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  Caitlin touches my arm. “Get behind the bar with me,” she says urgently. “These three are out to cause trouble and Brendan doesn’t look in any mood to let them off lightly.”

  As I slide down from my stool I feel hot breath near my ear and then an arm slides around my waist. It’s one of the men, with his two friends close behind him, laughing. One of them reaches for Caitlin.

  “Get your hands off me,” I say through gritted teeth. The men laugh.

  “Oooh, she’s an American. I’ve never had an American before. First time for everything.”

  “She looks like there’s plenty to go around too,” his friend says, eyeing my breasts. He reaches to grope me and I freeze, panicked. All three of them are pushing into me and Caitlin now and with the bar on the other side of me there’s no escape route.

  Then suddenly the man who was breathing down my ear is gone, his weight lifted off me. I turn to see him crash down on the bar next to me.

  Brendan. It looks as though he has thrown the man clean off his feet. His two cronies rush past me and Caitlin, forgetting us in their haste to protect their friend. In the hand of the larger one I see a flash of metal. I start forward, trying to warn Brendan, but Caitlin starts dragging me behind the bar.

  “Don’t worry about Brendan.”

  “But he’s got a knife!” I shriek. To my surprise, Caitlin doesn’t look at all concerned.

  “Has he? Much luck that will do him,” she says. I stare at her in shock. As much as I’m sure Brendan can look after himself, I’m also sure that he bleeds like any other man.

  But it seems I’m wrong. Brendan has grabbed one of the men and head butted him hard enough to break the man’s nose and send blood flying everywhere. I scream as I see the other man raise his arm and plunge the knife into Brendan’s chest. There’s a scream from across the room. The band has stopped playing and people are staring in shock, while others rush towards the exit. Struggling away from Caitlin I run out from behind the bar, my pulse pounding and tears springing to my eyes. There’s blood on Brendan’s shirt.

  But Brendan has barely moved. He looks down at the wound in surprise, and then laughs. The man with the knife stares at him, and then raises his arm again. Brendan’s features suddenly twist into an expression that can only be described as a snarl, and then, with a movement so fast that my eyes can’t follow, he grabs the man’s arm and twists. There’s a sickening crunch of bone and the knife falls to the ground. So does the man, clutching his arm and screaming in agony. I just stare, hardly able to believe what I’m seeing.

  The guy who grabbed me that had been thrown on the bar suddenly launches himself onto Brendan’s back with a roar. In an almost casual move Brendan throws him off...and he lands over the other side of the club with a thud.

  There’s a shocked silence, then all of the guests start to leave in a hurry, including the band and the men in suits, who give Brendan respectful nods on their way out. The man with the broken nose is helping out his friend, whose arms hangs loosely at his side at an unnatural angle. They don’t even look back at the other guy, who is lying unconscious on the floor. At least, I hope he’s just unconscious.

  “Are you okay?” Caitlin is at my side, putting an arm around me, and I realize that I’m shaking with shock. Brendan has hopped over the bar and is pouring himself a whiskey as though nothing has happened.

  “You...you’ve been stabbed,” I say through dry lips. He pulls off his bloodstained shirt, and I can’t help notice how chiseled and broad his chest is, or his impossibly sculpted abs. And those arms...one bicep must be as wide as my thigh, and my thighs are generous.

  But where the knife went in is only the faintest cut, barely a nick. I stare in shock at his chest.

  “It barely touched me,” Brendan explains with a shrug.

  “But there was more blood,” I protest, squinting suspiciously at the blood stained shirt. He shrugs again. “Flesh wound.”

  I feel lightheaded and sit on one of the bar stools. This makes no sense, and it’s making my head hurt trying to figure it out.

  There’s a dragging sound and I see that the doorman and the bartender are pulling the unconscious man towards the exit.

  “Just put him over by the road,” Brendan says, “He’ll come round soon enough.”

  I watch them pull the man out and realize that neither of them had made any attempt to join in and even up Brendan’s odds. Caitlin too hadn’t seemed at all concerned. It occurs to me that there’s something different about Brendan, and I don’t just mean his amazing body and to-die-for face. I wonder if he’s on super-strength steroids. That might explain the body and the strength...but the way he healed from the knife? Maybe my eyes are playing tricks on me in the dim light of the bar but I could swear that knife went in deep.

  Brendan passes me a whiskey.

  “Drink,” he orders when I hesitate, “you look like you’re about to faint.”

  I tip the shot down my throat, wincing at its fiery taste in my mouth, but then the warmth spreads through my chest and lungs and I do start to feel more grounded.

  “Thanks.”

  “No worries.”

  I glance at Caitlin, who is still remarkably unfazed.

  “Does this happen a lot?”

  “It doesn’t,” she says with a frown. “There aren’t too many who will challenge the Killanney brothers. They must have been new to town, but they seemed to have come in looking for a row.”

  Brendan shakes his head.

  “They knew who I was,” he says. “They kept looking over. Looking for a fight, for sure. We need to find out who they were.” He addresses the last to the doorman, who has come back in and is walking towards us.

  “Left that one under a bush. He’ll sleep it off,” he says, then continues, “I’ll ask around. One of them looked familiar.”

  “You sure?”

  “I am. I can’t be certain where I’ve seen him, but I’ve got a hunch he runs with the O’Donnell brothers.”

  Brendan’s face goes dark and I feel Caitlin flinch next to me. Whoever the O’Donnell brothers are, they’re clearly enemies. And Dad sent me here to keep me out of harm’s way? Looks like I’ve gone straight from the frying pan into the fire, I think. Never has any of my father’s ‘business dealings’ been up in my face like this.

  Yet I’m not scared. I look at Brendan, remembering how he fought the three men off – and took a knife – without seeming to break a sweat, and now that the shock has passed I realize I’m more attracted to him than ever. God help me, but the raw power of the man makes my body turn to liquid heat. I feel a pulse start to throb between my legs and he looks over at me, narrowing his eyes and looking me up and down as though he can somehow sense exactly what I’m thinking and feeling.

  “I’ll see you to your room,” he says quietly, in a low voice. I swallow hard, my mouth suddenly dry, but I nod and get off my stool. Caitlin hugs me, seemingly oblivious to the undercurrents.

  “Get some sleep,” she tells me. I head up the stairs, Brendan close behind me, and I’m so aware of his nearness that every nerve ending seems to be on high alert, my heart thumping in my chest. I want his hands on me so badly I can feel myself getting damp, my body responding instantly just to the thought of it.

  CHAPTER 5

  Brendan

  As I walk up the stairs behind Keeley I can’t take my eyes off her generous ass. In that white dress it looks round and plump and tempting. I want to bend her over and slip my cock between her thighs and inside her luscious body. Take her over and over until she screams my name and knows that she’s mine.

  I shouldn’t be letting a woman distract me from business, I know, but I can’t help it. Being close to her sends all of my supernatural senses into overdrive. I’m aware of her smell, her every move, the way her temperature rises when I come close to her....knowing that she is just as desperate for me just makes me want her all the more. Business can wait.

  There’s nothing more that can be done tonight
anyway. I need confirmation on who those idiots were before I can know if anything needs to be done. If they were just some trouble making chancers from out of town then it’s over and they’ve had warning enough, but if it does turn out that they’re connected to the O’Donnell’s then that’s a whole different story.

  Yet with Keeley’s ass swaying just inches from my face I just can’t focus on anything else right now.

  We reach the top of the stairs and I’m close behind her as she goes into her room. She turns to face me as the door closes behind me and I see the flush in her cheeks and notice that her nipples are stiff through the white cotton of her dress. I growl low in my throat and reach for her and she comes straight into my arms, pressing those soft lips against mine and opening her mouth to me.

  I reach straight for the hem of her dress, sliding it up over her thighs, then her waist, then those juicy tits, before pulling it over her head and throwing it into the corner of the room. She doesn’t object. I step back so I can get a good look at her, and my cock is so hard it feels like it will burst out of my pants at any minute.

  “You are the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen,” I tell her as my eyes drink her in. Her body is perfect, just right for a red-blooded man like me. She’s all woman with those curvy hips, big tits and thick thighs that are just begging to be wrapped around my shoulders. The flimsy white underwear that she’s wearing does nothing to conceal her curves but instead shows them off to full effect, which is just the way that I like it.

  I pull her towards me again, burying my face in her neck and my hands in her mane of soft, sweet-smelling hair. I run my hand down her back and unclip her bra. She lets it fall down her arms and on to the floor and I reach for her tits, feeling the heavy weight of them in my hands. I push them together, rubbing my thumbs over her now rock hard nipples and she tips her head back and moans softly. The sight of her is almost enough to make me cum in my pants and it takes every bit of self-control that I have to hold back and wait. I don’t want to rush this...I want to kiss and taste every inch of her. Every inch of my woman.

  Because that is what she is...even if she doesn’t know it yet.

  I bend my head and flick my tongue over both of her nipples and in turn she gasps, burying a hand in my hair. I run my other hand down her back and start to knead the firm globes of her ass. I suck roughly on one nipple while palming her other tit in my hand and am rewarded with a whimper. I slip the hand that’s on her ass in between her legs from behind and I can feel how wet her pussy is. I can smell the lust on her...and it’s driving me wild.

  I push her towards the bed, hooking my thumbs into the side of her panties. I lift my head and kiss her again, roughly, and then I pull back and look at her. Her lips are swollen and flushed, her pupils dilated with desire. She looks gorgeous.

  “I want to taste you,” I tell her. “I want to taste your cum in my mouth.”

  She gasps and then nods.

  “Yes,” she says in a breathy voice. I crouch down in front of her and slide her underwear down her legs. She steps out of them and I bury my face between her thighs, inhaling the musky, womanly scent of her before tipping her back gently onto the bed. I kneel and part her thighs, revealing her pink, wet pussy to my gaze. Her clit is already swollen and just begging to be kissed and so I bend my head and run my tongue over her nub. She lets out a little scream and I smile to myself. I want her to enjoy this...in fact I want to make her orgasm so hard that she will never forget it.

  Prolonging the moment I take my tongue from her clit and start to nibble on the inside of her thighs, letting my warm breath fall on her pussy. She moans in frustration and balls a hand in my hair. I make my kisses on her thighs feather light and she pushes her hips towards me. I lean back and look up at her, drinking in the sight of her all needy for my touch.

  “Don’t stop,” she whispers, and her cheeks go pink.

  “What is it you want Keeley? Tell me what you want me to do,” I demand. Her eyes go wide and I realize she’s obviously not used to talking dirty. Her inexperience just turns me on more. I like the idea of doing things with her that she hasn’t done with anyone else.

  “I want you...to lick my pussy,” she says in a rush of need and embarrassment. I nod seriously.

  “I can’t think of anything better,” I say and I mean just that.

  Before I bend my head again and give her what we both want I look up at her again.

  “Tell me you’re mine,” I say in a rough voice. I need to hear the words. “Tell me you’re my girl.”

  She nods, gasping.

  “Yes,” she says, “yes, I’m yours.”

  That’s all that I need to hear.

  CHAPTER 6

  Keeley

  Oh, my God.

  As his mouth touches me again in between my legs a wave of heat goes up my body. This feels amazing. I’ve always wondered what it would feel like to have a man do this, put his mouth on my most intimate of places, and now that I know I realize exactly what I’ve been missing.

  I know I have to stop him before this goes too far and he realizes I’m a virgin, but it feels so good that I don’t ever want him to stop.

  I hear my breath coming in hot and heavy pants, in time with the throbbing of my clit as he pleasures me with his tongue. I widen my legs further, pressing my hips into him. His fingers grip the soft flesh of my thighs, and I can feel my pussy aching for him, my insides clenching and contracting in anticipation of having him inside me. I moan as he pauses and then runs his tongue over me again, but butterfly light, teasing me until I whimper with need. I rock my hips against his mouth, letting him know that I want it harder and that I need more. Then I gasp as he slips a finger inside me and I feel my body clench around him, my pussy tightening with pleasure as he begins to move his finger inside me, making a fluttering motion that makes me gasp in delight. My whole body feels like one exposed nerve ending, raw and aching. I want him inside me so badly at this point that I can hardly think straight. I have to tell him it’s my first time, but I so don’t want him to stop or even slow down. Then he raises his head and looks up at me again.

  “I want to see you come for me,” he says in a deep, rough voice. His eyes have gone so dark with desire that they’re almost black. He kisses the skin where my thighs meet. “I love the taste and smell of you,” he murmurs, “You’re one sexy woman Keeley Malone.” I run a hand through his hair as he puts his mouth back on my pussy and tip my head back; surrendering myself to the moment as he again starts to tease my clit with his tongue. I whimper with longing and grip his hair with my hand, writhing against him. He makes his movements a little stronger and pushes his fingers deeper inside, increasing his rhythm and pace until I can feel waves of pleasure building in my center. Every inch of my skin feels as though it’s on fire with longing and I can feel my orgasm building and let out a low moan. I tug hard at his hair, hearing myself moaning his name, and know that any capacity for coherent thought is beyond me.

  Then my orgasm hits and it feels like wave after wave of pleasure crashing over me, flooding my body with sensation from head to toe. I hear myself cry out as though from a long way away and then I feel a rush of wetness between my thighs. As the aftershocks ripple through me he buries his head even further between my thighs as if he wants to taste every last drop of me.

  Finally he sits back on his haunches and I raise myself on my elbows to look at him, feeling drowsy with satisfaction. My body feels heavy and completely relaxed. I look down at myself and realize that I’m butt naked while Brendan is still dressed minus his shirt on his knees, and suddenly feeling embarrassed I sit up to cover myself, but Brendan reaches up and cups my face with one hand.

  “You have a beautiful body Keeley,” he tells me seriously. “A proper woman’s body. I can’t wait to be inside you.”

  I bite my lip, knowing I have to tell him, but then he leans forward and kisses me and I’m lost again. I can smell my own scent on his lips and it turns me on, making me think of what we’ve
just done and causing my insides to tighten again. Then I hear him unzip his jeans and he guides my hand to his cock. I hesitate for just a second, worrying that I will do something wrong. I’ve never touched a man this way before. Yet as my hand closes around his thick hardness and I feel him warm and throbbing in my hand I instinctively start to squeeze and stroke, excited by the way he groans into my mouth. A bead of liquid collects at the head of his cock and I squeeze it between my fingers and use it to help make it easier to rub him. He lets out a rumbling sound low in his throat, almost a growl, and then pulls back and reaches for me.

  This time he sees the hesitation cross my face and he stops, frowning.

  “Keeley? What’s wrong?”

  I feel tongue-tied, not knowing how to tell him. Will he be angry? Will it put him off me, knowing that I have absolutely zero experience? He may well think I’ve got the body of a woman but in that respect at least I’m far behind most girls my age.

  But I have to tell him. What if he can tell? Besides his cock feels huge and I’m worried it will hurt me if we don’t take it slowly.

  I take a deep breath.

  “I’m a virgin,” I tell him. I can’t meet his eyes, but when he doesn’t reply I glance at him, steeling myself for him to look disgusted, or even worse, amused.

  Instead he is staring down at me with a look that I know means only one thing. He wants me. More than that, there’s a look in his eyes almost of triumph.

  “You’re telling me,” he says slowly, “That you have never had sex with a man before?”

  I shake my head, unsure how to respond to his reaction.

  “No. And I’ve never done this before either. Oral sex, I mean.”

  He narrows his eyes at me. “So that was the first time a man has ever made you cum like that?”