Page 27 of Brendan (The Doherty Mafia)
We stood in the middle of the busy sidewalk, staring at each other in surprise.
It felt a little insane that we had found our way back to each other again.
“Do you want to come back to my apartment?” she asked.
Heck yeah. That was exactly what I wanted to do.
Fifteen
Rosalie
It seemed strangely coincidental that Davey was going to spend the night with my mom. That Brendan and I were going to have the apartment to ourselves.
I wanted to believe he told the truth about that night four years ago—that he really did go back looking for me in the house. So I believed him.
We went back to the apartment and Brendan looked around, expecting Davey to appear out of his room again.
“He’s with my mom tonight,” I said, putting him at ease.
“You’ve got a good kid,” he said as he took off his jacket.
What did he know about kids? I wanted to ask him.
I didn’t ask him that because I didn’t want to think about my son. He was safe and comfortable with my mom and I wanted one night to be about me. Since Davey was born three years ago, I hadn’t taken a single night off to do something for myself.
And now that I made the decision to have Brendan Doherty in my apartment, all to myself—I wanted it to be about me.
“You should have told me the moment we met,” he said.
I took off my shoes. My feet hurt from being overworked.
“I knew it when you ran away, that something was wrong.”
“I didn’t want to be reminded of that night, I guess,” I replied.
“Why not? We had fun. I thought.”
“Yeah, it was fun, but I was embarrassed when you disappeared. Other people at the party were having a laugh at my expense. They thought I had been so stupid for falling for you so quickly. My best friend at the time…Petra, she convinced me to never talk about you again.”
“And you forgot about me? Just like that?” he asked.
I stood in the middle of my living room as Brendan came up closer to me. He hooked a finger under my chin, lifting my face up towards him.
No. I had never forgotten him. I couldn’t—as much as I tried. I always remembered him as the guy who had changed me. In more ways than he would ever know. I wasn’t the same person after we met.
But I couldn't tell him that. I didn’t want him to know how much our chance encounter that night had meant to me.
“Life went on,” I replied, just before he kissed me.
It was a slow sinking kiss. He wrapped his arms around me, pulling me close to him. My hips were thrust and pinned up against his stocky muscular legs. He kissed me slowly, passionately devouring me.
He remembered me! He remembered my silly joke! That was going to be enough for me tonight. I didn’t want to think about the next day. Life would go on from there. This wasn't going to last.
This time it was going to be all about closure.
We sank down to the floor today, kissing each other all over. Simultaneously, he pulled my clothes off one by one. My jeans. My blouse. My underwear and bra. All of a sudden, I was sitting there on the floor without a stitch of clothing.
He pulled away from me and sat back, staring at me.
“Move your arms away, Rosalie. Let me look at you,” he said in a deep grumble.
I was self conscious but only for a moment. I followed his instructions and moved my arms away so he could look at my breasts. The light bulge of my belly and curves of my thighs. From the glow of excitement in his eyes, I could see that he liked what he saw. He looked like a hungry wolf salivating at the sight of a juicy lamb.
Once again, he was able to make me feel like I was the most beautiful girl in the city. Like he wouldn’t look at anybody else that way.
But I was sure he had.
He had four years to look at as many girls as he wanted. He could have any girl and I was sure he took plenty.
I watched as he took off his shirt and then his pants.
It had been a dark room in Mia’s house where we had sex for the first time. I hadn’t seen much of Brendan naked that night. It all happened so quickly and he was gone pretty soon.
But now he stood, naked and in all his glory. He had a big muscular body, intimidating and exciting at the same time. It was no surprise that he was able to knock those guys out like flies that night at the bar.
His cock was thick and rock-hard. He reached for it, stroking it with one hand while he looked at me. My pussy was wet for him. My clit throbbed with desire. I wanted him to touch me. Remind me exactly how good he made me feel.
