Chapter 6 #2
“Don’t forget your purse,” Cyndi reminded her friend, who froze at the sight of us.
Catching onto Brenda’s stunned appearance, Cyndi swung around to see why. Spotting us, her mouth dropped open, and her eyes widened. I heard the gasp she didn’t muffle.
I had to shake myself mentally so I wouldn’t get lost in admiring Brenda when I needed to be jumping into the spiel I’d worked on in the car.
“Good morning, we hope we haven’t caught you at a bad time,” were the inane words out of my mouth.
“G-good morning. What are you doing here?” Cyndi asked weakly.
“The hell with what. I need to know how. Did you follow us last night? Is that how you have our address?” Brenda was more vocal.
“No, we didn’t follow you. How could we? We left the club before you did. Want to guess again?” I asked.
“I’m not in the mood for twenty questions. It doesn’t matter how you got here. You have to leave, and we don’t want you ever to come back, you hear me?” Brenda ordered.
Outside of the family, and it was usually only Patrick and Daid, no one dared to order me.
However, the way she said it sent hot blood rushing to my cock and balls.
I was sporting the beginning of an erection.
I carefully allowed my hands to hang down and clasped them together so I was shielding my cock. I rocked on my heels.
“Brenda, please, we need to speak to you. Getting this out with only ourselves as witnesses is best,” I told her.
“We swear neither of you has anything to be afraid of,” Cormac reinforced my words.
The women studied us for several moments before they crowded together and their heads came together.
Their conversation was too low to hear what they were saying.
As we waited, knowing if we pushed them, they’d tell us again to get the hell out, my nervousness grew.
I’d never felt that this much was at stake with a woman.
Generally, my brothers and I never lacked female companionship.
We certainly didn’t have to pursue anyone to get it.
The fact that these two were making us do that, rather than turning us off, reinforced that they were different. That this situation was special.
It was a couple of minutes, though it felt like an hour, before they broke apart and faced us. Their expressions were tense. They were about to eject us. My next step was to beg, something an O’Sheeran never did outside of family.
“You have ten minutes to explain what you’ve been so urgently trying to say to us. After that, you need to leave. And stay away from us.” Brenda was the one to grant us a window of time.
“And your guards need to stay outside. Come in,” Cyndi added, stepping to the side, making room for us to enter their place.
Cormac beat me through the door somehow.
Neither of us wanted to allow them to change their minds and slam the thing in our faces.
I was on his heels. Cyndi pointed to a small loveseat in their living room.
As I headed for it, I took in the space.
It was an open kitchen, nook, and living room area.
It was small, and nothing was fancy or expensive, but it was cared for and pretty.
They’d put their stamp on it with their decor and accessories. We stood in front of the loveseat.
“Ladies first,” Cormac told them.
There was a flicker of surprise before they sat, which allowed us to do the same.
Wanting to ease their tension, I commented, “You have a lovely apartment. I can see both of you in the decor. May I ask how long you’ve lived here?”
I was starved for any conversation or information about them, especially Brenda. After our talk, I realized Cormac felt the same way about Cyndi. Again, there was another flicker of surprise before Brenda answered.
“Thank you. We’ve been here three years. Mr. O’Sheeran, there’s no need to engage in false small talk. You’re on the clock. Get to the point.”
“Are those two men from last night your boyfriends?” I blurted out.
“That’s none of your business,” Brenda answered.
“No, it’s vital we know.” Cormac backed me up.
“Why does it matter?” Cyndi asked.
“Just answer the question, then we’ll answer yours,” my brother pushed.
Brenda threw up her hands. “Fine, the answer is they’re close friends. We’ve known each other since we were kids.”
Her reply eased my anxiety only a little. “But are they your boyfriends? I assume you’re not married or engaged since you wear no rings,” I countered.
They exchanged glances, and it was Cyndi who answered me. “They are not our boyfriends, though after last night, that may change. Is this the only reason you wanted to speak to us?”
I wanted to dig further into her cryptic remark about last night, but it had to wait. Time was running out. I leaned forward. They sat opposite us with a small oval coffee table between us.
“That day in the shop, we asked for your phone numbers. We did it again last night. We want to know why you keep saying no,” Cormac said before I had the chance.
“There was no reason for you to have them. If you need advice on what to buy as future gifts, you can come into the store and ask anyone there. If it were for a more personal reason, then let us be clear. Brenda and I don’t sleep around.
We’re not sluts who hop in bed with a man for a night or more, then hop to the next.
We don’t have time to spend on conceited man-children who do nothing but sleep with a different woman in the blink of an eye.
Go back to the socialite types like those three at the store.
Leave us out of your game,” Cyndi snapped.
“If you want to go slumming so badly, there are plenty of women who’d kill to be the ones you sleep with. Go back to the club and ask around. You’ll have more candidates than you can count,” Brenda tagged on. Both women were scowling at us.
I came to my feet. My agitation was ready to burst free. They gave me a wary look.
“I’m not going to harm you, goddamn it! How did you conclude we’re out for sex?” I asked through clenched teeth.
“We’re not stupid, Mr. O’Sheeran. What else could it be? We just don’t understand why us,” Cyndi remarked.
“Did you ever think that it was because we’re attracted to you more than we’ve ever been to a woman?
And because of that, we want to see if a relationship will come from it.
And I’m not talking about a purely sexual, short-term one.
We mean dating, then hopefully progressing to sex, marriage, and children,” Cormac questioned.
The expressions of utter shock and disbelief in any other situation would’ve been comical.
It made me crazy in this one. I was on the brink of turning into a caveman.
When I did, I’d carry Brenda out of here and back to our place, where I’d show her the depth of feeling I knew I could have for her.
Some had already developed. Without a doubt, the sex would be explosive, but she had more value than her body and what it could do for mine.
“I second everything my brother said. Give us a chance. Let’s date. Permit yourself to get to know us and allow us to get to know you. We can tell that you’re not disinterested in us,” I expanded.
Both sat stiffly with their hands clasped together in their laps. We had less than two minutes left. Wanting to prove my point, I scooted around the coffee table and leaned over Brenda, who reared back in shock.
“What are you doing?” she croaked.
“Only this,” I whispered as my hand palmed her face, and I lowered my mouth to hers. I stopped a scant half inch from her lips. Her eyes were wide, and her pupils dilated. Her breathing had increased.
“Tell me no, and I won’t do it,” I drawled.
I waited two beats of my heart, then sealed my lips to hers.
They were incredibly soft, was my first thought, and then I pressed and moved my mouth.
A couple of those led her mouth to respond.
I deepened the kiss until she was actively kissing me back.
Wanting more, I flicked her lips with the tip of my tongue.
She automatically opened them. I dove in with my tongue and devoured her.
My mind grew hazy, and Brenda consumed me.
No one else existed in the room but her.