O'Malley Wild: Honoring Sean Page 3

  Grimacing at his overly aroused penis, Sean swung his legs off the side of the bed and headed for the bathroom to shower.

  When he finished dressing, he would give Zane a call. Get a feel as to when he would be coming home and why. His baby brother had yet to say a word as to why now, after four years of being away from home, he’d finally decided to come back.

  The fact that he was bringing his live-in girlfriend Serena with him was another story in itself, because Zane, like their oldest brother Hayden, had never been the settling-down type.

  Sean was just getting ready to hang up when someone finally answered the phone.

  “What?” was growled into his ear.

  Sean couldn’t help but laugh, Zane never was one to wake up with much grace. “Wake up, baby brother.”

  “Dammit, Sean! Do you know what time it is?”

  “Yep, sure do. It’s time to get up. What, do people in California sleep the morning away?” he couldn’t help but taunt, only to have Zane mumble something about a two-hour time difference.

  “Oh, sorry. I didn’t think about that one,” Sean answered, not sounding the least bit sorry. He asked Zane what was going on then listened intently when Zane explained that he was coming home for good and bringing Serena with him. They were planning to marry in Texas, with his family and friends present.

  “Well, I’ll be damned!” Sean managed to get out between hoots of laughter. Then he sobered a little bit and asked, “Are you sure about this, Zane? I mean, these damned women are enough to drive a man crazy.”

  “What women, Sean?” The other end of the line remained silent. “Spill it already. I don’t have time for this crap.”

  Sean didn’t have to wonder why Zane had “no time for crap” just now. He could hear the drowsily mumbled voice of a woman coming from the other end of the line.

  Sean went on to explain about Honor. How she’d come home after learning of her aunt’s death and had stayed, needing work.

  He wasn’t at all amused when Zane outright laughed after being told of their first argument. He couldn’t help it if he’d turned into a possessive man. He’d known from the first adult moment he’d laid eyes on Honor Rollings that she was the one, and he’d told her so.

  Told her that she belonged to him, that soon she’d be his wife, the mother to his kids. So what if she had looked at him as if he were an escapee from a mental institution. She belonged to him and that was all there was to it.

  “From your tone I’m assuming that didn’t sit too well with her.” Zane said.

  “To say the least.” Then hearing his brother’s breath gasp through the phone line, and a sultry giggle sound not too far away, Sean couldn’t help himself.

  “So, Zane, is that her I hear? And why all of a sudden has your breathing turned ragged?”

  “Can it, Sean. I’ve got to go. I’ll see you in about a week,” Zane said, just before the phone went dead.

  His brother was coming home in a week. Watch out Texas, was all he could think.

  * * * * *

  Honor woke the next morning garbed in nothing but her bra and panties with a bladder ready to burst. Scrambling from the bed, she made her way to the restroom. Once finished, she leaned forward to study herself in the mirror.

  She looked the same, but she wasn’t. She wasn’t sure whether to be mortified over what had happened or not. What she did know was that through the burn of the spanking Sean had administered, she’d felt an intense arousal unlike anything she could ever imagine.

  Her feelings worried her a bit.

  Throughout her adult life, she’d craved someone to take control, someone to take care of her, to protect her. Even when her independent womanly self fought the realization tooth and nail, her inner self knew the truth. There was no denying it, but she also couldn’t bring herself to admit it.

  Was she willing to stay put when all she’d known was how to live simply, moving from place to place? She was well aware that part of her constant moving was a way of running. There wasn’t much she would back down or run from, but one of thing was the memories of her parents’ death.

  Time had helped heal the pain of their loss, but even after all these years, their death still caused her heart to ache. Now, as an adult, Honor knew that she wasn’t directly responsible for their deaths the way she’d thought early on. And although the realization eased the ache, it was still something she preferred not to think about, wouldn’t allow herself to dwell on. Honor had a feeling that the recent loss of her aunt would make this year a bit harder to cope with.

  The anniversary of her parents’ death was the only time of the year Honor let go. It was the only way she could make it through the day. Usually she would wake up and from the first eye-opening moment of the day, she’d drink.

  Then she’d drink some more until she couldn’t think. The next two days would be pure torturous hell, but by the time her hangover was gone and she felt like living again, the momentous day had passed, and she’d have a full year until she was forced to relive it again. Right or wrong, it was her way of coping, one that seemed to work for the most part.

  Unfortunately, by doing so, she was allowing a part of herself to be lost because since the day of the accident, she had not celebrated a birthday. It was also much easier to keep to herself if she didn’t stay in one place for too long. Never allowing herself the closeness of a one-on-one relationship was the easiest way Honor could think of to keep herself from future pain. What was left of her family had died with her aunt. The recent loss had been hard enough, but Honor wasn’t so sure she could survive losing a lover or a spouse, which was why she was so stubborn about remaining alone. That stubbornness was the reason she found herself arguing so often with Sean O’Malley.

  Pushing such morose thoughts from her mind, Honor decided to instead think of the overwhelming feelings Sean had fondled from her body just the night before.

  Before she could get too deeply into those intensely erotic memories, the phone rang.

  “Hello,” she said, answering the phone, trying not to sound breathless.

  “Good mornin’, Little Darlin’,” the voice drawled in her ear.

  “Good morning, Sean.”

  “How’d you sleep?”

  “Fine, just fine. Thanks. And you?” she asked, not knowing what else to say.

  “Probably not nearly as well as you, but I did just fine. I had a need to hear your sweet voice this morning, Little Darlin’,” he said, being completely honest.

  When she said nothing, he continued, “I just got off the phone with my brother Zane. Do you remember him?” he asked her.

  “Yes, I think. He was the youngest of you three, right?”

  “That’s right, and I’m right smack-dab in the middle at thirty-five. Hayden is the oldest. He lives just out of town. You’ll probably see him at work tonight. He usually comes in on Fridays.”

  “So what did you talk about, your brother and you?”

  “He’s been living in California and has decided to come home. Said he’d be here in about a week. And get this, he’s bringing his fiancée with him.”

  “Hmmm,” was all she could think of to say in response, not knowing if it was a good idea to bring up marriage. After all, the man was bound and determined to drag her to the altar, and she wasn’t at all sure if that was what she wanted. Better to be safe than sorry, for now at least.

  “Well, Little Darlin’, I need to go. I’ll see you at work tonight.”

  “All right, Sean. I’ll see you tonight,” she said then hung up the phone.

  Memories assailed her mind. Gossip about the wild O’Malley boys—and how they liked to share their women. With a shudder, Honor prayed that’s all it was, small town gossip started by folks who had nothing better to do with their days.

  She’d have to wait it out and see what happened, but she wouldn’t make any decisions about staying in Texas until she knew for sure what type of man Sean O’Malley was. At this point in time though, she couldn�
��t imagine him sharing her with anybody, not that she’d let him. After all, wasn’t that why he’d punched her dance partner in the nose the other night? Because he wasn’t much into sharing where she was concerned.

  Chapter Four

  It was Friday night, and O’Malley’s was the busiest place on the block. It was an accomplishment Sean was very proud of. At a table across the room, a group of men and women were having a very boisterous conversation. Their laughter filled the place.

  Absently, Sean wondered what Hayden’s reaction would be when he made it in for his Friday night drink. If the energetic woman with short spiked hair was still sitting at the table laughing her head off when Hayden finally got there, it would more than likely turn into an interesting evening.

  About the time he finished washing the round of dirty glasses Honor had set on the bar, she was back with more.

  “Slow down, Little Darlin’,” he chided her. “I can’t keep up.”

  “I’ll help then,” she answered, making her way behind the bar to join him in front of the deep stainless steel double sink.

  Honor had been skittish as a cat in a roomful of rockers when she had first showed up for work. It took a good thirty minutes before she would even look him in the eye, and when she finally did, she’d had the cutest look on her face.

  All flustered and pink-cheeked, she looked as if she wanted the floor to open up and swallow her whole. Sean could do nothing but smile for several long minutes, which evidently rubbed her the wrong way because before he knew what was happening, she had both hands balled into fists. The way she rested them on her slender hips, foot tapping a vicious rhythm, made him well aware she was getting angry. Damn, but she was gorgeous.

  Before she got going full steam ahead, he gathered her close and kissed the daylights out of her. She had no time to protest before his tongue sought refuge within the warm, moist depths of her mouth.

  Her taste burst upon his tongue, wringing a groan from him. Her body was meshed with his, pliant and ready. Just as ready as he was.

  The feel of his cock rubbing against her belly was sheer misery, and at the same time, overwhelmingly joyous. Holding Honor in his arms was better than jacking-off any day of the week.

  Of course, the fact that they were at the pub, and it was time to open put a damper on the situation, but just that brief embrace had put her at ease and that was what he’d been going for.

  He wanted her to remember every minute of every swat that had landed on her delectable backside, but coming to terms with the darker side of one’s sexuality could be a tricky, emotionally draining business. So, he’d push a little here and there, just enough to keep her ultra aware, on edge, but he wouldn’t ask too much of her just yet.

  When Honor was standing next to him at the sink, he stared back at her in the mirror. From their vantage point, they could see the room behind them. The noisy group across the room seemed to get larger by the minute. He was grateful Honor wasn’t the only one waiting tables tonight, or he’d never get the chance to be near her.

  When he was sure no one was watching, he moved until he was standing directly behind her, completely blocking her from the room at large, and yet allowing her to see everyone behind them, through the mirror.

  He nestled his cock against her lower back then bent his head to the curve of her neck, licking and nibbling until he reached the tender flesh of her earlobe.

  Little wisps of hair smelling of strawberries tickled his nose. Bringing one arm around, he clasped her tightly to him, her back to his chest.

  One hand brushed the underside of her left breast, causing a shiver to run along her body, making him smile. He let his hand continue its wicked journey. When he reached the tip of her breast, his fingers rolled and pinched the taut nipple found there. It hardened further, beading in his hand as it begged for all he had to offer.

  When Honor gasped in surprise, arching her back to get closer to his hand, Sean’s free hand moved under her shirt, stroking the bare skin of her abdomen.

  Her skin was warm and smooth. Her flat abdomen left her ribs outlined, allowing him to trace them, causing her to squirm her ass against him. He’d have to remember she was ticklish.

  The way she reacted to his touch made him feel ten-foot tall. Every little moan and gasp went straight to his cock causing it to harden as his life’s blood throbbed through its veined length. The intensity made his heart feel as though it would burst from his chest, his head swam with visions of what it would be like to have Honor helpless, at his mercy.

  His mind automatically swung to a vision of Honor tied to his bed, which made him wonder what she’d think of a little bondage play.

  Once again, he plucked and rolled her nipples, this time one was fondled over her shirt, the other under her shirt. He could see how aroused she was. High on her cheeks, the color was a dusky pink. Her nipples were both beaded to hard peaks and her eyes, her magnificent blue eyes, were heavy with lust.

  When she moved her ass against him in a silent plea for release while allowing her eyelids to close, he commanded her to open them.

  “Open those baby blues, Little Darlin’. I want you to watch what I’m doing to you.”

  It took a moment, but her eyelids fluttered open, remaining at half-mast as if they were too heavy to open completely.

  “Sean, you can’t,” she whispered. He loved it when she said his name in that throaty voice. Her eyes were wild as she watched the room behind her. He could feel her heartbeat against his hand, fast and strong. Was she worried someone would see them? Did the thought arouse her even more?

  “Sure I can. You just relax and go with it.”

  He felt her stiffen just a bit when one hand inched her knee-length denim skirt up to her thighs. His fingers slipped beneath the elastic at the leg of her panties, allowing him free rein of her slick center.

  Bending at the knees, Sean lowered enough to rub his engorged cock between the cleft of her ass. At the same time, he sank one finger deep inside her tight sheath, rubbing his palm against her swollen clit.

  When her legs began to tremble, he held tight. Her head had lolled back against his shoulder so he reminded her once again.

  Nipping her neck, he said, “Eyes open, baby.”

  “Oh, Sean,” she panted. “Not here.”

  “Tell me when you’re ready, Darlin’,” he said, playing her body until her back bowed and her breathing came in short little bursts.

  Her pussy pulled at his finger, milking it just the way her heat would milk his cock. She was extremely wet, her juices making slippery sucking noises as he worked his finger in and out of her.

  The smell of her arousal as it wafted about them was enough to make him lose it. Gritting his teeth to stay in control, he continued to fuck her with his finger while working her clit with the heel of his hand.

  Her mouth formed a perfect little “O” just as her eyes began to glaze over. “Oh, God, Sean…” was all she managed.

  * * * * *

  Honor thought she’d die from the exquisite feeling prepared to take over. She could feel her body tremble, her knees grow weak, but nothing on earth could make her say the words to stop him. Seeing the differences between them in the mirror was so erotic she could do nothing but give herself to the feelings coursing through her body.

  His face, as it watched intently from over her shoulder, holding her gaze, made her dizzy with need. The tanned skin stretched taut over his high cheekbones and squared jaw was so different from the paleness of her own.

  She couldn’t see his hand as it played between her thighs, but the fingers torturing her nipple were insistent, causing her other nipple to tighten and press against her blouse begging for its turn.

  The force of her arousal covered her body like a glove. It took every effort, every brain cell not already occupied, to stifle the scream begging to break free.

  The noises her body was making as the length of his finger worked in and out of her were lewd, embarrassing, and yet, they brought
her arousal to a dizzying peak. If being fondled in a crowded bar was this good, she could only imagine and anticipate what it would be like to have his penis buried deep inside her. It had been so long since she’d had a man, and never before had she had a man quite like the one standing so close behind her.

  When she finally managed to say something, to warn Sean she was about to explode, the clenching of her muscles cut her off. She was so wet she could feel her liquid heat slick between her thighs. She could imagine her essence running over Sean’s hand as it worked furiously within her body.

  Just about the time she was no longer sure she’d be able to hold back her climaxing screams, his hand turned her face up and to the side. When Sean’s coaxing lips settled over her own, she released all that she’d held in. Sean absorbed what the noisy pub didn’t.

  When she finally made it back to reality, she focused her gaze into the mirror studying the man behind her. A fine sheen of perspiration dotted Sean’s face and his magnificently bald head. His hazel eyes now appeared to be a deep green in color, the pupils dilated.

  The length of his shaft beneath his jeans was intimidating and arousing all at the same time, she could still feel it against her lower back.

  Once again, he’d managed to bring her to the peak and watch her fall over without getting there himself. He was an exasperatingly confusing man.

  A man she wanted to taste. She couldn’t help but lick her lips, imagining how he would feel in her mouth, hot and hard.

  He must have noticed the look on her face because when she turned in his arms, he held her close.

  “Don’t go looking at me like that, sweetheart. Not here, not now.”

  The words were like a cool douse of water over the head because until then she’d forgotten where she was. Still held firmly within the circle of Sean’s arms, she ventured a peek over his shoulder out into the room only to be brought up short.