to it. Kieran finally bottoms out and holds still waiting for me to adjust.

“Okay, Mo Stóirín this is how this is going to work. You are going to hold off until I tell you that you can come. Come before then and I don’t let you come for a week. Understood?”

I’m crazy, that’s the only explanation for my reply. “Who says we’re doing this again?”

A dark smirk pulls at his lips as he pulls back about halfway then pushes himself back in, both of us moan in sync. “Yeah, we’re doing this again.” He repeats the motion. “And again” another time, “and again.” This time he pulls all the way back before surging his hips forward and finding his pace. His hand finds its way to my throat again where he squeezes the sides gently.

“You gonna be a good girl for me, Brittany?”

He loosens his grip enough for me to respond, “Yes, sir.”