Wild Irish (Book 1 of the Weldon Brothers Series)

by Saints, Jennifer

  Little by little she pushed the lace down, her fingers sliding into the soft curls to rub herself. "There, Lex, I'm taking your picture in my mind."

  "No," she said, still touching herself. "Take me. Let me feel you here." He watched as she exposed more of herself for him to see. He didn't need another invitation. He stripped, grabbed a condom from his wallet, and slid it on. Moving over to the couch, he grabbed her panties and pulled them off as she lifted her hips for him. Then pulling her bottom to the edge of the couch, he got on his knees and drove inside her. She cried out his name, but he was beyond hearing. With the fantasy whetting both their appetites, the pace of their need was fast and furious. The blood roared in his ears as he held onto her hips and drove himself into oblivion. He couldn't stop, couldn't even slow down to see if she was reaching a peak as high as his. All he could do was bury himself into her again and again until an orgasm greedily consumed him.

  "Jesse! Jesse! Jesse!" Alexi cried out as wave after wave of pleasure gripped her body, jerking her hips upward and upward. It was as if her entire body and her consciousness coalesced to the juncture between legs. Jesse kept driving pleasure deeper and deeper into her soul. She came once the moment he entered her, she came a second time as he drove into her again and again, and then as his pace quickened, she rode on a crest of pleasure that she didn't ever want to let go of, even if it killed her. She wanted to keep writhing on that sharp edge of ecstasy forever, locked with him deep inside her.

  She heard someone repeatedly crying out and it wasn't until Jesse collapsed on top of her, his breathing ragged, his body trembling, that she realized she was the one screaming with pleasure. She was dizzy, she couldn't breathe, couldn't think, and her body was a mass of sweet aching. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and held him closely to her, lightly caressing his damp skin, feeling his heart hammer and his muscles quiver.

  Was sex supposed to be this way? This mindless need to mate with one man? Yesterday wasn't just a fluke, a spur of the moment passion with a man she barely knew. Because just now, after all the doubts she'd harbored about him all day, making love with him now had surpassed yesterday. Her need for him had been greater and deeper, the connection between them more intense. He had a way of getting under her skin, making her want and do things she'd never consider doing.

  The chimes to the front door of the gallery rang out. She'd locked the door hadn't she? "Jesse! Someone is here!" She pushed on his chest.

  "What?" he asked lifting from her.

  "Someone is here. I heard the front door chimes."

  "Who? You locked the door. I saw you."

  "Then it must be Karin Taylor, my assistant and Lucy’s mom." Underwear in hand, Alexi scrambled for her dress, but couldn't see straight. "She's the only one who has a key. I can't believe I did this." She lowered her voice to a whisper.

  He shoved her dress at her. "Relax. I've got it covered." He walked naked to the office door. Closed it quietly and locked it. Then silent as a cat moved back and dressed. Alexi blinked. It was as simple as that and she'd been in a panic to be caught naked in her office. She was still wrestling with the buttons on her dress by the time he’d finished dressing. He brushed her fingers aside and fixed her dress.

  “Alexi?” Karin knocked on the door, calling out.

  “I’m here.” Shoving her underwear into her desk, she headed to the door, her cheeks burning with embarrassment.

  Walking into the room, Karin smiled, shaking her head. Alexi was surprised to see Benny was with Karin. Alexi introduced Jesse to Karin and to Benny again.

  “So you’re the balloon bearing Prince Charming my daughter Lucy is raving about. I just left the hospital to get a few things and she is all but bursting at the seams over her dancing balloons. Thank you.” Karin gave Jesse a warm handshake.

  “I hope you understand when I say the pleasure was all mine,” Jesse replied. “She’s a special little girl.”

  “God truly blessed me with her. She was born at Memorial Hospital. I remember holding her and feeling as if I’d received the most precious gift I could ever receive.” Karin turned away and Alexi saw the hint of tears in Karen’s eyes. Reaching out, Alexi took hold of Karin’s hand, giving it a good squeeze before letting it go. As much as Alexi hurt about Lucy’s situation, she knew it couldn’t compare to what Karin must feel.

  Karin steeled her shoulders and smiled. “I don’t have much time because I want to get back to stay with her, but when I saw the lights on inside the gallery, I had to check if everything was all right. Benny drove up about the same time as I did.”

  “Right-O,” Benny said, holding up a folder. “I saw the lights and wanted to give you the good news. The hotel had a cancellation for the big ballroom and offered to move the art auction into it for no additional cost. Now we can have the pre-auction viewing at the hotel, too. I’ve put together a layout for the displays.”

  “Uh, good.” Alexi said, only half hearing Benny’s news. She was too mortified over seeing her bra draped on one of the nude pictures across the room. She tried to catch Jesse eye, hoping he could make the bra disappear before anyone else noticed, but Jesse was looking at Benny rather intently, as if the man had his pants on upside-down.

  “Alexi, are you feeling all right? You look upset.” Benny leaned toward her, looking closely at her face.

  Alexi pressed her hands to her cheeks to hide from his scrutiny. She probably had hot sex written all over her forehead. “I’m fine.” Her voice sounded strangled and drew Jesse’s attention her way. She nodded her head toward the pictures across the room and he followed her direction. She knew the second he saw her problem and she wished she could smack the smirk off his face. She gave him a pointed glare and then took the folder Benny held out to her. “Let’s take a look.” She spread the folder open on her desk. “Karin, since you’re going to be helping set up the exhibit you might as well tell me what you think, too.”

  Karin stood to Alexi’s left and Benny to her right, both focused on the paper she unfolded. “This looks good,” Alexi said without seeing a single detail from the paper in front of her. She was too busy watching Jesse snatch her bra from the picture and stuff it into his pocket. Alexi sighed.

  Karin pointed to the paper. “I think that we should separate the pottery display from the sculpture display with paintings.”

  Alexi focused on the paper, seeing it for the first time. “I agree. Why don’t we move the oil paintings there and put the photographs in the center of the room.”

  “That works well,” Karin said.

  “What do you think, Benny?”

  Benny shrugged. “You two are the experts. I’m just the gopher in this project.”

  “A very good gopher,” Alexi said pulling open her desk drawer to get a pencil.

  Her white lacy underwear was front and center. Both Benny and Karin saw them. Alexi thought she was going to die. She snatched them out, her mind scrambling. “That’s where they are! I changed my clothes earlier and uh, lost them.”

  Across the room, Jesse had a coughing fit and Alexi thought she’d kill him, provided she didn’t die of mortification first. “Here,” she handed Karin a pencil and stood up. “You make the changes while I put these with my other clothes.”

  “I’ll pick this up later after you and Karin have a chance to look,” Benny said. “I’ll stop by tomorrow.” He turned to leave.

  Oh, Lord. Alexi could tell by the tone of Benny’s voice that her friend was uncomfortable. He probably felt torn between her and Roger. “Benny,” she called out. He stopped and glanced her way, but didn’t meet her gaze head on. “Thanks for helping. I appreciate your hard work.”

  “No, problem. It’s for a great cause.” He shrugged and turned away. At the door, he stopped, and looked at Jesse then back at her. “Alexi, where are you staying? I might need to get in touch with you about the charity auction and about your dad, too. You know he didn’t leave his office at all today. He didn’t each lunch. He cancelled all of his appoint
ments and just sat in his office staring at your mother’s picture.”

  Alexi sighed and walked to the door to speak privately with Benny. “He’s bad off?”

  “The worst I’ve seen in a long time.”

  She’d continued to live at home all of these years because she’d felt the need to be there because her mother wasn’t and maybe that had been a mistake. Her father needed to move beyond his grief and anger just as much as she needed to establish her own life apart from the needs of her family. “I’ll go see him soon. I’m staying at Nan’s so you can reach me there.”

  There was no mistaking the relief on his face. “Good.” Then he lowered his voice to a whisper. “Alexi, you and this guy here. Are you…hell, there’s no easy way to say this. Don’t put yourself in danger just to get back at what Roger did. How do you know this guy is safe to be with?”

  “Jesse? Of course he’s safe. I’ve known him since high school.”

  “You have? Then where has he been all these years?”

  “He was in the military…I know his mother.” As she tried to explain, she realized there weren’t any logical reasons for why she trusted Jesse. She just did.

  Benny shook his head. “I’m worried, okay. You aren’t being you. Whether you realize it or not, I think you’re with him because of what Roger did. And I know you don’t want to hear this, but Roger is sorry. He says it just happened. He made a mistake.”

  “It doesn’t matter, Benny. There isn’t anything that Roger can say that will change things.”

  “Hell. Things aren’t supposed to be this way. Your dad. You leaving home. Everything is messed up.” Benny scrubbed his hand through his hair, leaving it a mess.

  The look was so uncharacteristic to Benny’s usual smooth persona that Alexi had to comfort him. She gave him a quick hug. “Don’t worry about me. I’m fine. I’ll work things out with my father. I’m realizing I should have moved out on my own a long time ago. It would have been better for all of us.”

  Alexi felt Jesse’s nearness even before he spoke.

  “Everything okay?” Jesse stopped at the doorway and Alexi half turned to him.

  “Fine,” she said.

  “Just worried about her father,” Benny added, then looked at his watch. “I’ll see you later, Alexi. Think about what I said.” Benny left.

  “Benny works with your father?” Jesse asked.

  “You didn’t know? Yeah. Benny’s like a son to my dad. It just sort of happened. Him being an only child and me too. When we were little we were always either at his house or mine.”

  Jesse frowned. What’s Benny worried about? Is your father ill?”

  Alexi bit her lip, trying to decide what to tell Jesse. Benny’s distrust? Roger’s regret? Out of her whole conversation with Benny the most important fact had been her father. “My father spends too much time dwelling in the past and what might have been. To put it frankly, he gets depressed. I should go see him.”

  “Maybe you should have a talk with Atlas first.” Jesse placed his hand on her shoulder.

  His warmth eased her tenseness and she leaned into his touch then blinked with confusion. “Atlas?”

  “Yeah, he tried to carry the world on his shoulders, too. You can’t solve everybody’s problems.”

  She sighed. “I know.”

  Karin came up. “I’d better be going, too. I’m sorry I interrupted you two.”

  “You didn’t.” Heat flamed Alexi’s cheeks. She might as well be wearing a sign on her forehead that said hot sex in progress.

  Karin cleared here throat and blushed, too. “After what happened last night, I was worried that—”

  “Last night? What happened?” Jesse asked sharply.

  Karin jumped. “It wasn’t anything much. Probably just my imagination, I stopped by here after tucking Lucy in for the night. I wanted to finish cataloging those jewelry boxes so that I could work on their display Monday morning and I swear that I heard someone trying to break in through the back door. I called the police. They came, but there wasn’t anything for them to do.”

  “Show me where,” Jesse said. Alexi blinked at the seriousness in his voice. Had Karin had been in danger?

  Alexi shivered as she went to get her purse. Only then did she realize that she still had her underwear balled up in her fist. Groaning at the depths her life had sunk to she stuffed her underwear into her purse and dug out her keys. All the way to the rear of the gallery, she kept feeling as if this evening wasn’t really happening. She didn’t get caught with her underwear in her desk drawer, she didn’t let Jesse pretend to be the artist and she his nude model, and she wasn’t on her way to the back door of her gallery to look for evidence that someone had tried to break in. Someone hadn’t broken into the hotel room she was supposed to be staying in either. These kinds of things never happened to her. They were things you saw in a movie or read in a book. They weren’t real life. She shook her head. “Jesse, all of the entrances to the gallery are wired to alarm if someone tries to open the doors when they shouldn’t be.”

  “Which is when?” Jesse asked walking beside her. Karin followed behind them.

  “What do you mean?”

  “When do the doors alarm if they are tampered with?”

  “When we set the alarm when we leave…oh!”

  “Bingo. Your security system doesn’t do a thing if you’re in the store with the alarm system off, right?”

  “No. But really, the crime rate is very low. No one has ever been robbed in broad-daylight. Besides, there are so many other shops around us, a robber wouldn’t chance it.” Alexi reached the steel door and unlocked it.

  “Desperate men would chance anything.” Jesse pushed the back door open. “And Karin wasn’t here in broad daylight. She was here at night and she was alone. How often have you stopped by at night to attend business when the shop was closed, Alexi?”

  “A lot.” She swallowed the lump of fear in her throat.

  “Not anymore if you’re smart,” Jesse said as he squatted down and examined the outside of the door. “It’s too big of a risk for either of you to come to the shop alone during off hours, even after you have your security system updated to protect you while you are here. Once you disable the alarm, you’re a sitting duck. I could have hidden in the shadows, attacked the moment you put the key in the door, and you’d have been at my mercy. I could have done anything I wanted to you.”

  “But—“

  “No, buts. Come look.” Jesse motioned to the door.

  Alexi leaned down.

  “See the shiny scratch marks against the metal? Whoever was out here last night tried to pick the lock.”

  “But why? It’s not like I have the Mona Lisa inside.”

  “You must have something someone wants. I don’t think the break in at the hotel last night was a coincidence, either.”

  Karin gasped. “Are you all right?”

  “Yes. I never went back to the hotel after I left the wedding.” Alexi felt her cheeks heat as she recalled what she had done. “I, uh, spent the night at Nan’s.”

  “Thank God,” Karin said.

  Jesse stepped back inside, examining the door and the alarm system.

  “I agree,” Alexi said, “but I’m also thanking God that you’re all right. You were in more danger than I was. Jesse’s right about coming to the shop alone after hours.”

  The sound of scraping metal in the alley snagged their attention. Whipping around, Alexi saw Andy Larson, her part time helper walking their way. She immediately knew his new project wasn’t going well. He looked rough as if he’d been walking around for days rather than eating or sleeping. His hair was standing on end and his clothes were wrinkled and stained.

  “Hey Andy,” she called.

  He looked up waved and started their way, smiling.

  “Andy who?” Jesse asked, coming back into the alley.

  Andy stopped, stared at them a moment, then looked down at his clothes. “I’ll see you later,” he said and made
a quick about face, hurrying away.

  “You want to explain who he is and what that was about?” Jesse asked.

  Alexi rolled her eyes. “That was Andy being Andy.” She explained how her part-time employee, a struggling artist, had creative binges and dry spells. “He looks as if things aren’t going well at the moment.”

  “He did come by yesterday asking if you were all right and wanted to talk to you,” Karin added. “He was wearing the same clothes.”

  “The man looked more than just upset,” Jesse said. “In my book he looked dangerously unbalanced.”

  Alexi shook her head. “I’ve known him for years, believe me. He’s just being Andy. You’ll understand once you’ve met him and had time to see how he operates as an artist.”

  “She’s right. Once you know him you understand him,” Karin said. She glanced at her watch. “I’ve got to get back to the hospital now. Is there anything else?”

  “No,” Alexi said. “Just no more late nights, okay?”

  “Got it, boss.” Karen thanked Jesse again for Lucy’s balloons and left.

  Alexi and Jesse returned to her office. She sank into her desk chair, totally perplexed.

  “Alexi, we have to talk.” Jesse turned to her. “I need a few answers. How many employees like Andy do you have hanging around. And are you positive there isn’t anything donated that someone would break the law for?”

  Alexi laughed to ease her tension. “The nude pictures?”

  “Be serious.” Jesse shook his head and frowned.

  “Everybody who sees them wants them,” she said. The thought that the photos were imbued with some magical aphrodisiac like spell flitted through her mind. They’d shaken up her life. Or was it Jesse who’d done that, the memory of him and then the man.

  “What else?”

  “Nothing then. Everything about my life is exactly as it was before yesterday except that Roger and I didn’t get married. You don’t think that Roger is doing any of this, do you?”

  Jesse nodded. “It’s a strong possibility.”

  She frowned. “I have a hard time seeing him put forth the effort to sneak into a hotel room, vandalize it, and skulk in back alleys. It isn’t like him.”