“You’re even deeper. Fuck, Bren… I… I can’t take it anymore.” Her eyes rolled back in her head and droplets of sweat trailed over her temple. She was out of breath and tilted her head back as she came again. This time, no sound escaped her as the sensation overwhelmed her.
Brennanroared as he came. He grabbed the back of her head and pulled her to him to tongue fuck her again. She moaned against him, and he twitched inside of her.
“Oh my god, you’re insatiable.”
He grinned and kissed her once more before slipping out from under her. She deepened the kiss and pressed her hard nipples against his hairy chest. The soft hair tickled her hard peaks, and she arched her back to heighten the sensation.
“Yer so fuckin’ hot,” he said as he placed her back on the counter and took her nipple into his wet mouth. His swirling tongue plagued her, and she slipped a hand between her legs. When she almost reached her clit with two fingers, he grabbed her wrist.
He locked eyes with her and said in a raspy voice, “Gonna fuck yerself?”
“I…” She bit her bottom lip and smiled, unsure if he would go for that. Not every man liked for the woman he’s fucking to get off by her own hand right after he pleasured her.
“That fuckin’ smile right there. Fuck.” He smiled as he directed her hand to her core. He took her nipple in between his thumb and index finger and rolled, then pinched it. Hard.
Errin found her spot, circling the hard little pearl repeatedly. Rubbing and pinching always did the trick for her and soon her legs shook with the inevitable release.
“Gorgeous. Fuck yerself. That’s it.” He moaned as he had taken himself in his hand and apparently had taken off the condom to jerk off along with her.
His warm seed tickled her belly and when he smeared it into her skin around her belly button piercing, she almost wanted to lick his sticky fingers clean.
Ah, what the hell.She caught his wrist and swirled her tongue around his fingers.
“Yer so dirty, baby girl. I can’t get enough of ye.”
She giggled, his fingers still in her mouth, and eyed him through her eyelashes. He treated her with a goofy grin and kissed the tip of her nose.
“Perfect.”
“Em, I need a number ten and two twelve’s for table six. And can you please reheat this for Errin?” Brennan asked as he pushed his body through the swinging doors of Lucky’s kitchen, bringing Errin’s untouched plate over to Emmy, who raised her brow.
He had a small spring in his step, walking over to the industrial-sized dishwasher. After filling it with dirty dishes from the lunch crowd, he closed the door at eye-level. He spotted his own stupid grin in the stainless steel door and wasn’t bothered by it—not one bit.
He’d meant to take things slow with Errin, but when he brought her lunch up and walked in on her in his bathroom, he’d lost it. Errin brushing her teeth in his oversized sweatpants, rolled up at her tiny waist and her hair mussed like she’d already been thoroughly fucked made him disregard all reason.
The sex with Errin was everything he’d imagined it to be and then some. Oh, and he sure had his hot fantasies about Errin ever since their phone sex.
Just as he’d expected, she’d been eager, wild, passionate and so full of that fuckin’ sass. He shook his smiling face and cleared his throat.
“Okay, Cuz. You’ve got to tell me something here,” Emmy said while crossing her arms in front of her white double-breasted jacket.
“What?” he asked as he turned to face his younger cousin.
“How come I made barmbrack and a Full Irish for Errin…” she glanced theatrically on her watch, “an hour ago, and now you’re standing here,in my kitchen, telling me to reheat this plate?”
Brennan groaned, but nothing could take him out of his excellent mood, not even Emmy mouthing off and claiming her territory.
“Yourkitchen?” He chuckled.
“Yes. Why can’t you reheat it upstairs?” Emmy jerked her chin at his plate, making some shiny brown strands of hair fall before her eyes.
She pushed them behind her ear and continued, “You think I’ve got nothing else to do? That I’m sitting on my thumbs here? Waiting for you to come up with perfectly cooked meals and ask me to cook them twice? And rid it from all flavor, on top of things?”She placed her fists on her hips.
Brennan let out an exasperated breath and said, “Believe me, if I stayed upstairs to heat the damn plate, I might never come back down today.”
Pops entered the kitchen and grinned while eyeing Brennan’s still full plate. “Aye, Emmy. Yer giving me boyo yer piece of mind again? Don’t go too hard on him, ‘cause I think there’s a perfect explanation this plate has been untouched, eh boyo?”
“Pops…” Brennan sighed.