“The guy who lived in shop class and glared at everyone who tried to talk to him?”
“Yup. I wanted him to ravage me. It was my favorite fantasy in high school … actually, I still use it from time to time.”
I covered my ears as I laughed uncontrollably.
“Please … stop!”
“I’ve always kept it to myself, because I know what’s always been expected of me, but deep inside, the kind of man I want, that I’ve always wanted … is a guy like that.”
She tilted her head to the side, to indicate the direction that Brendan and Brady had went.
I put my hands on the table to cover hers and said, “Ming, if you like him, you should go for it.”
Ming narrowed
her eyes and shook her head once, decisively.
“I can’t. My parents would be disappointed, and he wouldn’t fit in to the life that I’ve made for myself.”
“Well, I hate to say it, but that sounds really stuck-up, Ming, and I’ve never thought of you that way,” My friend’s widened at the insult, so I continued, hoping to soften the blow. “What a guy does for a living shouldn’t be the determining factor of whether or not you can date him. And for crying out loud, I know your parents are important to you, and have always been strict, but you’re in your thirties now, and you can do what you want. If he’s what you want, you should go for it. Just because you go out doesn’t mean you have to marry him … Why don’t you give it a shot. Maybe you’ve built up his type so much in your mind, that you’ll be disappointed and can finally let the fantasy go … or, maybe you hit it off and find something you’ve always been looking for. Either way, at least you’ll know.”
“I don’t know if I can do that,” she said softly.
“You are a strong, independent woman, and kick-ass lawyer. You can do whatever you want, Ming.” I assured her.
She gave me a small smile and said, “I’ll think about it.” Then shook her head slightly, as if she were shedding the sensitive side she’d just exposed, “Forget about that for now, let’s get back to you … You asked if I thought you were making a mistake, letting Brendan go?”
I nodded, my heart stuck in my throat, afraid that she’d say yes, but terrified that she’d say no.
“I can’t give you that,” she said, causing me to visibly deflate. “But what I can say, is that I’ve never seen you happier, and I like the way he treats you … That being said, you are the only one who can decide what’s best for you.”
I let my head fall to the table, banging it lightly on the wood as I muttered, “Why does being a grown up have to be so hard?”
Chapter Twenty-Five ~ Brendan
I rolled over in bed, flinging my arm wide and encountering empty space beside me. My eyes flickered open cautiously, conscious of the fact that the bright light streaming into the room was going to hurt.
I came out of sleep slowly, taking in my surroundings with a frown.
I was alone.
I’d had a few drinks with Brady and we’d discussed many things. Natalie’s situation, Brady joining the academy, and whether or not I should take the job in France, but I’d found myself constantly glancing back at Bronagh, wondering if she was as distracted by me, as I was by her. I wanted to find an excuse to approach her again, maybe invite her for a drink, but after she’d run out of the closet the way she had, I wasn’t confident that I’d be welcome, and that sucked.
I’d hoped in the back of my head that maybe she’d make the first move and come up to us. I had this whole plan of talking her into leaving with me and sorting through our confusing relationship. But she’d left while my back was turned, and I felt that rejection in the pit of my stomach.
That was why I was waking up on a Saturday morning, in my empty bed, with nothing to ease my morning wood but my hand.
I reached for the lotion on my nightstand and pumped it a few times, then slid my hand slowly beneath the loose sheet as I covered my eyes with my other arm. I immediately thought of yesterday’s closet escapade as I gripped my hard cock and coated it with the lotion.
I groaned slightly as I remembered her unabashedly riding my hand, before I lowered to my knees and tasted her.
I gave my dick a few hard strokes, before pausing at the head, rubbing my thumb along the slit and squeezing tightly.
Fuck! The way her pussy had clenched when my beard touched her bare thighs, and the sexy little moans that had come out of her mouth as I dipped my tongue inside and fucked her as I nuzzled her clit with my nose…
I stroked long and hard again, my hand moving faster and my grip tightening as the memories played vividly in my mind. It wasn’t long before I found my release, visions of Bronagh’s face when she came pushing me over the edge.
My breath coming out in spurts, I used the sheet to clean my off my stomach and my hand, before tossing it to the floor with the intent of doing laundry later, then laid there for a few minutes as I rode out the pleasure.