Brendan (The Doherty Mafia Book 4) by Kasey Krane (psychology books to read txt) 📕

from the fridge and brought them over to her. She took one from me and drank the beer greedily. Like she hadn’t even realized how thirsty she’d been.

As she wiped her mouth with the back of her hand, she gave me a look. I knew she wanted to talk too.

“Thank you for everything you did for us tonight.”

“I wasn’t the one who brought Davey back.”

“But you weren’t going to stop looking for him. You were willing to go to any lengths you had to.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Rosalie. He’s my son. I did it for me more than I did it for you.”

She looked down at her feet, refusing to meet my eyes as she asked the next question.

“Do you forgive me? For keeping Davey from you?”

“Yes,” I said without missing a beat.

She looked up at me with her blue eyes sparkling. Her hair was a mess but it made her look even more ravishing. No makeup. Old jeans and an oversized sweater. Rosalie was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen and she was the mother of my child.

“You’re not going back to that apartment,” I said.

“What?”

“I don’t want you guys living there. I don’t want you living alone.”

“So where will we live?” she asked.

“Here, with me.”

Of course, she could have said no. In fact, I expected her to. I didn’t think she would go for it. Why would she willingly put herself in more danger by being around me?

But then Rosalie smiled.

“I thought you would never ask,” she said.

Twenty-Nine

Rosalie

I went to him.

I was so excited. I was so happy and relieved. I had wanted to be held by him for so long.

He wrapped his thick muscular arms around me and held me close. My hips thrust into his legs while he framed my face with his hands. When he kissed me, it was slow at first. The deep kind of passionate kiss I had only read about described in stories. I didn’t think people actually kissed like that in real life.

But that was how Brendan kissed me. Our mouths fuzed, while his tongue pushed deep into my mouth. I could taste the beer on his breath, it didn’t matter.

I could also feel the strength of his arms. The way he held me told me everything was going to be all right. It would always be all right as long as I was with him.

The way he kissed me was a testament to how our life together could be. If he decided to spend it with me—because I already knew I didn’t want to spend it with anybody else.

The one thing I knew about being involved with Brendan was that danger would follow us wherever we went. His family was the mafia. I was sure of that now. They lived their lives dangerously. They went into bloody battles with other mafia families. People lost their lives over these battles, like some of them had that night.

But despite all the danger and uncertainty, I would always be safe. I would always have a man to rely on. Who would cherish Davey and me. How many people could say they had that in their lives?

I put my hands on his chest and pushed him backwards.

I wanted him to know just how serious I was about everything. I wanted to be there in his apartment, and be a part of his life.

And I wanted to be an equal partner to him.

Brendan let me push him. He was bigger than me. Taller and stronger than me, but I shoved him backwards until he fell into the couch. I tumbled down on top of him, sitting astride his lap.

I leaned into him, pushing him even backwards. I grabbed his face, molding him to my lips again. With my other hand, I undid his pants and grabbed his cock. So hard. So stiff and big. Brendan groaned with delight while I kissed him hard.

I stroked his cock until I knew he was on the verge of coming right there in my hand. Then I stopped.

“What are you doing to me?” he growled, grabbing me by the back of my neck when I started to pull away.

He sat on the couch with his big throbbing cock out. The cock I wanted inside me.

Maybe he hadn’t noticed yet but I was dripping wet for him.

I bit down on my lip and pulled myself away.

Brendan clenched his jaws tightly. His eyes were bloodshot and heavy as he watched me undress.

I took off the jeans and the sweater. Then the tank top and my bra. All I had on now was my panties. His eyes traveled all over me. Top to bottom. Taking in the scene.

I had never felt more beautiful naked than I did when he looked at me like that. Like he had never seen anything more astonishing before.

“I can’t believe that body made, carried and gave birth to my son,” he said in a deep murmuring voice.

“You helped make that boy. Without you there would be no Davey,” I said, pulling down my panties.

“Get over here, now.” It was a command.

I could see how hard he was. On par with how wet I was.

I obeyed his command. Just this once. With a smile on my face I climbed on top of him again, throwing my legs on either side of him.

Brendan’s hands were on my hips while I brought myself closer and closer to his cock. I held him in my hand again, bringing him to my moist swollen pussy. I had my other arm wrapped around his neck.

I teased him at first, slipping the tip of his cock into me and then sliding him out. He growled each time like a wild caged animal.

“Rosalie. What the fuck are you doing to me?”

That was all I needed to hear. I needed to hear how madly he wanted me.

I guided him in and before I could push myself completely down on him, he thrust upwards so his cock settled deep