Page 13 of Brendan (The Doherty Mafia)
Everyone wanted Brendan and I was the one who had his undivided attention.
He was relaxed and charming, handsome with a devilish grin. He seemed like the kind of guy who knew what he was doing. Not like the other boys I had casually dated in the past.
“Why don’t we find a quiet spot where we can talk in private?” he suggested at one point.
I was too taken aback to even respond for a while. I thought it had to be a joke. Was Brendan Doherty really asking me what I thought he asked me?
“You want to go somewhere alone with me?” I had blurted. It made him smile.
“Yeah, that’s what I’m saying. Unless you don’t want to.”
“No…yeah…of course I want to. It’s just that…this isn’t my house.” I blubbered like an idiot, at a complete loss for words and coherent thought.
Brendan smirked, reaching for my hand.
“Don’t worry about that, we’ll find somewhere to spend some time alone together. I just wanted to know if you were up for it,” he said. Then he lifted my hand up to his lips and planted a kiss.
Everyone saw. I was blushing. My heart raced so fast I thought I would collapse.
“Okay, let’s go,” I had replied.
I didn’t care if he saw how much I wanted him. I wasn’t hiding it anymore.
Just as he promised, Brendan found an empty room upstairs in the house.
I was self conscious when we walked into the room because I knew what everyone else was thinking—all the people who saw us climb up the stairs together.
But at that moment, I didn’t care. I had been drinking, I was high and I was glowing, basking in the attention of a guy who seemed amazing.
We started making out as soon as he shut the door behind us.
He couldn’t keep his hands off me and I felt the same way. All the conversations and jokes we shared up until this point—seemed like foreplay. We were both already turned on for each other.
Brendan was big and strong. He lifted me up and carried me around the room, throwing me on the bed and undressing me quickly.
I surrendered myself to him completely and let him take the lead.
Not like I had much sexual experience before that anyway, and it seemed like he knew what he was doing.
I felt like I was floating while he took command of my body. I had never been that wet for someone before. I had never been that comfortable being naked around anyone.
As big and intimidating as he looked, somehow, he was incredibly gentle and thoughtful in bed. He knew how to touch me, how to make me feel safe.
When he entered me, it felt like I was baring my soul to him. I didn’t even feel drunk anymore. I felt like I had complete control of my mind, but he controlled my body.
No other guy before him had made me feel that way.
He made me come easily, like it was nothing to him. Then he came inside me. We came together. I moaned and whispered his name, while he kissed me deeply.
It didn’t feel dirty or silly. It didn’t feel like a one-night-stand. For some reason, it felt like we had always known each other. Like he knew what my insecurities were and he helped me overcome them.
After we were done, he rolled off me and pulled me into his arms.
I didn’t think guys did that. I didn’t think guys were interested in cuddling after sex. Especially not guys like Brendan.
But he surprised me yet again when he held me close to his chest, close enough that I could hear his heart beating.
I couldn’t believe it was happening. That I was lying in the arms of a guy I had never met before and felt completely and totally in love with.
It had to be love. There was no other explanation for it.
“I think I’m going to go get us some drinks,” he said.
We had been lying in bed in silence, snuggled in each other’s arms. I’d lost track of time. It felt like we’d been lying there together for hours, when it was probably just ten minutes.
Either way, I was annoyed by the interruption. I wanted to be there with him forever. Nothing else mattered.
“Okay, I guess,” I muttered, sitting up.
Brendan sat up too. He smiled when he saw me pouting. Then he leaned in to kiss me.
“Don’t worry, I’ll be right back. I’m not done with you yet,” he said.
That brought a smile to my face and I watched him with a greedy desire as he dressed himself.
He gave me a wink before he left the room.
I was naked under the sheets. I didn’t even know whose room this was. Would Mia have been mad at me for using a room in her house without permission? Brendan didn’t seem to care, but then he didn’t seem to care about anyone or anything.
