Page 9 of Brendan (The Doherty Mafia)
“What is that supposed to mean?”
Petra shrugged.
“I’m not sure. I guess his family is into stuff.”
“Stuff?”
“Why do you care?” she snapped. She clearly didn’t know as much as she wished she did.
“I guess I don’t. I was just curious.”
Petra sighed. “I’m going to go in and get us more beers.”
“You’re going to try and talk to him? Get his attention?” I asked with a smirk.
Petra rolled her eyes at that.
“I can bet Brendan Doherty has better things to do than talk to us. All of a sudden, I’m very horny,” she said, breaking into an uncontrollable laugh. I had to smile at that.
Maybe it was just the weed, but seeing Brendan made me feel a certain way too. Like I wanted to be touched. I wanted to feel the strength of a man’s muscular arms around me.
But I also knew no other guy would do. It had to be Brendan, and Petra was right, he had better things to do than spare a moment of his time on me.
By the time I had my third beer of the night, combined with the weed and all the dancing I did with Petra—I had pretty much forgotten about Brendan.
For a while I paid attention to where he went around the house and who he was speaking to, but eventually, I gave up. There was no point fantasizing about him.
Petra disappeared after a while too.
Like she had already stated, she was horny—and there were a few guys she’d been flirting with all night. I didn’t go looking for her as I figured she would have wanted to be left alone.
If there were any guys eyeing me up, I hadn’t noticed. I was too lost in my own world for that. I hung around by the pool even after Petra left. The beer suddenly tasted very good. I asked for a few puffs of the joint being passed around. I pretty much kept to myself though. I had never been much of a talker.
So when I felt a tap on my shoulder, I expected it to be one of the guys offering me a go at the joint again. I turned with a floppy smile, grinning from ear to ear like an idiot. I could barely focus clearly on the person standing in front of me.
But when reality registered, it hit me like a jolt.
It was Brendan Doherty. He was right there. In his leather jacket and all. Hands tucked into the pockets with a handsome smile on his face, looking me up and down.
“You look like you’re having fun all by yourself,” he said.
What? Had he been watching me swaying to the music alone?
I felt embarrassed. I couldn’t find the words to say to him. I wanted to tell him I wasn’t usually this dumbfounded. Usually, I had a lot to say.
“I…uhh…” I must have sounded like a bumbling drunk idiot, but for some reason, Brendan chose to stay. His entourage was nowhere in sight.
When I glanced over his shoulders, I noticed how there were other people staring at us. Everyone was curious why Brendan had chosen to come over and talk to the weird girl who hadn’t spoken to anyone else at the party.
“It’s okay, it’s cool. You enjoy your own company,” he said.
His smile was so handsome I almost melted to a puddle right then. At least I didn’t feel so high anymore. He had somehow managed to pull me back to a more sober state.
“I usually do, yes. Nobody else is nearly as funny,” I replied. I was finally able to formulate words. Brendan smiled at that.
“Okay, tell me a joke,” he said, arching his sharp dark brows.
What had I done? I panicked. I could feel the color rising in my cheeks. Here was this guy—this perfect male specimen—and he expected me to make him laugh. I had nothing. I drew a complete blank.
“Michael Jackson moon walks into a bar,” I said.
“What?”
“That’s it. That’s my joke.”
Then he broke into a rip-roaring laugh.
That memory hit me like a slap on the face while Brendan’s mouth moved over mine. Four years later and he was kissing me. I was in his arms. My ultimate fantasy of making out with Brendan Doherty came true and I melted. I was transported back to being that same giddy teenager with a crush on the local ‘bad boy’.
I put my hands on his chest and pushed. That broke up our kiss.
He stepped away from me, looking surprised. I was surprised by my own actions too. The kiss was good. The kiss was great. There was nothing wrong with the kiss.
But there was something wrong with me, right?
I was a mother now. I was an adult with jobs and responsibilities.
Surely, I would have been able to resist falling into that same trap again—falling for Brendan with just one look. One handsome smile.
