O'Malley Wild: Honoring Sean

by Maggie Casper

  His emotions warred through him. He wanted to wring her neck and lay out every man in the room who so much as looked her way. At the same time, he thought of how much fun it was going to be when he finally had her across his lap. The palm of his hand itched to get on with it.

  As he continued to watch, Honor’s gaze swung to where he was standing with his arms crossed over his chest. He met her gaze with a warning one of his own. Instead of looking properly chastised, the damned woman smiled and winked then continued on about her merry way.

  Oh, yeah, it was going to be a long night. A long, good night filled with wickedly erotic happenings when he finally got Honor Rollings behind closed doors. The monster in his pants could hardly wait.

  * * * * *

  The blasted man was going to be the death of her. There was no way she couldn’t have noticed how his eyes continued to follow her.

  He just watched her, blatantly, out in the open, possessive attention. It was unnerving in a sensual sort of way. Of course, if he didn’t knock it off soon, she was going to have to change her panties. Staying dry around this wet-dream-of-a-man was virtually impossible, and it made her angry that he could manage to keep her off balance so easily.

  At first, she’d tried with all her might to ignore him, not giving him the time of day unless it was to order drinks or drop off empties. As the night wore on though, ignoring Sean proved to be virtually impossible. His shirt was stretched way too tight across the bulging muscles of his chest and upper arms. His faded button-fly jeans hugged him in an obscenely sexual way. Faded white in all the right spots, a ragged tear along one knee exposed just a bit of skin. Seeing that tiny bit of flesh made her mouth water. The fact that she wanted to run her tongue along it should have warned Honor just how far gone she already was. The very large set of polished Redwing boots adorning his feet only added to his overall sex appeal. He was a hard man not to drool over.

  She’d made darned sure to keep far away from him because once he set his hands on her, she wasn’t sure what would happen. She would either jump his bones or kick him, and it wouldn’t be very professional to do either during business hours. So, she’d done her best to keep focused on the task at hand. Smiling when appropriate, talking when a customer started a conversation.

  Twice already, she’d turned down offers to dance. After last night, there was no way she would be responsible for another broken nose.

  About the time that thought came to mind, Honor felt the tiny hairs on the back of her neck rise. It had to be him again.

  Slowly she turned, and what she saw left her a bit shaken. The broad expanse of his shoulders was facing the room, but his face could clearly be seen in the mirror behind the bar.

  His eyes seemed darker than normal and feral, a sense of foreboding shivered across her flesh. His hooded gaze seemed to be trained on her, and yet, he seemed to be staring right through her.

  Man, he could make her insides quake without so much as a how-do-you-do and it made her want to scream.

  A naughty little thought came to mind. One the little devil riding on her shoulder just wouldn’t let her push away. Adding a little extra sway to her hips as she made her rounds around the room gave her a feeling of feminine power.

  The extra wide smiles of the men she served as she leaned in close sent a tingle of anticipation down her spine.

  The big brute behind the bar may be able to stomp one dancing partner into the ground with a single punch, but it was very unlikely he would or could take on a whole roomful of men. So, she set out to flirt with each and every one.

  Deep down, Honor was aware that she was pushing Sean O’Malley beyond his limits, but something in her just wouldn’t allow her to back down.

  When the hair on the back of her neck once again stood at attention, she turned her gaze to the bar, gave her best I-am-woman smile and winked. The look of barely leashed anger he returned was a warning she chose to ignore. The second of sheer confusion she witnessed just as she’d winked would make it all worthwhile. With a shiver of excitement and a chuckle, she continued her way around the room.

  After taking a large order, Honor made her way to the bar. Once she’d finished relaying her order to Sean, with a promise to be right back, she turned to leave, needing a quick bathroom break, but Sean had different plans for her.

  Grabbing her wrist in an unbreakable hold, he bent low and all but growled at her. “What in the hell do you think you’re doing?” His breath smelled of mint. Honor couldn’t keep her eyes off his mustache, loving the way it moved when he talked.

  “What do you mean what am I doing? I’m doing my job,” she said, while trying to pry her wrist loose of his grasp.

  “Dammit, Darlin’, I’m trying mighty hard to stay in control here, but the way you keep sashaying that tight little ass of yours around this room full of men is driving me crazy, so knock it off.”

  When she opened her mouth with a retort, she was cut off by a hard, smacking kiss. Sean’s huge hands were now holding her head as he looked deeply into her eyes. The intensity of his gaze brought a volley of shivers running up and down her spine.

  “You may still be fighting it, Honor, but mark my words, you will be mine, so don’t go offering what no longer belongs to you. I’m just about at the end of my tether, Little Darlin’, and my hand is just itching for the feel of your backside.”

  Stepping away from the large man still holding her, Honor said, “There you go again! Would you just stop it? I’ve already told you, I don’t belong to you.” Then, as she turned to walk away, she added, “And if you think I’ll let you lay a hand on my behind, you’re crazier than I thought, Sean O’Malley.”

  As she made her way the ladies’ room, she couldn’t help but admit that the idea of being spanked by Sean O’Malley was as equally frightening as it was arousing.

  Later that night, Honor wondered if it was worth it. Her feet were killing her and she had aches in muscles she wasn’t even aware existed. From the bulge of her apron pockets she would have to assume she’d made a killing in tips though. All that hip swaying and smiling had been good for something at least.

  It sure hadn’t earned her any extra attention from the boss man. After that one look of warning and the heated words they’d exchanged, he’d gone about business as usual. Funny how that bothered her, but it did.

  After drying the last of the glasses, she set them on a rack at the end of the bar then made her way to the back room for her personal belongings.

  Once finished, she headed back up the hallway. The door to Sean’s office was open so she stuck her head in to bid him goodbye.

  “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she said quietly to the man working behind the desk.

  “All done?”

  “Yes, I just finished the last of the glasses.”

  “Hold on there. I’ll walk you out.”

  Honor couldn’t help but wonder what he was up to. He seemed way too calm for her peace of mind.

  “Umm, okay, but you don’t have to,” she said, hoping he’d decide to stay.

  “I’m done here,” was all he gave in the way of an answer before meeting her at the door.

  They walked side by side down the hall until they reached the front door.

  Once outside, Honor gave her thanks to Sean and hurried off to her car. I’m not running away, she argued silently with herself, knowing full well it was a lie. It was just that something about Sean’s cool demeanor left her feeling a bit jittery.

  For some off-the-wall reason Honor realized that a broodingly quiet Sean O’Malley was a very dangerous thing.

  She watched out her rearview mirror as she pulled out of the parking lot, breathing a sigh of relief that he’d let her go so easily after the stunt she’d pulled.

  As she repeatedly reminded herself that she belonged to no one but herself, she wondered what it would be like to give herself wholeheartedly to him. Once she crossed the line though, there would be no going back, and she wasn’t absolutely sure she could handle th
at.

  Honor pulled her car up to the curb in front of the small apartment complex where she was temporarily living. It wasn’t the best of places, but it was quiet and clean, and her neighbors seemed friendly enough. Also, it was the only place she could find willing to rent to her without signing a lease.

  Lost in her thoughts, she didn’t notice the black pickup truck that parked just around the corner, or the overly large man who slid from behind the wheel.

  Juggling her backpack-style purse, Honor searched for her keys. Once found, she opened the door to her small apartment, but when she went to close the door, a hand stopped its progress.

  “What the—” she started.

  “Well hello there, Little Darlin’,” Sean taunted, as he waited to see if she’d invite him in. When she backed up, a look of shock on her face, he walked through the door, closing it behind him.

  “Wha—” Clearing her throat she tried again. “What did you need?”

  The crooked smile curving his lips was purely evil in a wickedly sexual way. It made her inner core flood with feeling, her skin heat. And at that moment, she knew there was no way she would be able to turn him away.

  “This, sweetheart. This is what I need,” he growled, as he pulled her into his arms, up against the wide expanse of his muscular chest. The feel of wash-softened cotton and muscle beneath her palm started a tingling sensation that traveled up both arms.

  His kiss came at the perfect moment because Honor wasn’t sure she would be able to hold back the whimper begging to break free of her throat. Instead, the feeling was replaced by a purr of pure satisfaction as his lips met hers, and his moist tongue delved deep.

  When his lips finally released hers, she was lightheaded and dazed. Before she knew what was happening, she felt the room tilt. With no time to even utter a word in protest, she found herself belly-down across Sean’s lap.

  “We’ve got some catching up to do, baby,” he said, as his hand rubbed across her backside. “I told you I owed you one, and now it’s time to accept payment. This time you can keep these cute little pants on, but the next time it’ll be bare skin I feel beneath my hand.”

  The first blow to land on the fleshy part of her bottom made her jump. It wasn’t exactly comfortable, but not quite painful either.

  Several more landed leaving her feeling as though her bottom was on fire. She couldn’t help but wiggle and squirm as she was held snugly across the bulging muscles of his trunk-sized thighs.

  And that’s when she noticed it. All the wiggling and squirming was bringing her great pleasure, the slight pain of the blows landing across her backside only made her move more until she was grinding her hips into the warmth of Sean’s legs beneath her like a wanton woman.

  She couldn’t seem to help herself, she was so close. A low moan was wrung from her gasping lips as a firm swat landed against the bottom curve of her cheeks, pushing her up until her clit rasped against the seam of her pants.

  “Oh, God. Please…please,” she begged, not knowing what she was begging for.

  His hand was now rubbing her hot bottom through the fabric of her pants. “Please what, baby?” he asked.

  She couldn’t answer. She didn’t know what words to use to explain what she needed without sounding like a slut.

  “Tell me, Honor,” Sean commanded, rubbing and squeezing her while running a hand between her thighs every now and then. It was just enough to make her crazy.

  “I need… Oh, God, Sean, I need you to touch me.” Saying the words were difficult, causing Honor to duck her head in embarrassment even as she squirmed to bring her mound closer to his touch.

  “Where do you need for me to touch you? Be specific, Honor, tell me exactly what you want.”

  She wanted to scream, that’s exactly what she wanted. “Between my legs, Sean. Touch me between my legs,” she panted out between suddenly dry lips, trying not to concentrate on how close she was.

  “Where between your legs, sweetheart?” he asked, then grazed his fingers across the juncture where thigh met pelvis. “Right here?”

  “No,” she whimpered, still rubbing herself against him.

  “Then tell me, Honor. I won’t ask you again,” he demanded, removing his hand from her body.

  “My p-pussy,” she stuttered through the alien word. “Please, oh, please, make me come,” she all but begged.

  She didn’t see the smile making its way across Sean’s face as he returned his hands to her. One was roaming full force between her legs, beneath the drawstring of her pants and the tiny wisp of lace covering her hidden treasure, the other hand turning her over until she was seated in his lap.

  It didn’t take much. A deep kiss and some direct clitoral stimulation, and she was off like a rocket, blasting into space if the stars dancing their way across her vision were any indication.

  Chapter Three

  The way she burrowed against his chest, a sigh easing from her ripe pink lips, made him feel like a man possessed, but he couldn’t let go just yet. There were still things to straighten out.

  She was so sweet. Her wanton movements, and the way her hair hung around her shoulders shielding her face from his view as her ass moved back and forth, had been such a turn-on. His cock was ready to go. Hard and hot, making the fit of his pants beyond tight. He could feel the dampness against the overly sensitive head of his cock where he’d leaked pre-cum with the excitement of Honor’s release.

  It was mind-boggling just how aroused he could get from hearing his straight-laced Honor say the word “pussy”. The way she’d ducked her head while bucking her hips against his lap had also told just how much her words had turned her on as well.

  From now on, he’d make damned sure she told him exactly what she wanted and where she wanted it. To hear her beg for her release, her voice thick with lust as she forced the sexy, unfamiliar words from between her lips would be so over the top he’d probably come in his pants just listening to her.

  “Come on, Little Darlin’,” he said, lifting her into his arms as he stood. The feel of her body against his was mind-altering. Hell, who needed drugs when you had a willing woman like Honor Rollings in your arms? He chuckled at the thought.

  “Where are you taking me?” she asked, while running one inquisitive hand along his chest.

  “To your room, sweetheart. I’m going to get you ready for bed and tuck you in.” He received no answer in return.

  When he reached the door to her bedroom, he opened it with one hand. She was as light as a feather, he thought, as he sat her on the edge of her bed.

  “Sean,” she breathed out as he removed her shirt. The silky fabric slid over her body with ease. Her eyes fluttered open for the briefest of seconds before once again closing. The dark crescent of her lashes in contrast to the creamy paleness of the skin just below them. The way her brows furrowed into the slightest frown told him just how relaxed she was. A sexually sated Honor was a wondrous sight to behold. She looked absolutely beautiful.

  “Shhh,” he whispered back as he eased the arm from out behind her, which had been holding her up, until she was laying flat.

  Once that had been accomplished, he made quick work out of removing her shoes, slipping the straps of her sandals off, rubbing where they bit into her feet. Her pants came next. They were loose fitting and not hard to remove once Sean untied the drawstring waist.

  Every ounce of willpower was used when he saw the tiny pink triangle covering the juncture of her thighs. Oh, how he wanted to kiss her there, to taste and tease her until she could hardly catch her breath. But it wasn’t time. Not yet. For now, she needed rest, and when she was finally rested, she would have a lot to think about.

  He wondered how she would act come morning. Would she be overwhelmed by all the new feelings his spanking undoubtedly released, or would she be angry? Only tomorrow would tell.

  Before he gave himself any time to change his mind about staying, knowing full well what would happen if he did, he left her room after quietly turnin
g off the light.

  Back in her tiny living room, he straightened her things. Her bag was still on the floor where it had fallen when he’d gained entrance. A few items had fallen out so he picked them up and put them back into the bottomless pit she called a purse.

  One of the items shocked him just a bit. It was a little rectangular package of birth control pills. He wasn’t quite sure how that made him feel. On one hand, he was glad she would be ready when they finally made love, because more than anything he wanted to be embedded deep inside her warmth with no barrier between them.

  On the other hand, though, he wondered why she was on the pill. Was there a man somewhere waiting on her? She’d only been back in town for a short while, taking care of things after her aunt’s death. Staying had more to do with needing money than anything else, from what he understood. But if she did have a man, then why hadn’t he come with her?

  It was all too much to think about, and left him in a bad mood. The thought of his Honor with another man was enough to ruin even the best of days.

  He could feel the scowl crossing his features, but did nothing to hinder it. There would be no other man and after they were married, she could continue to take the damned pills if she wanted, but he hoped she’d want to start a family right away.

  Confused, and not in the best of moods, Sean headed home. Once there, he decided he’d return his brother Zane’s call, first thing in the morning.

  Zane was the youngest of the O’Malley boys and would be coming home soon. It would be great to have the three of them back together again.

  With thoughts of a warm and willing Honor under him, tangled within the sheets of his bed, Sean was finally able to drift off to sleep.

  The morning light brought along with it an almost uncontrollable urge to collect Honor, bring her to his home and never release her. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen, but for a minute, it sounded like a fine idea.