Cathal Chapter 8
I felt Bronagh move. I was curled around her from behind.
In the wee hours of the morning, after Troi dropped us off, I carried her into my house and up to my bedroom.
The idea of her in a guest room bothered me.
She was dead to the world and only murmured in her sleep.
I stripped off her shoes and her jacket.
I debated before removing her jeans and top.
My control was tested when I saw her in nothing but her underclothing.
I ached to touch her everywhere, but I didn’t.
I examined the bruising on her chest, which was changing colors.
I hated to see her skin marred. I resisted touching her.
Instead, I tucked her under the covers in my bed.
Then, I went to the bathroom, stripped, took a shower, and jerked off to get rid of the tension before I crawled in with her.
A while ago, Bronagh had turned over in her sleep and cuddled up to me, sighing when she got comfortable. It had been a rough night for sleep, but in every other way, it was amazing. I felt energized because of it, even though I probably only slept three hours.
One of the reasons I brought her to my bed wasn’t only my need to hold her.
It was because I wanted to show her that even if she were in my house, in my bed, I could restrain myself.
I was tired of her living at the main house with the tuismitheoirí, parents, and mamó.
I needed her to move in here with me. I preferred to share my bed, even if all we did was kiss.
Bronagh wiggled more, signaling she was waking up—time to see if I made a major mistake. I found myself holding my breath, so I let it out. I knew the instant she surfaced fully. Her body tensed. Wanting to reassure her, I spoke softly.
“Yes, you’re in my bed, in my arms, but that’s all.
I didn’t touch you. I removed enough of your clothing to keep you comfortable.
I’m in my underwear. I would never take advantage of you, Bronagh.
We were both exhausted, and I needed to hold you.
I hope you understand that. I’m not asking for anything more. ”
Slowly, the tension eased before she answered me. She hadn’t looked up at me.
“Cathal, it is a surprise to wake up this way. And yes, I wish you’d asked me, but I don’t regret waking up in your bed. I haven’t slept that well in years. But I need to use the bathroom,” she murmured.
I let go of her. As she scooted across to get out of the bed, I shamelessly scanned her. I wondered if she’d try to cover herself, but she didn’t. Instead, she gave me a bold look and then headed to the bathroom. My cock was growing stiff at the sight of her.
“Why don’t you take a shower? I’ll get you something to put on until you can get your clothes. It was a long day and night. That will take care of your stiffness and soreness. In the tall cabinet, you’ll find towels and extra toothbrushes. If you can’t find something, yell,” I offered.
At the bedroom’s doorway, she glanced back. “Thank you. I think I will. Though, do you mind if I use your tub? I’ve been dreaming of using it since the day I saw it.” Her smile made my heart skip.
“You’re welcome to anything I have. I don’t have any bath salts, but you tell me what kind you like, and I’ll remedy it.”
“You’re too sweet, Cathal. Thank you. I’ll be out soon.”
“Take your time,” I told her as she traipsed down the short hallway to the bathroom and closed that door.
I lay there, trying to ignore the sound of water running.
But in my head, I pictured her sliding naked into the tub, only the one in my head was filled with bubbles.
In addition, I joined her. I ran my hands all over her slick skin.
The imagery caused my cock to stiffen and begin to ache fully.
Shit, I’d have to be sneaky about it, but I needed to get off.
Praying she’d stay a while in the bathroom, I reached over and grabbed a couple of tissues from the box on my stand.
Pushing the top sheet and duvet off me, I placed the tissues next to my hip.
Then, I shoved my underwear to my thighs and gripped the base of my cock.
I bit my lip to hold back my groan. It wouldn’t take much to have me blow, not if I kept picturing her like I was.
The splash of water made me see her reclining back, splashing water up onto her tits.
She didn’t have massive ones, but what filled her bra showed she had more than enough for me.
There were so many ways I could bring her pleasure by focusing on them.
In my head, I cupped them in my hands and leaned forward to suck one into my mouth. My hand increased the speed of my strokes on my cock.
“Cathal,” she called out, causing me to freeze. I swallowed to clear my throat before I answered.
“Yeah,” I said. My voice sounded hoarse to me.
“Will you come here? I need your help,” Bronagh said softly.
I wanted to curse. How the hell was I supposed to walk in there and get whatever she needed with my cock standing at attention like a hound begging to be seen and touched?
Or more accurately, begging for her to let it inside of her?
The urge to go in there and ravish her was intense. But I promised I’d wait.
“Sure, give me a minute,” I replied after almost thirty seconds of silence.
I scrambled out of bed, yanking up my underwear.
A quick mental scan sent me to the dresser, where I pulled out a pair of loose, dark sleep pants.
I rarely wore them, but my sister had given them to me a couple of years ago.
Sometimes, like when we went to the house in Ireland, we’d gather around the fire at night in our pajamas. That was when they got worn.
I made sure the waistband of my briefs lay over the head of my cock, trapping it to my belly. Then the pajama pants were over them. It still showed, but not nearly as much. Hopefully, she wouldn’t see it. Moments later, I walked down to the bathroom door and knocked.
“Come in,” she called out.
I opened the door, but I kept my eyes diverted from the tub, which was hard to do because as soon as you entered, it was right in the middle of the room. Behind it was the separate shower. I kept my gaze shifted to the right, where one of the sinks stood.
“What can I get you?” I asked.
There were a couple of seconds of silence before she answered. “I was wondering if you’d get in here with me. If you’d rather not, I understand.”
Hesitancy and something more, maybe doubt, was in her voice.
I looked over at her without a thought. She was reclining in the tub, and the angle and distance didn’t allow me to see her nakedness, other than her shoulders.
Her cheeks were pink, and wet tendrils hung down from her messy bun where they got into the water.
The sparkle of water drops on her white skin glowed. My mouth went dry.
“You want me to get into the tub with you?” I asked, making sure I heard correctly.
“Yes, but only if you want,” she repeated.
“Bronagh, leanbh, baby, I can’t. God knows I want to, but I can’t,” I told her hoarsely.
“Why not?”
“Because if I’m in there naked with you, I don’t think I can control myself. I’ll push for you to give me more than kisses, more than fooling around.” I admitted.
There was a splash, then her shoulders moved, and I saw a flash of her hands coming up. She cupped both tits, raising them until I saw the very upper edge. I moaned.
“And what if I want you to do more than kiss and fool around? What if I want you to do whatever you’ve been dreaming of since we met?
To do what I’ve been dreaming and hoping for.
All the times we’ve kissed, and I’ve waited for you to ask me for more, but you haven’t, have driven me crazy, Cathal. I need you,” Bronagh pleaded.
That was all it took to snap my restraint. Within three long strides, I was next to the tub. I looked down at her slick, wet body. There was nothing to cover her beauty. As I impatiently stripped off my pajama bottoms and then attacked my briefs, I scanned her body.
She was a bit on the more slender side, but it didn’t stop her from having curves and shapely tits.
She’d let go of them so I could see them.
Her waist was tucked in, and her hips swelled out.
Her upper arms and thighs had feminine muscle.
Everything about her screamed she was a woman, even her delicate, pink, polished toenails on her dainty feet.
My cock, which had started to deflate, perked up instantly.
When my briefs hit the floor, I kicked them and my pajamas away together.
My cock jutted from my hips, pointed at her.
Her moan and the way her gaze hungrily scanned me from head to toe before zeroing in on my cock made me proud of my body and happy about the appreciation in her eyes.
I wasn’t as bulkily built as some of the guys in my family, but I was far from puny.
I had hard, developed muscles from the several times-a-week workouts and the martial arts training I still did.
I knew women found my body attractive. As for my cock, I was endowed with a thick eight inches.
When Bronagh licked her lips as she stared at it, my cock jumped, and I gave up standing there.
Before I got into the tub, I opened a drawer under my sink and took out a tube of silicone lube.
It was one I used in the shower. Bronagh stared as I took the last steps, then got into the tub with it.
I sat down facing her and placed the tube on the edge.
There was plenty of room for both of us.
Hell, we could’ve fit a third adult in it.
“Come here,” I demanded.