3 Seconds (Time for Love 6)

“Ohhh,” I murmured, my vision getting blurry around the edges as desire raged inside of me. Then it clicked, “Condom,” I spat when I realized we’d gotten carried away.

I heard Brendan curse, then eased off of him so he could turn to get the packet off the nightstand. He made quick work of the wrapper, rolled it on, then his hands were back at my hips. This time he held me still as he thrust up in me. My head still down, I watched in fascination and filled with a fire I never new existed as I watched him thrust in and out.

“Move,” Brendan said through clenched teeth, and I realized that I’d been more of a spectator than participant, so I leaned forward, clasped my hands around his thighs, and began to rock.

“Deep, so very deep,” I whispered as I moved with him, his cock seeming to fill every inch of me. I felt my release starting to build, so I leaned forward and closed my eyes as my breath caught and my body began to burn. Realizing that I was a

bout to come, and unsure of how close Brendan was, I moved my hand up his thigh and then down to cup his balls.

We’d only had a few sexual encounters, but I’d already learned that this was a trigger for him, and would make him come hard.

“Shit,” I heard him say from behind me, and I knew he was close, so I began pumping with all my might, focusing on my own release as I lightly rolled his balls in the palm of my hand.

Pleasure crashed through me, just as I heard him shout, so I braced myself against his thighs and rocked back and forth, milking the orgasms out of both of us.

Both panting heavily and slick with sweat; I eased myself off of Brendan and fell backwards onto the bed, not caring where I landed. I felt the bed shift, and heard the water running a few moments later. Content and satiated, I flipped over onto my belly, bent one knee to get comfortable, and lifted my hair off of my neck, before closing my eyes and humming contentedly in the back of my throat.

I felt Brendan’s hand run along the length of my back as the bed depressed, signaling his movements. His kissed the back of my neck lightly, moved the rest of my hair off my face, and said softly in my ear, “I really like you, Bronagh.”

“I really like you too,” I replied, right before I drifted off.

Chapter Nine ~ Brendan

“Have you seen Natalie recently?” Brady asked. We were having a much-needed brother’s night out. Just the two of us. Brock was working late, and we were planning to meet up with him at his house later. For now, it was just Brady and me enjoying great steaks and refreshing dark beer at our favorite local steakhouse.

“Um.” I thought back, trying to remember the last time I’d seen her. “She wasn’t on shift the last time we played, so probably the time before that. Why, what’s up?”

My brother had recently gotten his hair styled differently, and was wearing it longer and messy/spiky on top. That paired with the day-old beard, and tank top showing off the black-and-white tattoo adorning his left arm from shoulder to forearm, had all the ladies shooting glances his way.

With his dark skin and dark hair, he already looked dangerous. When you added the way he looked, with his often brooding, silent demeanor, he was a force to be reckoned with.

I was lucky he’d never been interested in the limelight; he would have given me a run for my money.

What a waste of great genes!

“I went by to check out our schedule for next month, and Natalie was working the bar. Day shift.”

“That sucks. She has seniority, why would Jake put her on days?” Not really caring, but realizing I’d probably have to pry the information out of Brady in order for him to get to the point.

He shrugged in response, causing me to let out a frustrated sigh. I tried a different approach.

“Was she okay?”

Brady poured a disgusting amount of A-1 Sauce on his already perfectly seasoned steak, causing my lip to curl. Why he would ruin a steak that was cooked to perfection was beyond me. Brady’s love of condiments was something that always drove me nuts.

“She was more skittish than usual. There weren’t any marks or anything, but I’d bet my life she’s being abused by that deadbeat husband of hers. She acts like a wounded animal.” Brady looked me in the eye, his face more serious than usual. “I went to ask her where Jake was, and she jumped ten feet at the sound of my voice. I swear, it made me want to punch something. I asked her if she was okay, and she said she was, just like always, but, Bren, I don’t know how much more I can take. We’ve known her for years now, and it’s obvious that she’s unable to leave that bastard on her own, for whatever reason.”

“We can’t just insert ourselves into a domestic dispute, brother. We’ve never seen him lay a hand on her, and she’d never admitted that there’s anything wrong.”

Brady was quiet after that. I wasn’t sure if it was because he was pissed at my answer, or if there was something else he was working out in that crazy brain of his.

“I’ve been thinking about becoming a cop,” he said, shocking the shit out of me. I’d finished my steak and was enjoying the last of my porter. I put the glass down with a clang.

I was the one without words after that statement.

This was the first time my overprotective, but gentle brother had ever even hinted at wanting to join the police force.

When I finally got my bearings I asked, “Why? I mean, no offense, man, but you’re twenty-seven, and you’ve never showed the slightest interest in being a cop.”