The Spare Whelan (Whelan Brothers)

“I don’t know you,” she whispers.

“Your soul knows mine,” I tell her.

“You might be right about that, but I’ve never done anything like this before.”

“Neither have I,” I tell her.

“Liar.”

“I don’t lie, anam cara. I was waiting for you,” I say honestly. My father and uncle told us boys that the right woman was worth the wait. I listened to them, but I didn’t really believe them. Not until Cormac met Finola. Now I have a whole new appreciation for those two.

“You sure know what to say to the ladies,” she says.

“Just you.”

Her pouty lips part and her pink tongue swipes her bottom lip, and I am done. My mouth waters, and my cock hardens in my jeans. I lean down and angle my lips over hers. She tastes like cherries and sin. She stands and wraps her arms around my neck, moaning as she does so. She melts into me, and I can’t get enough of her.

“So, um… I live just down the street,” she says, and I can tell by her blush that’s the first time she’s said something like that.

“I live just upstairs,” I reply.

“Oh, well, that’s much closer.”

Taking her hand in mine, I silently lead her upstairs to my apartment.

I don’t think I could get any luckier than I am right now.

Chapter 2

Bella Finnegan

What am I doing? Why does he make me feel this way? What am I going to do about it? I ask myself in a lame attempt at a pep talk. I don't actually need one. I know exactly what I'm about to do. I' m going to lay on my back and give as good I get, and I know it’s going to be fantastic. Not that I have a basis for comparison, but still, he exudes sexy confidence.

I don’t do things like this. Ever. I was the only girl in my class to not fuck older guys. Or get felt up down by the quarry. I saved myself for someone worthy. Everything in me tells me he was worth the wait. His strong hand squeezes mine as he unlocks the door to his place.

I know that I could say no right now and this would end, but I don’t want that. I want to be his in every possible way.

“Nice place,” I say the moment we get inside.

“Thanks, my aunt decorated just before she passed. I just moved in and I don’t have the heart to change it.” It definitely looks like the 80s in here, so I assume she passed a while ago.

“I’m sorry for your loss,” I tell him.

“Thank you. It was a long time ago.”

“Still. Death isn’t an easy thing,” I say, speaking from experience. My father died when I was twelve. It’s not something you get over.

“Well, this isn’t exactly what I had in mind. This is kind of macabre.”

“Sorry. You’re right. Kiss me again,” I say.

He kisses me again and I can think of nothing else. When he licks my bottom lip, I lose my mind. I start trying to get his t-shirt off of him. He has to break the kiss so that I can. Shit! His muscles have muscles. Getting my clothes off is a little harder, but I manage. I never realized just how many buttons were on my uniform. Finally, I am in just my bra and panties and he’s staring at me like I am his next meal. I don’t hate it.

“You are a gift, anam cara,” he whispers, running his fingers down my neck slowly. Soul mate, he’s called me his soul mate twice now. Those words mean so much when he says them, and I am slow to realize why. But it finally dawns on me that it’s the truth. He is my soulmate.

I pull the clasp on his jeans open, then drag my fingernails down the muscular plane of his chest while he pulls his jeans down and kicks them away. Now he’s standing in just his boxers.

“Wow,” I murmur. The outline of his cock is huge. I run my fingertips lightly over the bulge. He shudders. I lick my lips in anticipation. As soon as I reach his waistband, he stops me by grabbing my wrist.

“If these come off now, this will be very quick indeed.”

“What’s wrong with quick?” I ask. He chuckles as he reaches behind me and opens my bra. He trails his fingers down my arms as he goes, again agonizingly slow. Gooseflesh pops up on my arms in his wake. I shiver.

Then he kneels in front of me and pulls my panties down until I can step out of them. He tosses them away. His fingers trail up my legs. I want to scream at him. Why is he touching me so slowly? I feel like time is standing still.

“Wrong? Absolutely nothing is wrong with going quickly, but I want to savor you,” he answers. That is a pretty epic response if you ask me.