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  HONORING SEAN

  An Ellora’s Cave Publication, April 2005

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  HONORING SEAN Copyright © 2005 MAGGIE CASPER

  ALL RIGHTS RESERVED. This book may not be reproduced in whole or in part without permission.

  This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or places, events or locales is purely coincidental. They are productions of the authors’ imagination and used fictitiously.

  Edited by Mary Moran.

  Cover art by Syneca.

  Warning:

  The following material contains graphic sexual content meant for mature readers. Honoring Sean has been rated E–rotic by a minimum of three independent reviewers.

  Ellora’s Cave Publishing offers three levels of Romantica™ reading entertainment: S (S-ensuous), E (E-rotic), and X (X-treme).

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  O’Malley Wild:

  Honoring Sean

  Maggie Casper

  Trademarks Acknowledgement

  The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of the following wordmarks mentioned in this work of fiction:

  Stetson: John B. Stetson Company

  Wrangler: Wrangler Apparel Corp.

  Dedication

  Thank you to R.H. whose wonderful song gave me the idea for Zane’s Way, the title that started the series.

  This book is dedicated to my daughters who remind me daily of what is important with as little as a brilliant smile. Between the four of you, you manage to brighten even the darkest of days. Always keep your chins up, stay strong and when times call for it, be tough. Thank you for being you. I love you!

  Chapter One

  Light filtered through the dimly lit room as the front door opened. Of its own accord, the slab of heavy oak snapped shut behind the woman who’d just entered through it. To the hulking man standing next to the bar, the room suddenly seemed brighter as if a shot of pure sunshine had found its way through the thick brick walls.

  The tall, lithe figure of Honor Rollings moved further into the room, astounding him. It still amazed him how easily she had accomplished, in the blink of an eye, to steal his heart right from his chest.

  Her jerky movements indicated her anger level, and damn, but she was cute when she was mad. He couldn’t help the rumbling chuckle that escaped his lips.

  “Mornin’, Little Darlin’,” he said by way of greeting.

  His “Little Darlin’” who wasn’t so little by today’s standards, stalked right up to him, toe to toe, thighs to knees, nose to chest.

  He pegged her at about five eight, but to his six-foot-three-inch build, she may as well be a fairy. With her hands fisted on her slender hips and her blonde hair billowing like a cloud around her shoulders, she looked like every healthy American man’s idea of a wet dream.

  Her clear blue eyes burned with righteous indignation.

  “Don’t you Little Darlin’ me, you…you…big oaf,” she all but snarled, as she stomped one dainty sandal-clad foot in her fit of rage.

  His face hurt from trying to hide the grin begging to break loose. Her head was thrown back allowing her to see his face without forcing her to back up. The woman had courage, he’d give her that much. There weren’t many people willing to stand toe-to-toe with Sean O’Malley.

  Of course, the tempting view he had of the delicate arch of her neck was causing him some problems. Combined with her scent, and the rapid rise and fall of her pert little breasts as she ranted and raved, and he was a goner.

  The monster in his pants was stirring, insisting on its fair share of attention, but in actuality, all that was being accomplished was to make the fit of his jeans uncomfortably tight.

  “Are you listening to me, Mr. O’Malley?” she asked, punctuating the question with a manicured nail to his chest. “I can’t believe you did that. You had no right!”

  Grabbing her under the elbows, he lifted her off her feet until she was eye to eye with him.

  “Now that’s where you’re wrong. I had every right. I warned you, Little Darlin’. Warned you the minute I saw you and recognized you as mine what would happen.”

  He watched as her eyes narrowed to slits. Ice blue and cold, they probably scared most men with their intensity.

  “Oh, for the love of God, would you put me down?”

  When he returned her safely to her feet, she just continued to stare up into his face. “Mr.—”

  “Sean, I told you to call me Sean. Dammit, Honor, there are many things I’ll allow, but you and other men isn’t one of them, so don’t ask it of me.

  “I did just what I said I’d do under the circumstances. Well, almost all of what I’d said. We’ll take care of the rest later, don’t doubt it.”

  Just as he finished speaking, the front door opened, allowing entrance to a small group of people. It was just before dinnertime on a Thursday night. Handing a white apron to Honor, Sean made his way back behind the bar to continue stocking the refrigerator with bottled beer.

  When she leaned over the bar, giving him a birds-eye view down the scoop neck of her silky peach blouse, he looked up.

  “We’re not done talking Mr. O’Malley,” she hissed between clenched teeth. “I don’t know where you came up with the scatterbrained idea that I belong to you. I’ve only worked for you for three days. I can tell you though, that who I see is none of your business. I do not belong to you now, nor will I in the future. As soon as I have a bit of cash in my pocket, I’ll be out of your hair.”

  This time Sean couldn’t hold back the booming laugh or the wide grin that spread itself across his face. Running one hand over his smoothly shaven head, all he said was “We’ll see, Honor, we’ll see.”

  * * * * *

  Shaking her head, Honor stalked to the booth in the corner while wrapping the white apron snugly around her waist. The man was an ogre, she fumed silently.

  Once she’d served drinks to the four people seated at the booth, Honor went back to her silent fit of pique. Never in her life had anyone made her want to curse more than Sean O’Malley did.

  It was one of her personal goals in life, to never stoop to using foul words as part of her everyday language. Not only that, but the fact that her father The Major would have had some seriously stern words to say to his daughter had he ever heard her utter a foul word, kept her on the straight and narrow.

  She liked being ladylike. Dressing neatly and keeping her language clean was only a small part of it, but the danged man behind the bar made it nearly impossible. And now, for some off-the-wall reason, he thought she belonged to him.

  She couldn’t help the shiver that raced down her spine at the thought. He was more man than she’d eve
r before encountered. Even her own father who she’d thought had hung the moon, couldn’t measure up in size.

  There was just something about the man that insisted upon being shown respect. The commanding way he carried himself and the deep baritone of his voice only added to his overall appeal.

  She tried to keep the thoughts of last night far from her mind’s eye because when she thought about the whole incident, she wanted to kick something.

  Humiliation was a hard thing to swallow, but the knowing looks and nervous giggles had been too much.

  It had all been in fun. Never in a million years did Honor think Sean would follow through with his threat. As a matter of fact, until he’d shown up last night, she’d even forgotten the argument ever took place. Evidently, Sean didn’t forget as easily.

  Now though, the ominous words spoken during the short argument on the day they’d once again met played through her mind. His parting words that day had made her blush.

  You belong to me, Honor. If I catch you with another man, I’ll beat him to a pulp, and when I’m done with him, I’ll paddle your ass until you can’t sit.

  The man must be stark raving mad! Sean may have met her briefly as a teenager, but when he’d voiced those words, she’d known him as an adult for less than twenty-four hours. Weren’t men supposed to be commitment-shy? Why did she have to pick a place of employment where her employer stated within minutes of meeting her that she was the one. It was asinine.

  And at the same time, it made her very curious. She’d only lived in Texas with her aunt for two years before feeling the need to travel. Those two years had been some of the hardest of her life. Growing up as an only child to a loving older couple who thought they’d never have children had been great, but their simultaneous deaths in a car accident on her sixteenth birthday had changed her life forever.

  It was something she tried hard not to let get her down. Something she preferred not to talk or think about, and the reason she still didn’t celebrate her birthday.

  Even though her time in Texas had been short, she remembered vividly the gossip about the wild O’Malley brothers. Silently, she wondered where the other two were.

  Moving from place to place was in her blood. It was the way she’d grown up, the only way she knew. It was also what she’d argued with Sean about. The way he saw things, she’d been claimed and that meant she’d be staying, with him, for the long haul.

  She was so caught up in her thoughts that she didn’t hear him come up behind her until his brawny arm clamped around her waist, drawing her closer to his body. When her back was pressed firmly to his chest, a massive hand settled possessively along her abdomen.

  Warmth from his body flowed straight into hers, pooling at the needy place between her clenched thighs. When his breath rasped along her ear, she thought her knees might buckle.

  “Don’t think so hard on it, Little Darlin’. It’ll all come out right in the end, you’ll see.”

  Her initial reaction was to kick him in the shin, but the finger playing lightly along the outer swell of her breast in combination with the warm lips traveling along her neck and the swell of his arousal pressed against her lower back brought all thought to a screeching halt.

  “I don’t understand you, Sean O’Malley.”

  Honor opened her mouth to say more, then decided not to. In some ways, the man standing behind her was a big teddy bear, all soft and cuddly. In other ways, she feared he was as immovable as a mountain range. Something deep inside her warned that she was one subject he wouldn’t be changing his mind about.

  As an independent woman, used to doing as she pleased, when she pleased, she wasn’t sure exactly how that made her feel.

  When the front door once again opened, Honor tried to pry herself loose of Sean’s grasp.

  “Not so fast there,” he said before turning her to face him. “You understand me, Honor. You just feel the need to fight it, but that’s okay because where you’re concerned, I’m willing to be patient as long as you don’t overstep the bounds I’ve set for you.”

  Just when she thought he was being sweet, he turned back into a Neanderthal.

  “Mr. O’Malley. You, sir, are an exasperating man.” She felt her anger rise and was afraid if she let loose she’d do something to embarrass herself even further, so she turned on her heel to walk away, only to be brought up short by a firm, but gentle grip on her elbow.

  “Little Darlin’, you’re pushing awfully hard. I already owe you one, now it won’t bother me none to add to it, but I can’t guarantee you’ll like it.”

  With a quick flick of his wrist, a slightly stinging blow landed on the swell of her right butt cheek.

  She felt her eyes widen at the same time her jaw dropped. Both hands automatically moved to cover the site, rubbing the newly heated area.

  “Now run along and take care of those customers, Little Darlin’. Or you could call me Mr. O’Malley again and we’ll settle up right now.”

  Her feet couldn’t move fast enough. The nerve of the man was astounding. He couldn’t possibly be serious, could he? The lingering warmth radiating across her derriere proved he was. It also made her thighs tingle and her panties wet. This couldn’t possibly be normal, she thought to herself, fighting the blush she was sure was riding high on her cheeks.

  She’d read about men who enjoyed that type of thing, but she’d never personally encountered one. For all she knew, it could be a Texas thing. Maybe men in Texas thought they had the right to spank their women in order to keep them in line. The problem there was that she wasn’t Sean’s woman.

  She hadn’t been a virgin for years, but she wasn’t promiscuous. Her partners were chosen carefully, she was very picky when it came to the men who would grace her bed. Due to that little quirk, she had very little actual experience. The fact that she would normally pick out a man the complete opposite of Sean O’Malley worried her a bit. He seemed so rough around the edges, so uninhibited compared to the staid business types she normally kept as company.

  Did it really make a difference? Would he really be so different? With every ounce of her being, Honor knew the answer to that was yes.

  Remembering the night before set that answer in stone within her mind. One minute she’d been happily dancing with a man who seemed like a nice gentleman and the next, she’d been hauled up against what felt like a brick wall with one steely arm around her waist while the matching arm of the brick wall smashed in the nose of her dancing partner, sending him sprawling to the floor.

  Just thinking about it made her spitting mad all over again, which wasn’t a good thing since she had seven hours left in her eight-hour shift.

  Chapter Two

  Sean couldn’t help but smile as he watched Honor once again take the long way around the room in order to stay as far away from him as possible.

  Her lissome form seemed to float across the floor. The three-quarter length of her coffee-brown drawstring pants left her bare from mid-calf down, showing off a hint of golden tanned legs. The leather straps of her sandals hardly seemed enough to hold the shoes in place, allowing pink-tipped toes to wiggle freely. And although her breasts were small, they were perky. What more could a man ask for of his soon-to-be-wife?

  Curiously, he wondered if she’d liked the love tap he’d bestowed on her fine ass. He sure as hell hoped it was something she would learn to love because the surprise on her face, as well as the way she’d rubbed the sting he’d left, had brought his cock to life, leaving him hard and ready.

  Now, he couldn’t concentrate on a thing. All he was able to think about was her ass. Her skin would be smooth and warm. It would start out milky white and by the time he was done peppering the fleshy globes with the flat of his hand it would be berry pink, just the way he liked it, the same color he imagined her nipples would be.

  Of course, he didn’t want to scare her away, and never in a million years did he want to hurt her. It was more a matter of showing her a different side of him, and in the process,
teaching her a lesson she wouldn’t soon forget.

  He watched as Honor made her way around the room, from table to table. Her smile was dazzling, and it seemed the little vixen got along with everyone, women and men alike.

  It was the men who made him jumpy. The way their eyes followed his woman around the room made his baser instincts roar to life. He wanted to snatch her up and haul her away from them all, but instead, he watched and waited.

  He could tell more and more just how much Honor was aware of him. It seemed that as the night grew later, her fight to keep him out of her mind waned. Soon she began stealing peeks when she thought he wasn’t looking. The big mirror behind the bar was good for keeping an eye out when his back was turned to the room at large.

  Rubbing his hand across his face, scratching a finger through his neatly trimmed brown mustache in the process, he thought of something else the mirror behind the bar would be good for. Those thoughts made a fantasy jump right to the forefront of his mind.

  Before, the woman had never had a face, but now her wanton blue eyes and fair blonde hair stood out in his mind. She’d sit proudly, but shyly on the cool, smooth surface of the bar doing what Sean asked. He often dreamt how the woman would spread her thighs wide when prompted to do so. She’d watch herself in the overlarge mirror as Sean played with her. And when she climaxed, spilling her juices across the wooden surface beneath her, he’d bend low, burying his face between her thighs, tasting of her until she begged for mercy. All the while, she’d watch in the mirror.

  Shaking such thoughts from his mind wasn’t an easy task, but what was happening in the room behind him gave him no choice.

  Honor was strutting her stuff across the floor blatantly flirting with each and every man she came across. The sway of her hips had gone from gentle to sassy, and the smile that lit her face up was nothing short of mischievous.