Fate (Killarny Brothers 1)

I could feel her pulse quicken against my hand, and I wanted to lean in and kiss her neck, make her squirm and squeal. Her breathing was heavy and in spite of the topic of conversation, her body language was screaming that she wanted more of this. More of my hands on her skin, my breath against her ear…this woman wanted me inside of her.

“Pete…”

“Maybe I am bad,” I growled in her ear and slowly let my hand glide up her arm to her breast. She was braless, and I could feel her nipple beneath my old plaid shirt. She sighed as I kneaded her breast and I nestled my thigh between her legs. She was hot, and now her eyes were closed. I wanted to pick her up, pull down those jeans, bend her over the couch and slam myself inside her.

But she would enjoy that too much, and it would be over far too quickly. I opened up the top few buttons of the shirt and pulled it open, revealing her pert breasts to me. They were gorgeous, and each of her soft pink nipples were erect. I leaned in and licked one at a time, then I let my lips settle around one and suckled it softly.

“Oh god, Pete…” she was grinding against my thigh as I continue to lap at her breasts. I could feel her reaching for my pants, but I pushed her hands away and pressed my thigh harder against her. She was so close, I could hear it in her breathing.

I wanted to hear her cry out as she peaked, but a wicked part of me wanted to make her wait. She wanted this so badly, and I could tell it was more than that—she needed to be fucked by someone who knew what he was doing. I could be that, but I wanted to make her beg for it.

I released her nipple and trailed kisses up the side of her neck, kissing her finally on her lips.

“You’re beautiful,” I said, and she let me lift her up and carry her up the stairs. I pushed the door open to the room that had been prepared for her, and I laid her down on the bed. She was moaning and calling out for me as I gave her one last kiss and winked. Then I turned around and left the room, closing the door behind me.

“You are a wicked bastard, Pete Killarny,” she screamed out. It would take everything in my power not to go back to her room and claim what was mine. But this woman had a lesson to learn, and I was going to leave here there in that room alone, wet and wanting. She could think about me for the rest of the night if she wanted. Sure, she was probably going to be pissed, but I didn’t care. She had walked into my house thinking she was going to put an end to the Killarny and Waters relationship that had spanned decades. That wasn’t how it worked.

I went to my bathroom and turned on the shower, undressing and stepping into the steaming spray. Immediately my thoughts turned back to Sara where I had left her down the hall. She had been so close to orgasm that I imagined she had pressed her hands between her legs and finished what I had started. The thought of it made me harder than I already was and I wrapped my hand around my cock, pumping it several times as I thought of what it would feel like to plunge inside of Sara as she begged for me to fuck her.

It was too much, an

d I came quickly, gasping as I thought of her body writhing beneath mine. We would experience that together, and it would be soon. But it would be when she could no longer stand the thought of not being with me. I didn’t know what this was, hell; it had been forever since I had been with a woman. Sara Waters was the next on the list though, and the girl who used to chase me around as a child would soon find out what it was like to have the tables turned. She was in my sights, and once I decided that I wanted something, I got it. There was no family feud that could keep me from getting the thing that I most wanted—Sara.

Chapter 6

Sara

The twin brothers must have done some kind of magic the evening before because when I got up the next morning, my car was ready to go. I didn’t bother to find anyone to say goodbye to, not after what had happened between Pete and I the night before. I had no idea who had been in the house or what they might have heard. When I slipped out the next morning, I left the check on the secretary’s desk and made my way out to the SUV. It started, and I was soon on my way, off the Killarny property and out of Kentucky. Hopefully for a very long time.

My memories of the Killarny ranch had been mostly positive ones up until now, but last night had tarnished all of that. Pete Killarny was a pig and while I had at one point thought of him as a gentleman, no man of any good breeding did what he had done to me the night before. He could have fucked me and walked away, never saying another word, and that wouldn’t have been half as bad as what he had done in reality. It took some serious cruelty to lead a woman on like that, make me think he was taking me to bed, only to leave me there in the bedroom sopping wet and aching.

The frustration had been too much, and after the shock had worn off, I stripped out of my clothing and tried to go to sleep. There was too much running through my mind though, and it would be hours before I was finally able to get some rest. Now I was on the road, grateful the drive was only three hours. As much as I was ready to get back to the warmth and comfort of my own bed, I knew that before a nap came, I would have to talk to my father about what had happened at the Killarny ranch and what Pete’s response was. He wouldn’t be happy about that, and I would be the one to face his anger about the issue.

It still plagued me that he really thought the Killarny family were doping their horses. It wasn’t the most shocking thing in the horse world, but so many people frowned upon it these days, and there were many more crackdowns than there had been in years past.

Something Pete had said kept coming to mind on the drive back to Tennessee. If my father had evidence, why didn’t he just take it to the authorities? If he knew something was going on then, it would only make sense for him to go and report what the Killarnys were doing so that they could be stopped. Trying to handle things himself looked shady and people were going to wonder why the Killarnys had dropped out of the derby. I knew my father wouldn’t say anything about the doping, but I also knew that Pete would not hesitate to let word get out that my father had dropped him and the entire ranch unceremoniously. People would want answers, and they would be worried that the same thing could happen to them. No one would want to get involved in our derby, to register and train for it for months and months, only to be told at the last minute that they weren’t going to be allowed to race. It was unheard of to do such a thing to an established stable—not to mention the Killarnys and what they stood for not only in their home state of Kentucky but in the horse racing world around the globe. People came from Saudi Arabia and Australia to purchase Killarny horses. They weren’t just good thoroughbreds—they were the very best. No one would forget this slight soon.

But they might not have to. If Pete stuck to his guns, then it sounded like he would be there, permission or not. I didn’t know if my father would follow through with the threat to have law enforcement there, but the threat alone scared me. Having officers escort Pete and his brothers from the event would be a spectacle, and I had a feeling that it would make waves via social media. While we didn’t have network television coverage of our derby, it did stream it online, and the thing drew hundreds of thousands of viewers. People would know what had happened before the race was over and I didn’t know how the Waters Derby could survive the public relations debacle that would inevitably follow.

The hours slipped by, and finally, I was arriving back at my father’s house. His car was in the driveway, and I skipped doing anything else before I went to his office to confront him about everything that had gone down at the Killarny ranch. Well, within reason. He wasn’t ever going to find out about anything that happened—or didn’t happen—between Pete Killarny and me.

I found my father in his office, without a cigar this time, rummaging through some drawers in his ancient desk. When he saw me, he shut the drawer and pulled the key out of it, placing it back in his pocket.

“How did the meeting go?” He asked cheerfully.

I flopped down in the chair across from him and let out a long sigh.

“Honestly, Dad, how did you expect that little meeting to go? You sent me with a huge check to tell Pete Killarny to go to hell. Needless to say, the man wasn’t pleased. I wouldn’t have been either if it had been me. We’re ripping the rug right out from under them. I don’t feel very good about it.”

He coughed. “Elsie said you had car trouble or something? You stayed there?”

I nodded. “Yes, Dad. In spite of the news I had just delivered, Pete was kind enough to have his younger brothers’ work on the car. I stayed for dinner, and they gave me a place to sleep and that was my day. Now I’m back here, and I would love to know what you propose to do from this point forward.”

“What do you mean? You delivered the news, so it’s done.”

I shook my head, hardly believing that my father thought it would be that easy. “Seriously, did you think that Pete Killarny was just going to roll over and do what you asked?”

“I sure as hell do. He took the money, didn’t he?”