She grabbed his shoulders and hooked one leg over his hip as she moved against his fingers back at teasing her clit.
“I want you Brennan and I don’t care any more. I want only you and I love you,” she moaned.
“Good,” he said. He lifted her up behind her thighs and slammed her back against the shower wall. He took his dick and entered her treacherously slow while not once breaking eye contact.
“I love you too. So, so much,” he said while rocking in and out of her.
Their tongues plagued each other in a teasing duel. He moaned as she grabbed his hair in her fist and pulled.
“I’m coming, Bren. I… I can’t hold on… please, you…” she moaned.
After picking up the rhythm, the tingles traveled his spine and made him aware of the nearing end.
“Yes. Come with me, aaaah.” He groaned.
Her walls clamped down on him, and they came together. She held back her head to wash her face under the stream and when she turned her head to him; she bit her lip and smiled. His heart skipped a beat. That damn smile.
“What do you mean, you’re late?”
“You damn well know what it means.”
Errin stopped dead in her tracks in the kitchen with her tray full of dirty dishes.
She was trying to put the voices to the people she was certain she knew, but couldn’t place yet because of the loud conversation in the pub on the other side of the doors.
It was Thanksgiving and two days after opening night. Not only Mills men and Ryan women, but now even the complete Walsh family swarmed Lucky.
“Is it mine?”
The sound of a hard slap followed by a male grunt came from behind the back door to the back alley. She shouldn’t be listening in on this conversation, but it was so juicy. Who in their right mind would walk away, right?
“Can you blame me? We fucked twice, Bree. You said you wanted nothing to do with me and you’re still talking to that douche.”
Oh, shit. Bree and Declan. Oh my God, she’s pregnant?
“Yes.Talking.Moron. Not fucking,” Bree sneered.
“Well, how am I supposed to know?” Declan said and Errin winced.
“I’m only telling you this because it’s the right thing to do—” Bree started before Declan interrupted her.
“What do you mean? If you think I’m the father—”
Errin clanged a few dishes on the worktable, making her presence known. Where is Emmy when you needed her? She shouldn’t leave Errin alone for this. This is going to be super awkward, but here goes nothing. Errin walked to the back door and stuck her head around the corner.
Bree stood with one hand on her flat belly, and Dec sat on the bench against the wall.
“Hey, you guys. Everything all right here?” she said.
Declan narrowed his eyes at her and said, “Not a word. I know how you operate, Errin.”
“Dec. What is wrong with you? Don’t talk to her like that! She’s your brother’s girlfriend for crying out loud.” Bree defended her.
“Well, if Errin heard us, the news will travel our families faster than the speed of lightning. And since you were nice enough to spring this news on me with both our families, sitting only a couple of feet away—” Declan said.
“Ah, shut it Dec. I didn’t mean to throw it all out like this,” Bree said while stomping a few steps away from Declan.
“So yeah, I’m asking you, Errin. Please, not a word,” he said in a much softer voice.