“Hmmm. Erm, yeah. I guess we can hang,” she said, still mesmerized by his lips and his throat, ultimately swallowing the slice down.
She took the last bite of her toast and glared at him when he snickered. “Hang?”
She sat up straight and picked up her orange juice. “Yeah, old man. Hang. Geez.”
She took a hefty gulp to cool down from his smiling face. My God, he was even more handsome with that carefree look on his face. That she probably had something to do with that, gave her a warm feeling inside. He also was making her hot—very hot. She downed the last drop from her juice and stood from her chair to clear the table.
“No, please let me,” he said as he stood and reached over the table to get her plate. They were now both holding her plate, and she was the first to tug it in her direction, but stubborn Brennan wouldn’t let go.
“Bren. Please, let me. You’ve cooked us breakfast. Least I can do is clear the table.” A vision of her swooping all dishes from the table to the ground to clear the table and letting him eat her out on top of it entered her mind and in that moment, Brennan closed the distance between them.
“I need you again.”
He spoke in a dark, low rumble and took the plate from her hands with a firm tug. She jumped from her spot and grabbed his shoulders for leverage. She hooked her legs around his hips and giggled as the plate smashed against the kitchen tiles.
He laughed along with her and grabbed the back of her head before he gave her a hard, demanding kiss, full of energy. She crossed her ankles behind his back and let her fingers play with his longer hair on top of his head. He walked them over to his couch, but suddenly turned around and changed course.
Before she could ask, he already said, “Condoms. Going to fuck ye this time.” He groaned as she licked behind his ear before whispering, “Finally.”
“Idon’t think I can do this.”
“Sure you can, Lips,” Brennan said.
Errin looked over her shoulder to Brennan, who stood a few feet behind her. She shook her head with wide eyes. “No. I really—likereallythink I can’t do this.”
Her hands on the side of the black stallion followed the horse as it took a tugging step forward, causing Errin to sidestep too. “See. The horse agrees. He wants me to scram too.” She waved her arms in the air, making the horse stamp his foot.
Brennan took a few pensive steps toward Errin, careful not to spook the beautiful animal. He laid his hand on top of Errin’s tense shoulder and leaned in to whisper in her ear. “Relax, baby girl. If you’ll relax, the horse will too.”
She let her shoulders fall in defeat. “I’m an open book Bren, you know that. I can’t pretend I’m happy to be here. He’s so big. So...unpredictable. I don’t like it.”
Brennan engulfed her slight frame with his and tentatively laid his large hand on top of the warm horse’s coat. The animal raised its head and neck, positioning one ear forward and one ear back. But after a few pets of Brennan, the horse loosened his lower lip and relaxed.
“You still got it, Bren,” Fianna said as she walked up to them.
She gave the stallion’s nose a few loving strokes, and the animal nickered in greeting.
“Good. That’s right. Everything’s fine.” Fianna leaned in and spoke against the horse’s neck while petting his coat. At these stables, Fianna let her prickly guard down.
He watched the fiery redhead in riding gear as she kept whispering against the horse’s neck. Did his brother Ronan fell for this softer side of her? Or was it Fianna’s fierceness she normally showed whenever she’d opened her mouth?
“Do you come here often, Bren?” Errin asked. She looked from Brennan over to Fianna and back as she crossed her arms in front of her dark blue shirt.
He shrugged. “It’s my aunt’s farm, so every now and then. But when Ro still came around here, I’d tag along more often.”
“Ronan rides?” Errin asked in a high-pitched voice. The horse neighed, and Errin jumped. Brennan took Errin by her shoulders and directed her a few steps back.
The tied horse stood in his open stable, but Brennan felt safer now she was out of reach from the animal. He knew Fianna could handle the horse, but he wasn’t risking it around Errin.
“Pssht. Can you picture that enormous lump of arrogance on a horse?” Fianna sneered.
Yep. His youngest brother is still a hot topic. Even though it had been over for quite some time now—years even, both Ro and Fianna had trouble to let go of the hurt.
Their childish bickering was annoying and often awkward for all innocent bystanders.
“Fi,” Brennan said as he narrowed his eyes at her.
“Yeah, yeah. Okay.” Fianna held up her hand.