Sean Chapter 7
The past week was filled with work during the day, followed by dates with Brenda at night.
To ease her and Cyndi into being with us, we’d double-dated.
There were dinners out, movie nights at their place, and a tour of the area’s Christmas lights.
We visited the Arboretum & Botanical Garden, where we saw their holiday display, and then went to a gingerbread creations display.
What some could do with icing, gingerbread, and candies was incredible.
All that was in Jacksonville. That was all changing tonight.
Tonight, Cormac and I were taking them on separate dates, and I planned to introduce Brenda to St. Augustine.
Cormac was doing the same with Cyndi, but in the Jacksonville area, rather than what I had set up.
During our prior dates, we discovered they hadn’t spent much time in St. Augustine or even parts of Jacksonville.
What time they had, both swore they enjoyed.
Those dates allowed us to relax together and get to know the basics, as I referred to them.
We talked about siblings, our childhoods, favorite foods, things that irritated us, and our taste in music, books, and television.
We covered many more topics, and each one proved to me that our relationship wasn’t a mistake.
Brenda had essentially voiced the same concerns and objections as Cyndi. However, when she warned me about cheating, she was a little more violent.
“If you touch or even think about touching another woman… even if it’s just a kiss, I will find out. And when I do, not only will we be done for good, but I’ll leave you with a lasting reminder of me,” she hissed.
“Oh, you will. And what will that be?” I’d asked.
“I’ll make sure every time you try to have sex with a woman, you’ll think of me.
The scar that’ll remain behind when I cut off your cock will do nicely as a reminder, don’t you think?
That’s assuming they can reattach it.” The gleam in her eye when she said it told me she wasn’t making false threats.
As crazy as it was, my cock jerked in response and started to harden. Dia, God, she made me wild for her even when she was threatening my manhood.
Glancing over at her, I took in the sight of her for a second time.
We were headed to St. Augustine to see the ballet.
They were performing The Nutcracker, a standard holiday production.
I’d seen it numerous times. However, during our talk the other night, I learned that she had never been to see the ballet.
She explained it away as a frivolous use of money.
I knew she grew up poor and still strived to remain above the poverty line.
She and Cyndi shared an apartment for reasons that went beyond their friendship.
Neither my brother nor I liked to hear them speak of their struggles.
We had so much money, and here they were, fighting to keep their heads above water.
If it weren’t too soon, I’d tell her that she would never worry about rent or anything else again.
I would make sure she was protected and loved.
I hadn’t told her where we were headed, only to dress up.
I offered to take her shopping for a new outfit, but she refused.
I told her that if she wouldn’t allow me to do that, whatever outfit she chose would be perfect—and warned her not to buy one for herself.
The offer wasn’t because I was concerned she’d embarrass me.
It was due to my desire to spoil her. I made sure to tell her that.
When I picked her up, she was ready to go, wearing her long coat, which was buttoned up.
I saw her bare legs and the pretty camel-colored pumps she had on.
At the bottom of the coat, the hem of a dark olive green dress peeked out.
Her gorgeous red hair was down for once.
It flowed as if having a mind of its own.
It fell to her mid-back. I had to fight not to sink my hands into it.
She would’ve killed me for messing up her hairdo.
She wore a simple pair of diamond hoops, though I doubted they were real diamonds.
Again, she would see it as a waste of money.
When I got my way, she’d be showered in real diamonds and more.
Her makeup was subtle, only bringing flushes of peach to her cheeks and lips.
Her eyes were shadowed with shades of brown and cream, and her lashes coated in dark brown mascara.
The colors made her blue eyes pop. And as always, she wore the perfume she had created herself.
I could find her blindfolded in a room full of people by her scent alone.
Her long nails were polished light gold.
I insisted on driving us, and Kevin and Lewis followed in a separate vehicle.
I didn’t want anyone to distract us from each other.
I knew having bodyguards shadow us and in the same car made her uncomfortable.
I hated it, but Patrick was adamant we would never be without protection—potential threats to our lives were a constant thing we guarded against.
We were holding hands. I raised them to my mouth, placing a kiss on hers.
She smiled at me. I was getting her more comfortable with my need to touch her at all times.
She wasn’t used to such intimacy. In truth, neither was I.
Sure, my family was affectionate and very touchy-feely, but when it came to women, I’d always remained aloof.
I hadn’t wanted them to get the wrong idea. It was the opposite with her.
“It’s killing me that you won’t tell me where we’re going, Sean. Can’t you give me a hint? Please?” She batted her lashes playfully at me.
“As sexy as you are when you beg, I’m not spoiling my surprise.”
She harrumphed but didn’t ask again. I think she secretly enjoyed the mystery of it.
“Fine. But you’d better promise to tell me if what I have on isn’t good enough for wherever we’re going. I don’t want to embarrass you or myself.”
I heard the undertone of insecurity.
“Aimsir, you could be dressed in rags covered in dirt, and you would never embarrass me,” I reassured her.
She rolled her eyes as she replied, “You’re crazy. I can’t be seen with an O’Sheeran looking homeless. Think of your family’s reputation.”
She’d been exposed several times to how people seemed to be fascinated by my family.
They would try to talk to us, take photos, and more.
Sometimes, they were pushy. She hadn’t mentioned the mobster angle, but I knew she was aware of it.
I wanted to wait as long as possible before addressing it.
I needed her to fall in love with me first.
“You let me worry about what does and doesn’t impact my family’s reputation. Believe me, we are the ones who do that.”
As I said that, we pulled up to the front of the auditorium where the production was being performed, and her mouth dropped open in surprise. There was a large banner outside proclaiming what was happening there. She whipped her head around to look at me.
“Oh my God, Sean, are you really taking me to see The Nutcracker?” she asked breathlessly.
“Why, yes, I am, Ms. Hayes. I seem to recall you told me you’d always wanted to see a live ballet performance. What better one than the iconic Nutcracker?”
A slight squeal slipped out of her. I was taken by surprise when she lunged across the seat to me.
With me facing her way, she easily reached my mouth.
It was a bold kiss that I happily returned.
So far, I’d been the one to initiate all our kisses.
It was over too soon. Knowing we needed to get inside, I opened my door.
In a flash, Kevin was at my side, and Lewis slipped behind the wheel when I was out of the way.
He’d park it and stay with it and the other car until I sent Kevin to get him.
Rounding our car, I opened the door rather than allowing Kevin.
He had learned that was my preference—the same as it was for my brothers and Daid when it came to the ladies in our lives.
Walking into the entrance of the auditorium, I watched Brenda take in all the sights.
People were milling around everywhere. They were dressed in everything from casual clothes to full-on suits and evening gowns.
I’d opted for a basic black suit with a black shirt.
My tie was black and silver. The style was simple, despite the fabric being of the highest quality and costing several thousand dollars.
Stopping off to the side, I smiled at my woman. “Okay, it’s time to reveal what you have on under this coat. Let me bask in your full glory.”
She gave me a nervous smile before easing the buttons free of their holes.
I walked around her to help her remove it.
When it was off, she slowly turned to let me see the dress.
It was a classic one. One that would never go out of style.
It hit her knees. The waist was a wrap-around style, which nipped in, showing off the swell of her hips, the mounds of her breasts, and her plump ass.
I knew the style based on listening to Mam and Maeve talk about clothing.
The neckline was low enough to show off the upper swells of her tits, but not indecent.
My cock immediately woke up. Thankfully, I had my suit jacket still buttoned.
“Well, do I look okay? If not, tell me. I can’t believe some of these people,” she added, glancing around.
Her gaze stopped on one couple. The woman was dressed as if she were going to a gala that cost ten thousand dollars a plate.
She dripped in jewels, which I found to be overkill.
I assumed she was attempting to distract from the frigid bitch expression she wore and to flaunt her wealth in front of other people’s faces. I knew plenty of women like her.