by M. K. Moore
“Alright. I’m sorry,” she says softly while stirring the soup.
“No, I’m sorry. Ignore me.”
“That’s hard for me to do.”
“Is it?”
“Very much so. It’s like I’m under some kind of spell.”
“Are you?”
“Can’t you tell?” she asks, turning the soup off. I pull the sandwiches off the burner and turn to her. I put my hand on her neck in order to pull her closer to me. I lower my lips to hers and forget all about food. Suddenly, she’s on her knees in front of me. Skimming her fingers over the waistband of my boxers, I shudder as she pulls them down and palms my cock.
“You’re so big, Seamus,” she says, placing a kiss on the tip of my rapidly hardening cock. Slowly, she jerks it to full hardness and wraps her lips around me, sucking me into her throat. Motherfucker, I have to clench my fists to keep from coming instantly.
“Shit,” I growl. Automatically, I bury my hands in her hair. She moans when I pull it a little bit. “You’re a bad girl, Brenna.”
“Nope,” she says pulling off my dick.
“No?” I question looking down into her eyes.
“Uh-uh. I’m a good girl,” she says pulling me back into her mouth.
“Show me,” I demand and by God, she does. I have never felt anything so fucking good in all my life. Just as I am about to come, I pull her off of me.
“I wasn’t done,” she pouts as I help her to her feet. I kiss her again. I can’t stop kissing her to be honest. She’s so fucking responsive as I lift her up and set her on the counter.
“I don’t want to waste a drop of my seed until you are full of my baby,” I tell her.
“I think I’d like that,” she replies, biting her lip.
“You are so fucking beautiful.” Opening her robe, I take a deep breath and thank God because I am the luckiest man to ever walk the Earth. “But I am the one who is under your spell, Brenna,” I say recalling our earlier conversation.
“So, we are both charmed then,” she moans when I wrap my lips around her right nipple.
“Very much so," I growl before moving to her other tight peak. I lift her into my arms, her legs wrapping around my waist as I carry her to the couch. With her ass firmly on the cushions, I slide into her slowly. In and out, I fuck her. Using my thumb, I push her clit until she comes, screaming loudly. While she is still riding the wave and praising God, I fill her with my seed again. Taking her bare will have consequences. Consequences I can’t wait to handle.
“Oh, wow,” she says as I pull out of her tight heat.
“You are so fucking perfect, Brenna. You know that don’t you?”
“I do now,” she says hopping off the couch and kissing me. “Let’s eat,” she says pulling her robe closed again.
“Yes, let’s,” I say to her, tucking my yet to go down cock back into my boxers. I follow her into the kitchen, and we eat while talking about our lives.
Brenna Murphy is mine… Who could blame me for claiming her for myself?
Four
Brenna
One Month Later
Except for work, Seamus and I have spent every waking moment together as well as the not awake moments too. Except for our first night together, we’ve been at his house. It’s bigger and so cute. It’s like a time capsule. You can really feel the love in the house, as weird as that sounds. I’ve made myself at home as he suggested, and I haven’t looked back. Meeting Seamus was the best thing that ever happened to me.
I’ve been sick with a stomach bug for the last week, but I can’t afford to stay home from work. Looking at the calendar on my desk, I realize that I’ve completely missed my period, by two weeks. Oh shit. I know he’s been taking me bare every single day, but I never thought it would happen so soon. I am putting the cart before the horse though. On my lunch break, I head to the pharmacy and buy way more pregnancy tests than I need to be sure.
In the bathroom at the bank, I take out one of the tests and stare at it. Do I really want this? I know the answer before I finish asking myself the damn question. Yes, of course I do. We haven’t said I love you yet, but I know he does. I have almost said it a million times in the last month, but I didn’t want to be the first one to say it, but now I think I have to. I take the test and I am not surprised to find the two pink lines. I’m going to be a mom. I am beyond excited about that, but I don’t know how he’ll feel about it. He's said some things about it in the heat of the moment but never out of it. I mean he must have anticipated this outcome, but anticipation and confirmation are two totally different things. I don't know what the etiquette is here, but I’ll just figure it out along the way.
Back at the teller counter, I can’t focus on my tasks and in this business, mistakes aren’t good, so I take the rest of the day off. I wander around downtown until I end up on the train to my parents, Keegan and Harvey’s, house which is by Fenway. My beloved Sox play there, and I try to go to as many home games as possible, but I don't always get a chance to. It's the one thing my dad and I have in common. My mom on the other hand is my best friend. I tell her everything, so it's no wonder I find myself in front of my parent's house. I only moved out when I was eighteen because I didn't want to be a burden. I have six younger siblings ranging in age from six months to seventeen. My mom didn't want me to go but I knew I had to. You could say that having such a large family prepared me for having kids. I know I can handle anything because of the role model I had in my mom.
"Mom?" I call after using my key to enter the house.
"In here, Brenna," she calls out from the living room. My four-year-old brother, Danny, sprints toward me naked as a jaybird. I grab him up.
"Benny, put me down. I gotta hide. I don't want no bath," he says emphatically. You'd think he was asked to eat every vegetable ever.
"No bath?" I question, laughing.
“No,” he pouts.
“How about we play battleship in the tub and keep mom happy at the same time?”
“Battleship? Okay we can do that,” he says.
“I got him, mom,” I call out and head down the hallway with him.
“Thank you, Brenna. I am about to lose my mind with that kid,” she says laughing.
“It’s all good,” I tell her, taking Danny into the bathroom. I run him a bath and sit on the counter while he plays with his toys. After, I help him get dressed in clothes that he picked out, a Spiderman shirt and a pair of X-Men pajama pants. They totally don’t match, but he looks adorable. We go into the living room. He’s watching cartoons while I hold Sarah, the baby. All of my other siblings are at school and my dad is at work, so it’s just the four of us.
“What brings you out here today?” My mom asks as soon as she sits down next to me on the couch.
“I'm pregnant,” I blurt out. I know that I should have told Seamus first, but I need advice now.
“Wow, really?” she says, tears filling her eyes. “My baby is having a baby?”
“I know. I just found out. I haven’t even told Seamus yet.” Seamus and I have come for dinner here at least twice a week since we’ve gotten together. He and my father bonded over the Sox and he bonded with my mom over their mutual love of movies.
“That’s amazing. Are you happy?”
“So happy,” I say honestly.
“And you think Seamus will be?”
“I hope so.”
“Oh honey, he will. I’ve seen how he looks at you. He loves you,” she says.
“You think? He hasn’t said it yet,” I tell her.
“I know so, Brenna. Go home and tell him,” she says.
“Home?” She knows that I don’t technically live with him.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, but I’m gonna let you know that he had a very specific conversation with your dad last weekend. I’m kind of surprised he hasn’t said anything to you yet,” she says.
“What? Really?” I say, excitedly.
“Yep, so pretend to be surprised,” she s
ays conspiratorially.
“Oh my God, I will.”
“Go get your man,” she says. We stand and she walks me to the door where I give her a hug.
“Thanks, Mom.”
“I am so excited to be a grandmother, just so you know,” she says.
“Bye. Love you,” I say before walking back to the train station.
I can’t wait until Seamus gets home tonight. I hope he’s prepared for our whole lives to change.
Five
Seamus
As soon as I walk in the door, I smell dinner cooking. Her banker hours have her home by four thirty every day. Mine vary, especially if there is an outage somewhere, but mostly I am home by six barring an emergency. I don't know what I did to deserve such a good woman, but I’ll take it. Work was good but after another union meeting tonight, I am not in the best mood. The guys have been trying to get me to run for president of our chapter, but I wasn’t sure I wanted to put a target on my back like that, but after tonight’s meeting and more benefits lost, I think I have to. I would never leave the others in the dark about what was going on. It’s too late for this president to be effective, besides he’s letting the company walk all over him. When I met Brenna, I vowed to leave work at the door, so I take some deep breaths, let that shit go, and walk inside.
When I get into the kitchen, I find Brenna making the very same meal we shared for the first time, which makes me smile. She's so fucking beautiful. I can't wait to make her mine forever. The only reason I haven't asked her to marry me is because she's so young. She hasn't really experienced anything yet and I don't want her to regret it or me later in life, but I'm about to be a selfish man.
“Happy One Month Anniversary,” she says holding up a plate of grilled cheese sandwiches. I smile as I stare at her.
Happy Anniversary,” I tell her, taking the plate from her and setting back down on the counter. She’s even wearing the same red robe she wore that first night. She couldn't be more perfect if she tried. The only thing that is different is that we are at my house instead of her tiny apartment. I gather her into my arms and kiss her softly before demanding more from her. She moans and then pulls back from me.
“Welcome home,” she says kissing me again. “We need to talk,” she says seriously.
“That’s never a good conversation starter,” I say sitting on the barstool.
“It’s not bad. I promise.”
“Okay, so what do we need to talk about?” I ask, taking a bite of a sandwich. Fuck, I worked through lunch today, so I am starving.
“So, um, I am just gonna say it. I love you,” she blurts out. I swallow thickly.
“That’s it?” I ask. She seems too serious for that to be all.
“Well, no. I’m also pregnant.”
“So, to sum up this very enlightening conversation, you’re pregnant and you are in love with me?” I ask trying to wrap my head around it.
“Yeah.”
“Holy shit, lass. This is amazing. A fucking baby. I’m in love with you too. I can't believe we haven't said that yet." Fuck, I must have thought it every minute of every day since I first saw her. Standing, I reach into my pocket and pull out the ring I've been carrying since the second day I knew her. I bought it on my lunch break. I knew I was going to marry her the second I laid eyes on her on the train. "Marry me, Brenna. Make me the luckiest Irishman to ever walk the Earth." I was waiting for the perfect time and place to propose but none that matters now. I am going to be a father.
"Of course, yes," she says as I slide the platinum diamond ring on her finger. Then she launches herself into my arms, kissing me all over my face.
"How are you feeling?" I ask.
"Good, really good. Excited. Nervous. Ready for what comes next."
“Me too, but we got this, Brenna. Everything is going to be just as it should be.”
“That’s very pragmatic,” she says, giggling.
“I’ll officially move you in this weekend,” I tell her. I’ll take care of everything; she won’t ever lift a thing. I can get some of the guys from work to help if I need to, but she honestly doesn’t have much in her apartment. Most of her stuff is already here.
It is now my honor and privilege to love and care for her and the family we create until the day I die. It’s people like Brenna that makes living worth it.
I am glad I already spoke to her father about wanting to marry her and when he gave his blessing, I was so fucking happy, but this is so much better.
“When do you want to get married?” she asks, excitedly.
“As soon as humanly possible,” I growl, lifting her into my arms and carrying her to our bed. Her sexy giggle goes all through me as I walk. Fuck, everything I’ve done in my life has brought me to this moment and I’ll be damned if I let it go to waste.
Epilogue
Brenna
One Year Later
“Fuck, Seamus. Fuck me harder,” I whisper as he slams into me harder than the last thrust. God, I’ve missed him. Missed this connection between us.
“You want more?” he growls, gripping my hip harder. He pulls out of me and flips me onto my belly before pulling me up onto my hands and knees. He slams back inside of me making me cry out loudly. He places one hand on my right hip and the other on the small of my back. He’s so much deeper this way. He owns me this way and he fucking knows it.
“I always want more,” I say, looking over my shoulder at him. He fucks into me over and over. This is the first time we’ve been able to have sex since our son, Joshua, was born a few months ago. He knows just what to do to me to make me come.
“You are such a good girl, Brenna” he chants from above me.
I push back into him, meeting him thrust for thrust. I need more and more and only he can give it to me.
The last year with this man has been nothing short of amazing. I love him more each day. I love the way he takes care of me and Josh. He works so hard to ensure that we are happy and healthy.
We got married about a week after he asked me, and we’ve been inseparable ever since. Our courthouse wedding was perfect with my family in attendance. A big wedding was never in the cards for me. We didn’t go on a honeymoon because I was too sick with the morning sickness, but we will one day. Maybe when the kids are all grown up.
“I love you, lass,” he says as he makes me come. I never get tired of hearing that. He gets so intense when he says it. I love it so much.
“I love you, too husband,” I reply, just like I always do. I feel him come inside of me and everything feels right with the world again.
I’ve not been asleep for very long when Josh starts crying loudly.
“I’ll get him,” Seamus says, getting out of bed. I watch him pull on some sweats before leaving the room. I sit up to lean back on the headboard. He brings me the baby where I feed and burp him before Seamus puts him in his crib. Exhausted, I lay back down and snuggle into the covers. The bed dips when he climbs back into bed behind me. He wraps his arm around my waist and pulls me closer to him, kissing my shoulder.
“Night,” I say sleepily.
“Good night, wife,” he whispers in my ear.
I thank God every day that he got on that train to be with me. Otherwise, I don’t know where our paths would have crossed if ever. I am a firm believer in things happening for a reason and this, the love we share, is the best reason ever.
Epilogue
Seamus
Fifteen Years Later
The last sixteen years with Brenna have been amazing. She has given me so many children, five to be exact. She is the light of my life. She makes me want to be a better man. She still calls to me like nothing else ever has. After Joshua we had four girls, each one a replica of their mother. After so long together we can anticipate each other's needs and wants.
Since Joshua is at a math camp for the summer and the girls are with their grandparents, I am taking this opportunity to finally take my wife on The honeymoon of her dreams. Luckily, I was able to get
time off from both work and as the president of my union chapter. It's the perfect time to do this. She has always wanted to go to Hawaii, so I've planned the entire trip down to the excursions we will go on. ATVs and zip lining followed by a festive luau and walks on the beach. If we can get away with it, we'll make love on the beach. If not, I'll leave the balcony door open to hear the waves crashing while I take her.
We arrive in Hawaii just before sunset. From the balcony of our room we watch as the sun goes down. Kissing her, I remind her of my love for her.
"I'm so happy," she breathes, settling into my arms.
"Me too, lass. Me too."
The wind makes it a little bit chilly so when she starts shivering, I bring her back inside and warm her up in the tried and true way. No matter how many times I slide into her tight cunt, it feels like the very first time. Fucking in and out of her is a euphoric experience. It always is.
"Tell me what I need to hear, Brenna," I demand, pausing my thrusts.
"I… I'm yours," she screams, and I continue my thrusts.
"Fuck yes you are," I growl into her ear. I kiss down her neck to her chest, pulling her nipple into my mouth. I suck on it before moving over to the other one. Her pussy squeezes my dick and I know it’s not long before she comes. I move faster and faster, giving her what we both need.
I love this woman with all my heart and her loving me in return makes me the richest man in the world. It was the lucky Irish in me that brought her to me, and I'll be damned if I ever give her back.
Acknowledgments
I want to thank my husband, Daryl. You are so supportive of my dreams and I love you so fucking much for like ever.
Thank you, Mama, for all of your support! I love you.
