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Through Your Eyes

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by Shannyn Schroeder


  “Because he expects it?” Deirdre didn’t like the accusation in her question. She hadn’t meant it to come out that way.

  “No.” Caitlyn opened the door to the bar. “Some weeks this is the most time we get together because of our schedules.”

  “It seems like a lot.”

  “This is important to him. And it won’t be like this forever.” She led the way to the bar and ordered a pitcher of beer.

  Deirdre ordered water.

  “Not drinking?” She caught the bartender’s attention and pointed to a group of nearby tables for him to have the pitcher delivered.

  Deirdre grabbed her glass of water. “Not tonight. I got really drunk a few nights ago, and I’m not looking for a repeat performance.”

  “Sounds like a good story. Spill.”

  The waitress set the pitcher on the table with a stack of glasses. Caitlyn poured a glass for herself.

  “My boyfriend broke up with me.”

  Caitlyn set her glass back on the table with a thunk. “Boyfriend?”

  “Back in Ireland. He knew I’d gone out with Tommy. Told me to have fun, which I thought was odd. I started to feel guilty about being with Tommy and when I called Rory, he broke up with me.”

  “He told you to go out with Tommy and then dumped you for it?”

  Deirdre realized she hadn’t explained all that well. Maybe she needed to be drunk to admit it. “No. He broke up with me because he fell in love with someone else.”

  She still couldn’t bring herself to admit that her boyfriend had left her for another man.

  “Asshole. So he told you to go off with Tommy, like he was being some kind of super understanding guy, only to be stepping out without you knowing.” She drank some beer. “Asshole,” she said again.

  Deirdre shrugged. What could she say? Part of her wanted to defend Rory because he was anything but an asshole. He’d always been kind and loving. And he’d obviously been dealing with a whole lot more than she could understand. If she’d had her eyes open, she would’ve seen and known everything he assumed she understood.

  She took a sip of water. She was done walking around with blinders on. Now was her time to live and experience whatever she wanted.

  The door to the bar opened and what she wanted walked through. His eyes landed on her, and she felt it all the way to her bones.

  Caitlyn busied herself pouring beers for the guys coming in as Chris kissed her cheek. Tommy sidled up to Deirdre and settled a hand on her hip. She imagined how it would feel for him to do that on her bare flesh. He pulled her closer and nuzzled her neck.

  “Drink your beer,” she said.

  “In a hurry?”

  “No, but you might be when you see the gift I have for you in my purse.”

  “A present. I like presents. Let me see.”

  She shook her head. No way would she pull out a box of condoms in a public place.

  “At least let me peek.”

  She looked at him over her shoulder. He nudged her, causing her hip to rub against him. Reaching around him, she pulled her purse from the back of the chair. She opened the bag and moved things around so that the condoms were near the top. Then with the bag gaping, she tilted it toward Tommy.

  He looked in and then blinked. His hand moved in and she snapped the bag away.

  His eyes met hers. “Does that mean . . . ?”

  She nodded.

  He shoved his beer toward Chris. “I’m not thirsty after all. You enjoy this. We’re heading out.” He slapped a five-dollar bill on the table. Grabbing Deirdre’s hand, he waved to his teammates and said good-bye.

  “We don’t need to rush out. You can spend time with your friends.”

  He kept walking until he pulled her through the door. Out in the crisp, cool air, he spun her until her back was against the building. “You might not be in a rush, but I am. I want to get the hell away from here so I can have as much time alone with you as possible.”

  Her body went a little haywire. His words caused warmth to bloom in her belly at the same time a shiver skated down her spine.

  His hips pinned her and the brick bit into her back, but the rough felt good. Tommy kissed her hard and before she lost all thought, she wondered if everything he did was rough. She almost didn’t care; she wanted to find out.

  Chapter Eleven

  Tommy’s hard-on pressed against Deirdre as he kissed her up against the wall. He had no idea how she managed to do this every time she was near. All day, he’d thought about being alone with her again, hoping to play with her body even if he didn’t get to sink inside her.

  Now, she was giving him permission to do just that.

  “You should call your aunt and tell her you won’t be home tonight.”

  “I have to go home.” The words left her mouth on little puffs of air. “I have work in the morning.”

  Damn. He’d forgotten. He didn’t want to be on a timer. Pulling back, he said, “Let’s go to my house to discuss this.”

  She let him pull her by her hand toward his car. “What’s there to discuss? I have to work.”

  “What if you call in sick?”

  “I’m not sick.”

  “You could be.”

  “I’m not a liar, Tommy. We’ll have to make do with the next couple of hours. I’m sure that’s plenty of time.”

  He unlocked the door, practically shoved her inside, and ran around the car to get in. “I’ve been waiting for this. I don’t want to rush.”

  She gave him a sweet smile as he started the engine. Reaching over, he held her hand again, stroking his thumb on her soft skin. They were quiet all the way to his house, but the sexual tension filled his car. Deirdre gnawed her bottom lip, the only sign she might be nervous.

  Shit. He was nervous. He didn’t want to screw this up for her. A girl’s first time was supposed to be special. He’d never been someone’s first. Even his first time had been with a girl who’d been around the block a few times.

  As he parked in front of his house, he asked, “Ready?”

  She nodded and opened her door. Something about this nagged at him and he pushed it away. Deirdre was turned on. He’d felt it in her kiss. She hadn’t shied away like she wasn’t into it.

  He unlocked the basement door and they headed straight for his bedroom. With the door closed behind him, and only the lamp lighting the room, she turned to face him. “As you know, I have no experience.”

  Like he needed the reminder.

  She took a deep breath. “So I don’t have a whole seduction plan.”

  “You don’t need to seduce me.” He reached for her and grabbed on to the waistband of her jeans.

  Her hand settled on top of his. “I don’t even have sexy underwear.” She leaned forward and her forehead hit his shoulder. “I don’t know what I’m doing.”

  A laugh crawled up his throat and he swallowed it back. “No plan needed. Do what feels good.” He shifted her and held her jaw until her eyes met his. “And although I can appreciate sexy lingerie, if we’re doing this right, you won’t be wearing anything for long anyway.”

  She tugged at his T-shirt, her fingers trembling as she touched him. He reached over his head and pulled the shirt off, tossing it in the corner. Her hands skated across his chest and down his abs. It took all his concentration to not push her back toward the bed and strip her. He wanted her to go at her pace.

  “Can I take this off?” he asked, pulling on her shirt.

  She nodded and raised her arms. Underneath, she wore a simple pale blue bra. She might not think she was all that sexy, but his dick would disagree.

  Tommy held her close and kissed her. She relaxed in his arms as he caressed her back and her ribs as he inched his way toward her breasts. He cupped her through the bra and her breath hitched.

  He kissed across her jaw to her ear. “Good?” he whispered.

  “Uh-huh.” She arched toward him.

  He could take a hint. Trailing his tongue down the side of her neck and ac
ross her collar, he made his way to her chest. He flicked the clasp open in back and the straps fell loose on her shoulders. His hand whisked it away while his mouth continued its path. When she was bare, he sucked one nipple while pinching the other.

  He pulled her against his cock and pressed tightly, their jeans creating the wrong kind of friction. He unbuttoned her jeans and slid his hand in. Her panties were damp and she gasped slightly as he stroked her. She swayed when he flicked her clit and he thought she might lose her balance, so he removed his hand and led her to the bed.

  Without a word, he slid her jeans and underwear down her legs as she kicked off her shoes. He smelled her arousal and wanted nothing more than to dive in. “Lay back on the bed.”

  She followed his direction, lying with her head on his pillow, her hair fanning out, and he knew his bed would smell like her. He crawled over the top of her, claiming her mouth again as his hands roamed her body.

  When he felt her tension recede, he kissed a path down the center of her body and settled his shoulders between her thighs. She stared at him wide-eyed until his tongue took one long, languid stroke along her pussy. Then she closed her eyes and offered herself up to him.

  Tommy had always loved eating pussy. The smell, the taste, the tremble of a woman’s thighs as she came on his mouth. He loved all of it, and he couldn’t wait to watch and feel Deirdre fall apart in his arms and on his tongue.

  He licked and sucked and kissed until she started writhing beneath him. Then he leveraged himself up a little and used his shoulders to keep her thighs wide while he continued his assault. Looking up her body, he saw her eyes closed, her head thrown back and her hands fisted in his blanket.

  Carefully, he eased a finger into her as his tongue circled her clit. Then he added a second finger. She was so fucking tight. His fingers stroked slowly, but she began to thrust onto him, so close to coming.

  Her breaths came in quick little pants, and a moan started deep in her chest. Her thighs clenched and her muscles pulled him in as she arched and moaned long and low. He drank her up while massaging and caressing her while she came down from her high. He rested his head on her thigh and waited for her to start breathing normally again.

  His cock strained painfully against his zipper, and now that he knew she was ready, he needed to sink into her. He wiped his chin, rose up on his elbow, and looked into her eyes. What he saw froze him in his tracks.

  Yeah, she was turned on, but she was scared. She tried to cover, and if he hadn’t looked directly into those bright blue eyes, he might’ve missed it. He pulled away from her and sat up.

  “We should stop.” He couldn’t believe he was saying the words.

  “What?” She pulled her legs closed and sat straight.

  “I know you said you want this, but you also said you were saving yourself for marriage.”

  “Oh, for fuck’s sake. What the hell is wrong with me that I can’t get laid?” Her voice was rough, and he thought she might cry.

  Crap. This was not how this was supposed to go. “You gotta know I want this. Want you.” To prove it, he dropped his jeans, which probably wasn’t the wisest move. “I want you so fucking bad, it’s painful.”

  “Then let’s do it.” A flash of anger in her eyes was so much better than the fear he’d seen. She rose up on her knees and moved closer.

  He cupped the back of her neck. “When I take you to bed, I want you to be sure.”

  “I am.”

  He shook his head. “Look, you just got dumped by a guy you thought you were going to marry. A guy you were saving your virginity for.”

  A look of pain stole across her face and he felt like a shit for reminding her, but he needed to be clear.

  Releasing a slow breath to maintain what little control he had, he continued. “I can’t even put into words how much I want this, but I don’t want you to make a mistake. I don’t want to be the guy you look back on as a regret.”

  * * *

  Deirdre felt the burn in her eyes and her throat clogged. Too many emotions crashed down on her at once. The feeling of rejection was quickly replaced by warmth because Tommy cared enough to worry about her virtue and her future.

  Part of her worried that he was right, but she didn’t care. At least she didn’t want to care. Her virginity was something that she wanted to shed like the embarrassment of her relationship with Rory. But she had no way to explain that to Tommy.

  His thumb stroked her cheek and she angled her face into it.

  She kissed his palm and smelled herself on his skin. Looking him in the eye, she said, “So you’ll give me the best orgasm of my life, but you won’t have intercourse with me.”

  He licked his lips and her muscles clenched with the memory of what he’d just done.

  “Not tonight. You need to be sure.”

  And while she wanted to keep her heart out of this, he managed to touch her anyway. She glanced down at his very hard erection and recalled what he’d said when they first went out. “If intercourse is out, can I . . .” She flicked her gaze to his penis.

  “Cupcake, you will never have to ask permission to suck my dick.”

  It was her turn to lick her lips. She’d attempted this once before—with Rory—and failed miserably. While she understood now why nothing had worked, at the time, she’d felt incompetent. Rory had soothed her and promised that they’d get the hang of it.

  “You’ll tell me what to do?”

  “As long as you don’t bite, you’ll be fine. Lick, suck, rub, it all feels good.” He leaned back a little.

  She bent over and held him in her hand. She stroked him like she had last time, remembering how he’d liked it. Droplets formed at the tip and she licked them away. Then she lowered her mouth over his length. Tommy groaned and grabbed her hair in his fist to move it away from her face.

  “I want to see my dick in your mouth.” His rough voice and dirty words made her muscles clench again.

  She closed her eyes and moved up and down, trying to create suction, but she wasn’t sure if it was right.

  “Hold me tight at the base. Let your hand meet your lips.”

  She followed his direction and bobbed up and down. Then his hips lifted and she gagged a little.

  “Sorry,” he said and stroked her hair.

  Removing her mouth from him, she whispered, “It’s all right.”

  She liked knowing he was this hard for her. That her mouth turned him on so much that he couldn’t control his movements. She wanted him as wild as he’d made her. With her free hand, she cupped his balls and gently massaged them.

  His hand tightened in her hair as he laid back. His hips thrust into her and his muscles tensed.

  “Fuck. I’m gonna come.”

  She moved faster, and so did he.

  “Deirdre.” Her name barely made it out of his mouth before she realized he was warning her.

  Warm, gooey liquid shot into her mouth and she swallowed in shock before pulling up. A couple of more spurts landed on his stomach. He released her hair and opened his eyes.

  “Sorry about that. I tried to warn you.”

  She was confused. Had she done something wrong? “About?”

  “I didn’t know if you wanted me to come in your mouth. Some girls don’t like it.”

  She sat back on her knees. “I hadn’t given it any thought since I’ve never done it. You didn’t pull away from me.”

  “I like the taste of pussy.”

  She hated that his honesty made her blush. “I didn’t dislike it. The texture was . . .” She couldn’t find a word that wouldn’t be insulting, so she stopped.

  “Gross?” he supplied. “You either like it or you don’t.”

  He used a tissue to clean himself up and she stretched out next to him. “I liked putting you in my mouth. I liked making you come.”

  “That’s enough in my book.” He looked in her eyes in that way that felt like he was reaching deep down into her. “For most men, Deirdre, you’re more than enough.


  He had no idea how much that meant to her. “Cupcake,” she whispered against his chest as she snuggled in for a while before going home. “I like when you call me Cupcake.”

  * * *

  Deirdre hadn’t seen Tommy since they’d nearly slept together, which was days ago. But they texted during the day when he was free and they talked every night before she went to bed. He was always working late, so she didn’t understand when they would see each other. Opposite schedules probably wouldn’t work well for a relationship.

  This isn’t a relationship, she reminded herself. Tommy was an experiment in attracting a man and having fun like normal women her age.

  But it felt like a relationship. They talked as much as she had with Rory. More, in fact, because they had stuff to say to each other. They laughed and had fun. And they’d obviously had a better physical relationship. Until Tommy, she hadn’t known a kiss could turn her on so much. She waved to her coworkers as she left the bakery. It was late in the afternoon and the Chicago weather made her a little crazy. This morning, she’d bundled up against the cold, and now, while it wasn’t warm, the sun heated her skin and made her uncomfortable.

  She stood at the bus stop and checked the time. If the bus didn’t hurry, she wouldn’t make it in time. As she leaned over the curb to look down the block, a car screeched up, startling her. Then she smiled.

  The window rolled down and Tommy leaned over. “Get in.”

  Without hesitation, she opened the door and sat down. “What are you doing here? You always work late on Saturdays.”

  “I didn’t have any appointments, and Kai and Puck said they could handle any walk-ins. I wanted to see you.”

  The simple sentiment made her smile. She could no longer lie to herself about this not being a relationship.

  “I thought we could go get some dinner and hang out.”

  “I’m going to church.”

  His forehead wrinkled. “It’s not Sunday.”

  “Since I work most Sundays, I go on Saturday evenings with Aunt Eileen.” She shifted in the seat to watch his face as he spoke. She liked the line of his jaw and the way his throat worked.

  “So you’re a real Catholic, huh?”

 

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