O'Malley Wild: Honoring Sean Page 6

  His cock immediately sprang to life at the vivid memories. Honor’s fist-tight pussy gripping every hard inch of him. The scent of her juices as they overflowed onto his questing fingers.

  Without a second thought to invading her privacy, he made his way to the bathroom. Standing in the doorway, he could see her silhouette through the haze of steam filling the air.

  She has the voice of an angel, he thought to himself, wondering if she’d ever considered singing in public. The haunting melody he’d first heard her humming had turned into a rollicking version of You Don’t Mess Around With Jim.

  As she belted out the verse about Big Jim being a pool shootin’ son of a gun, Sean grabbed a bath towel from the cabinet. By the time she made it to the chorus, he was hard and ready, making his way to the shower.

  Her back was turned to him, showing off the curve of her ass to perfection. The valley of her spine was erotic as hell. He couldn’t wait to trail his tongue down it, nipping and tasting every square inch. Opening the glass shower door, he stepped in and took Honor into his arms.

  “Oh!” she shrieked. “You scared me to death,” she added, when she’d finally found her voice.

  “I didn’t want to interrupt your song, Darlin’, but I couldn’t stay away once I saw you in here all naked and wet. Nice song, by the way,” he added with a wink.

  “Thanks,” she relied saucily. “It reminded me of you.”

  “How’s that?”

  “Well, you shoot pool like a pro, just like Jim. And you’re big, really big,” she said, looking down to the juncture of his thighs where his cock was standing proudly erect, begging for attention.

  “But you’re not dumb and they don’t call you boss,” she finished with a giggle.

  “Why thank you, sweetheart. I think the ‘boss’ title is saved for Hayden. As for the rest, what can I say? I own a bar so I’d better know how to shoot pool, and I’ve always been big.” He let loose his best roguish smile and gave a quick wink before backing her to the shower wall.

  With a hand flat against the tiled wall on each side of Honor’s head, he trapped her. She looked from side to side as if looking for an escape route before leaning into him, nipping his lower lip.

  The sensation was magnetic. It drew him to her swiftly and without thought. When he leaned closer, she grasped his cock in one delicate hand and gave a tiny squeeze. Letting go, she then fondled his balls, causing his shaft to grow impossibly longer and harder.

  Tugging firmly but gently, she forced him to move until they were out of the direct spray of water before she gracefully dropped to her knees in front of him.

  There was no play in her game this time. She zeroed in on him then lowered her head devouring him in one swift motion.

  It was almost enough to send him over the edge. In order to remain standing, he locked his knees and leaned against the cool tiled wall of the shower.

  The woman was a fast learner—he’d give her that. Lord, but she could win a prize with what that delectable little mouth could accomplish. Good thing she belonged to him because if he ever heard of her mouth settling on another cock, there would be hell to pay.

  That was his last coherent thought before she hummed while keeping his length buried damned near to the back of her throat.

  The ensuing vibration was like setting a match to kindling. It caused him to go up in flames. And once again, she took everything he had to offer.

  * * * * *

  He said she tasted like sunshine. Well, if that was the case then she would have to say he tasted like a starry moonlit night.

  Dark and mysterious.

  From the moment he’d stepped foot into the shower, without batting an eye at either her nudity or his own, Honor had been lost.

  One glimpse of his beautifully nude body, especially his proudly erect penis, and her mouth had watered for a taste. There was no fighting the urge to take him in her mouth, to love him, to honor the man that he was. When he’d trapped her against the shower wall, he’d given her the perfect opportunity to do just that.

  Now she watched as he soaped up one of those fluffy shower puffs. It was an incredible sight. To see this overly large man lather up a cute baby blue shower puff. When he moved toward her and began to run the puff along her neck and chest, she couldn’t move a muscle.

  After washing them both thoroughly, he stepped from the shower and gathered two bath towels. Honor stood on the fluffy bathmat while Sean dried her from head to toe, paying extra special attention to the strategic spots he knew would make her body tingle and her mind whirl in anticipation.

  Honor watched as he dried his body then wrapped the towel around his waist. He opened a drawer, pulling several items from it. It was his shaving equipment.

  “Come here, Little Darlin’,” he said.

  Without question, she moved to his side. Honor watched as he lowered the toilet lid and sat down.

  “How about you shave me then I’ll shave you?” he asked.

  “Ummm,” she answered, trying to think of an excuse when he cut her off.

  “Uh-uh, last night you said ‘yes’ when I brought it up.”

  “That’s not fair. Last night I probably would have agreed to anything.”

  “Awww, come on, Darlin’. You’ll love it, I promise.”

  “Why do you shave your head, Sean?” It was something she’d often wondered about.

  “No special reason at first, but now I can tell you that when rubbed just the right way it makes me horny as hell.”

  She laughed for a minute, studying him she said, “If I touch your head…” She couldn’t finish, it seemed preposterous.

  “If you don’t believe me just wait until that pretty little cunt of yours is bald. Then you’ll understand. It’s so much more sensitive, especially when freshly shaved.”

  Hearing him refer to her vagina as a cunt was extremely provocative. It seemed strange considering the fact that if it had come from someone else, she would have taken it as an insult. With Sean though, it made her hot and wet.

  After thinking about it, she agreed. What did she have to lose besides a bit of pubic hair? She mentally shrugged.

  Following Sean’s directions, she first used his electric razor.

  That alone made his head feel smooth to the touch, but he insisted she lather him up and use a regular razor as well. Stroking her hand over the denuded skin of his scalp, she wondered if her shaving his head had any effect on him.

  Leaning forward, she looked over his shoulder to ask him when she noticed how the towel over his groin was tented. Question answered. She couldn’t help the bright smile curving her mouth.

  For the first time in her life, she felt at home. To be content knowing she would be staying in one place was new to her. Her heart screamed for her to tell Sean, but she couldn’t bring herself to do it. The man had an ego the size of Texas, and she wasn’t about to inflate it any further by telling him he was right.

  Lord have mercy, he’d really be impossible to live with then!

  Once finished, she wiped any excess foam from his head then patted him dry with a towel. Peeking over his shoulder to his lap, she whispered, “I believe you.” After nipping his neck, she turned and sauntered from the room.

  She could hear his laughter as he followed her from the bathroom. When she turned, it was to see him place a can of shave foam and a new razor on the nightstand beside the bed.

  “Lay down on your back with the towel under your hips, sweetheart. I’ll be right back.”

  He walked from the room back into the adjoining bathroom. Minutes later he emerged with a bowl full of what looked like steaming water and a pair of scissors.

  Honor did as he asked. She climbed onto the bed and got into the position he specified with her towel under her hips, leaving her whole body naked before him. He didn’t seem to mind in the least.

  He came to the edge of the bed and took her calves in his hands, pushing back until her feet were flat on the bed, knees wide, leaving her comple
tely open.

  She could feel the heat spread all the way to the roots of her hair as he continued to gaze at her vagina, which was sure to be wet.

  He began by clipping the hair as short as possible with the scissors. Honor hummed to herself trying to keep at least a small amount of dignity. Staying as he’d placed her was not an easy task when what she really wanted to do was close her legs, grab her towel and cover herself.

  Once he’d clipped her pubic hair short, Sean covered her mound with shaving cream. The feel of his fingers spreading the think cream over her partially denuded skin wasn’t much help in relaxing her, not once he lifted the razor from the nightstand. When her body stiffened in anticipation, there was nothing she could do to relax it.

  “Relax and enjoy, baby,” he soothed, as he began to make sure strokes with the razor, removing a section of hair each time.

  As each section of hair was removed, she anticipated the worst, only to find a pleasant tingling sensation instead. The cool air of the room made her even more aware of just how much coverage her pubic hair had afforded her.

  What seemed like hours later, Honor was standing before a mirror with Sean right behind her. It was the first time she could ever remember seeing herself bare. Not even as a young girl had she looked at herself so closely.

  When Sean moved in front of her and dropped to his knees, blowing a warm breath across her freshly shaven flesh, she came on the spot. Her cry of surprise filled the room, but didn’t slow him down. With relentless determination, he showed her just how sensitive her bald mound could be. By the time he was done with her, she was a boneless heap on the floor.

  He scooped her up into his arms and made off with her to the bed. It seemed the man was forever carrying her off somewhere.

  Chapter Nine

  The next week seemed to pass by in a blur of activity. Every morning found Sean waking with a peaceful feeling of contentment surrounding him, Honor in his arms. Each night he took her to his home, making her more and more his.

  The thought of her leaving him, leaving Texas, was enough to mess up even the best wet dream. She was his now just as much as he was hers, and the sooner she got that through her thick head, the better off they’d be.

  The only problem was that everything was not okay. Oh, sure, she may be acting like her naturally happy self, but something was bothering her, and as long as she wasn’t willing to tell him what it was, he couldn’t help her.

  That left a very frustrated Sean, which wasn’t a good thing.

  Besides Honor and the sheer joy he felt every time she was near, Sean had another reason to be ecstatically happy. His baby brother had made it home.

  Zane seemed happy with the woman he had brought with him. Serena seemed to be the other half of Zane, and as much as Sean didn’t want to admit it, he was a bit jealous.

  Sean had loved many women over the years. He’d loved some for their bodies and some for their intelligence while others he’d loved for their sense of humor.

  Out of all of those women, he had never loved the complete package. With Honor, it was different. He genuinely loved everything about her. He was learning, though, that while loving came easy to him, being in love did not.

  It was hard work. Work he was more than willing to put in overtime for, he just hoped that Honor felt the same.

  All of the uncertainty, combined with the fact he was sure something was bothering her, left him in a foul mood.

  He just couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happen to mess up what he and Honor had going. Pushing the fear aside, he decided not to give it another thought. Why go looking for trouble?

  About the time he decided to leave off the bad thoughts and do whatever necessary to get himself in a better mood, the door to the pub opened.

  The place was eerily quiet. The only noise was coming from the jukebox. A soft country ballad. The lights were dim, leaving the room in an amber glow.

  When she walked through the door, his heart skipped a beat. The light from outside shone so brightly he could not see her face, only sunshine radiating from around her head and body like a halo, her golden aura.

  She advanced into the room allowing the door to close behind her. He’d seen it before. Noticed it in every nuance of her body. The way she carried herself, the pallor of her skin. She spent her days trying to keep her distance and for the life of him, he couldn’t figure out what was wrong or why she was doing it.

  Every night she came alive in his arms. He’d done things to her and with her that no other woman had condoned. He’d given her her first taste of bondage, letting him tie her to his four-poster bed like a virgin sacrifice. Memories of the things they’d done while she was tied and at his mercy drained all the blood from his brain.

  Like any hot-blooded male, the blood flowed directly south of his belt buckle, and pooled in his cock, which was now throbbing to life.

  Although he was one hundred and ten percent sure she enjoyed every second of their time together, it seemed lately that there was a dark storm cloud gathering high above just waiting to dump its dreary load on their unsuspecting heads.

  Sean studied her face as she came closer. The pain in her eyes was hard to look at. It was blatantly obvious to all that she was suffering. Or at least it was to him.

  Not being able to help was like a knife being twisted in an already ragged wound. His worst fear was that she had realized she didn’t love him, and she couldn’t figure out how to tell him. Did she want to leave him already? And if so, would she also be leaving town?

  Her chin was angled stubbornly, warning that she was going to try yet again to remain aloof. It made Sean beyond angry that she would even try after he’d spent every possible free moment loving her thoroughly.

  When she reached the bar where he was standing, she rested her forehead against his chest for a brief moment surprising him. Taking a deep breath, she lifted her face offering her mouth to him.

  Eagerly, he claimed her lips in a passionate kiss. Pouring every bit of himself into her, he silently prayed that everything would turn out just fine.

  When he finally ended the kiss, he was breathing hard. The weight of his rigid shaft an uncomfortable reminder of the amount of control he was lacking when it came to Honor Rollings.

  With his finger, he tipped her head back until he was staring down into her eyes. Eyes that were red-rimmed as if she had been crying. Eyes that suddenly seemed haunted and were no longer dancing with merriment. Blue eyes with bruises of fatigue smudged below them.

  Not only did she look exhausted, but she acted as if the weight of the world was on her shoulders. And yet, when he asked, she denied anything was wrong.

  With one last maddening kiss, he held her at arm’s length. No longer would he stand for her evasive answers. She would tell him what was wrong right now or he would call the doctor.

  She needed sleep and she needed to share her burdens, and if she wouldn’t see to it herself, he sure as hell would.

  * * * * *

  “Hey there, handsome,” she said after the last quick kiss. He was holding her away from him when all she wanted to do was burrow deep inside him and not come back out until it was all over.

  “Hey, yourself,” he answered. He had a very determined look on his face and the dark scowl crossing his features didn’t bode well for somebody, Honor just hoped it wasn’t for her. She wasn’t at all sure she could take an argument right now.

  “We need to talk, sweetheart,” he told her while leading her to a stool. With his hands at her waist, he boosted her up onto the high barstool.

  When she was comfortably seated, he wedged her knees open with a palm on each leg. Settling himself between her open legs, he blocked any chance she had of shifting away from him. This made her nervous.

  “What’s up?” she asked with what she hoped to be a smile on her face.

  “I don’t know, Honor. Why don’t you tell me?”

  He was angry, but she wasn’t sure why. He’d asked her sev
eral times over the past few days what was wrong. She wanted to tell him, to share with him what she lived through yearly, but couldn’t bring herself to do it.

  Talking about the death of her parents, even all these years later, was hard. Reliving their deaths—the accident—it was all too much. There were so many good memories she longed to share but right now, so close to the anniversary of their death and the loss of her last living relative, not even the good memories were easy.

  With an overly bright smile plastered on her face she said, “I don’t know what you’re talking about. I came in a little early so I could see you.” Then to distract him, “Aren’t you happy to see me?”

  “Don’t give me that crap, baby. You’re here early because you more than likely couldn’t sleep. You haven’t slept well in days, tossing and turning through the night. I want to know why, Honor.”

  When she opened her mouth to protest, he cut her off.

  “Don’t even think to argue with me. You look like hell. Either you tell me what’s going on or I call Dr. Thompson. Your choice.”

  He was right and she knew it, but it still made her spitting mad that he would insist she see a doctor.

  Nightmares had kept her awake the past few nights. It was disturbing to know in her heart that nothing she might have done could have changed the outcome of her parent’s accident and yet, the ‘what ifs’ had the ability to drive her crazy. The one big difference was that now she wasn’t in it alone. Now she’d wake in a cold sweat within the circle of Sean’s arms as he cooed words of comfort to her.

  The dream was always the same. It was her sixteenth birthday and she was all dressed up. The Major and her mother were due any minute. She was a young woman now and would be treated as such. As a gift, her parents had bought her a new car.

  They had taken a cab to the dealership to pick the car up. Her mom had made dinner reservations at a fancy French restaurant, they were going to surprise her with the car and then let her drive them to dinner. Only they never made it.