O'Malley Wild: Honoring Sean Page 4

Sitting just on the other side of the bar was a handsome man wearing a tan Stetson.

  He was a tall man with a crooked smile. His hazel eyes made her groan. Oh, God, they’d been caught. She felt like a teenager who’d been busted necking in the backseat of her boyfriend’s car.

  Only she hadn’t been necking, she’d been brought to a screaming orgasm in the middle of a crowded bar.

  Ducking her head low to cover her burning face, she told Sean that Hayden had made it.

  “What’s that?” he asked.

  She repeated herself, but evidently he couldn’t hear with her voice muffled against his chest, so he lifted her chin with a single finger and arched a brow in question.

  In a whisper, she said. “Your brother is standing behind you. From the smile on his face, I’d say he’s been there a while.”

  Sean’s mouth slid into a smile of its own. Leaning down, he rubbed his lips against hers. The hair of his mustache rubbed against her mouth rasping over each and every nerve ending.

  When he brought his hand up between them, inhaling deeply, she thought she’d die.

  “You smell like heaven, Little Darlin’, and I bet you taste like sunshine,” he said, winking at her as he sucked his finger making it glisten with saliva. “Yep. Just like sunshine.”

  She couldn’t think of a thing to say. The man was erotically outrageous and completely lacking in inhibitions.

  “Now give me your mouth. Right now a kiss will have to do, but later we’ll have to try out some of those naughty thoughts running around up here,” he said kissing her temple before making his way to her mouth.

  When he finally released her lips, she was breathless.

  “I can’t wait to feel your mouth on my cock,” he whispered in her ear, making her gasp, before turning to his brother.

  She heard them talking, but they seemed far away. How in the hell was she going to be able to work when all she could think about was going down on Sean?

  Chapter Five

  Sean turned to face his brother. The grin covering his face was a bit wicked he was sure. It had been worth it. Every second of every little gasp had made it all worthwhile. The fact that he still hadn’t found release was no problem because tonight he would remedy that.

  Tonight he would sink his throbbing shaft so deep into Honor’s tight little cunt she’d never forget who it was she belonged to.

  The thought made him groan in frustration. He could be a patient man when necessary, but his patience was almost at an end. And from the uncomfortable fit of his jeans, due to his everlasting erection, it was none too soon.

  He could tell by the look on Hayden’s face he was in for it.

  “Don’t start, Hayden.”

  “Start what?” his brother answered back with a look of innocence on his face.

  “You know what,” Sean growled. “Just leave it,” he warned. A warning Hayden evidently chose to ignore.

  “So, that’s the widow’s niece. Sure did grow up, didn’t she?”

  Sean didn’t bother to answer, knowing damned well he was being baited.

  “To hear Zane tell it, you’ve gone and fallen in love. Even told the lady herself, something I hear she wasn’t too pleased about.”

  Sean could hear the laughter in Hayden’s voice and it irritated the hell out of him. He knew exactly what to say to turn the table on his big brother.

  “Yep, she was about as happy being told she belonged to me as you were while Austin was spending her days chasing you around,” he said, tipping his head toward the growing crowd across the bar.

  The fiery little redhead across the room was sitting on the lap of the pretty boy who’d joined the crowd only moments before. And from the looks of her, she was having one hell of a good time.

  Hayden’s look of triumph turned into his legendary black scowl as he slid from the barstool. Just as he’d known it would, mentioning Austin had taken the heat off of him, for now.

  However, he did feel a bit guilty about putting Austin on the spot. After all, she seemed to be having a good time and not hurting a soul in the process.

  From the look on his brother’s face though, her good times were just about over. When Hayden took his first step forward, Sean warned, “I don’t want any trouble, Hayden.” To which he received a grunt in response.

  Austin Calhoun was a wild woman. She’d been born and raised in Texas, and insisted she’d never live elsewhere. The only daughter of a single mother, she had pretty much raised herself.

  For the past month or so, she’d worked keeping books at the Big O Ranch. She teased Hayden mercilessly about the name of his ranch and enjoyed every minute of the torture she wreaked upon him.

  Of course, being the proud O’Malley he was, Hayden wouldn’t even think of changing the name of the ranch. It had been the Big O Ranch since the first O’Malley had tamed the land and it would remain the Big O Ranch until there wasn’t an O’Malley left to run it.

  He watched as Hayden strode across the room. There were always sparks when he and Austin got together. He wondered when Hayden was going to finally give up and realize those sparks could start a damned good fire if he’d fan the flame just a bit.

  Hell, Austin had made no secret about the way she felt. She claimed she’d been in love with Hayden since she was nine years old.

  Sean wasn’t sure what had happened to change that, but something had because just recently Austin had gone from being wild to plain old hell on wheels. She’d begun taking chances and living dangerously. Not to mention her little side job. That one still pissed Hayden off whenever it was brought up.

  A commotion across the room drew Sean’s attention. He didn’t even have to wonder what had caused such a ruckus, the raised voice said it all.

  “Dammit to hell, Hayden O’Malley! You’d better put me down before I kick your cowboy ass all over Texas.”

  The voice got quieter and quieter the closer to the door they got, but the struggle the woman over Hayden’s shoulder was putting up was pretty good considering her size.

  A loud whack filled the already quiet room as Hayden slapped his palm against the denim-clad backside riding high on his shoulder. Followed by a growled, “Stay still”.

  “Ouch! You son of a—” was all the crowd in the bar heard before the door closed, blocking what Sean was sure would be a barrage of curse words hot enough to make the finest sailor proud.

  It was going to be a hot time in the old town for those two, Sean was sure of it. He was still watching the door when Honor came to stand in front of him.

  “Why didn’t you stop him?” she asked, a look of outrage on her china-doll face.

  “Stop him?” he repeated, not at all sure what she meant.

  “Yes. Stop. Him,” she enunciated as if he were slow-witted. “That was Austin Calhoun he just carried off.”

  “You know Austin?” he asked, not trying to hide the irritation at her attitude. Or the fact that he wasn’t at all sure he wanted his future bride hanging out with Austin The Hellion.

  “Yes, I know Austin. She was a few years behind me in school, but I remember her. We’ve met a few times since I’ve been back in town. So, why didn’t you stop him?” she repeated.

  “Because she works for Hayden, and it seems he’s always saving her from one thing or another.” It sounded like a good answer to him, but from the look on Honor’s face, she wasn’t going for it.

  “Saving her? Like how? She didn’t need to be saved from anything tonight.”

  “Maybe, maybe not,” he said, then after thinking on it for a minute added. “Maybe she needed saving from herself.”

  * * * * *

  Honor wasn’t at all sure what Sean had meant by that, but from the irritated look on his face, it was no longer up for discussion.

  Once again, she thought it must be a Texas thing. Or was it an O’Malley thing? It was all so confusing, but evidently, it didn’t bother anyone else because not another soul in the whole room had come to her rescue. Not even the man whose lap A
ustin had been sitting on.

  The way Hayden had strode right over to the table in his slow-rolling gait, just like the real cowboy he was, decked out in his snug-fitting Wrangler jeans and Stetson, had proven how comfortable he was with himself. He seemed confident, as if he hadn’t a care in the world.

  After a few words spoken in a deep voice, the pretty boy had almost upended Austin, getting her off his lap. It would have been comical if she hadn’t been embarrassed on Austin’s behalf.

  The whole over-the-shoulder thing had been arousing, in a barbaric sort of way. Then of course, there had been the sound of Austin’s bottom being smacked. That had brought a whole flood of memories to mind.

  It made her center heat just thinking of what had happened between herself and Sean. She wondered if he’d thought the same thing while watching the scene unfold?

  Turning, she looked back across the room. He was watching her, a knowing look on his face. His gaze brought warmth to her cheeks, which spread down across her neck and onto her chest.

  Chill bumps raised her skin, only she wasn’t cold. She was warm, too warm. The feel of her now-erect nipples as they rasped the lace of her bra was excruciatingly naughty. She wanted to pinch and roll them between her fingers, as Sean had done not more than an hour ago.

  Tonight would be the night. She hoped with everything inside her he would follow her home or invite her over because she could no longer hold out. She had to feel his length deep within her, filling her until she was stretched so tight around him she thought she’d be split in two.

  If he didn’t take the initiative, she wasn’t sure what she would do. Could she make the first move, insinuate herself within his grasp?

  Once again, she wondered what he would taste like. Never before had she wanted to take a man in her mouth. To feel the flesh of a penis push past the barrier of her lips, hot and deep. But there was no denying it now. That was exactly what she wanted. She just had to figure how to go about getting it and what to do with it once she had it.

  The whole thing was silly actually, but she’d figure it out. Pleasing Sean O’Malley after the two mind-blowing orgasms he’d bestowed on her was a big deal, and she wanted nothing more than to do it right.

  Later that night, after the place had been cleaned, Honor turned out the lights preparing to go home. As she did every other night, she made her way up the hall to the back room where she gathered her personal belongings.

  When that was done, she retraced her steps stopping at the door to Sean’s office. After knocking lightly, Honor eased the door open just a bit, but before she could say a word, Sean drew her into the room closing the door firmly behind her.

  “Are the doors locked, Honor?” She could hear the want in his voice. He was wound tight, ready to explode.

  “The doors?” she questioned.

  “The front and back doors. Are they locked?”

  “Yes, I locked them before I did the register.”

  “Good, very good,” he said, as he lead her to the chair in front of his desk.

  Honor wasn’t sure what he expected of her as he removed the bag from her hand, laying it on the floor next to the desk. He then returned and sat in the chair she was standing next to.

  “I can’t wait, Little Darlin’. I need to feel your mouth on me now.”

  Honor couldn’t help but lick her lips. She’d been waiting for an opening and here it was, but she was a nervous wreck. Her hands shook as she stepped closer to him.

  “Right here?” she asked.

  “Right here, Darlin’.”

  Without preamble, Honor dropped to her knees in front of him, hiking her denim skirt to mid-thigh in order to make the movement easier. He smelled so good she wanted to tear into him. Something about his manly scent turned her into a raving lunatic. Musk and spice. She wondered if he would taste as good as he smelled.

  She rested her shaky hands high up on his thighs loving the way they tensed at her touch. By the look of the bulge in his pants, he’d been anticipating her visit. The thought sent a bolt of feminine awareness shooting right through her to her womb.

  He wanted her, the too-tall woman with narrow hips and small breasts. It was amazing to think that for once, she didn’t feel inadequate—she felt beautiful.

  Looking into his handsome face, she said, “I’ve…um…I’ve never done this before.”

  It was hard to admit and she wasn’t sure what his reaction would be, but she didn’t expect the immediate look of joy she found on his face or the twinkle in his eyes when he answered.

  “But you want to.”

  It wasn’t a question so she didn’t answer.

  “I saw the way you looked at me earlier. Licking your lips while watching my cock almost got you in trouble,” he said, as he grasped her face with both his hands.

  She could feel the slight shake of his grasp. His warm palms were comforting, and yet his touch sent shivers throughout her body.

  “Tell me what you want me to do, Sean. Every little detail of what you like. I want to please you.”

  “You already do, sweetheart. You already do.”

  When she tentatively reached for his zipper, purposefully brushing her hand against his rigid length, he let out a low, husky groan. The sound vibrated through his body and into hers, making the tiny hairs on her arms stand at attention.

  She knew then and there that he spoke the truth. Whatever she did tonight, she knew it would please him. With that revelation, another chink in her armor had been removed.

  Chapter Six

  Honor’s innocent fumbling would have him shooting off his load before she could get him in her heart-shaped mouth. But he wouldn’t stop her—he couldn’t stop her. All he would be able to do was watch as her full, sensuous lips closed around the engorged head of his throbbing cock.

  Her slender hands, which were trembling slightly, pulled his T-shirt from the waistband of his jeans, her hand was warm against his flesh as she then tugged at the button. When it finally popped free, she began working on his zipper. Ever so slowly, she lowered it, rasping it down the length of his distended member. The feeling of her hands on him made him shudder.

  He lifted his hips, permitting her to lower not only his jeans but also his navy-blue boxer briefs. He liked how she looked at him. Evidently his cock did too because it waved and bobbed, trying to gain her attention.

  When he felt the finger of one hand trace the pulsing vein along the underside of his shaft, he couldn’t help but circle her wrist with his hand, stopping her movement. She glanced up at him, her look silently questioning.

  “Give me just a minute, Darlin’. Your hot little fingers are like heaven, but I’m so hot for your mouth it may be over before it starts.”

  Her eyes sparked, a mischievous twinkle settling in their blue depths. Once again, she licked her full and curvaceous lips until they glistened. She then walked her fingers up the inside of his thighs.

  “Feel good?” she asked when he shuddered.

  He couldn’t say a thing, only nod his head before settling it on the chair’s back.

  The little vixen was a fast learner, and she evidently wanted to be in control because she gave no credence to his need for her to slow down. As a matter of fact, she seemed to be teasing him even more.

  When her hot breath floated across the head of his cock, his eyes flew open, his head lifting. Looking down, all he could see was the top of her blonde head. When her moist tongue darted out the very first time, tasting him ever so quickly, he thought he’d die from pleasure.

  His hands threaded their way through her hair, gathering it so he could pull it away from her face. He needed to feel her skin, to get the best view possible while she worked her mouth around his cock.

  She was so velvety hot he thought he’d go up in flames. She took just the head of him in at first, flicking her tongue around and around. He had a hard time remaining in his seat.

  After what seemed like hours of that torture, she settled more into her kneeling pos
ition bringing her closer to his lap, causing him to sink deeper into her waiting mouth.

  One hand grasped the base of his shaft and squeezed. He couldn’t help the gasp that escaped.

  “Sorry,” she said. “Did I hurt you?”

  Oh, yeah, it hurt so good. “Nope,” he said, “You’re doing fine, just fine.” Taking her face in his hands, he guided her mouth back to his eagerly waiting cock, sliding it between her full lips. Past the barrier of her teeth into the warm, waiting depths of her mouth. He needed for her to continue.

  She looked up at him through her lashes, keeping her head slightly turned so he could see her face as she opened wide, once again taking him in.

  The hand working the base of his shaft shifted until his balls were held delicately within her grasp. Her gentleness was like a balm to his overly sensitized body, calming raw nerves, yet leaving him highly aroused.

  She had settled into a nice rhythm, one that would keep him floating yet not allow him to fall over too soon. The lull gave him a brief moment to study her.

  Her eyes had closed—her lids wore an almost sheer tan-colored shadow. She wasn’t one for a lot of make-up. He could still see the tiny blue veins winding their way just under their surface.

  Her nose was small and upturned in the center of her doll-like face. Her cheeks were all roses. The way they hollowed as she sucked him in was as erotic a picture as he’d ever seen. Her lips thinned as she struggled to take more of his length. Combined, she was perfect. Absolutely perfect.

  “Honor, baby,” he groaned. “Take me deeper, suck me harder.”

  And she did.

  She released his length with a plop then quickly gobbled him back up, slurping and sucking as her arousal grew. Her tongue traced the length of his shaft down until she reached his balls.

  He widened his thighs as he scooted closer to the edge of the seat, giving her better access.

  When her lips reached his balls, she sucked one into her mouth rolling it around with her tongue. Never had anyone done that to him. Her hand held him tightly as her thumb played with the single slit in the center of his cockhead, rubbing the fluid she found there.