Page 51 of Power Play with My Brother's Irish Friends

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CHARLIE

With a single kiss, Miranda offered me all the happiness in the world. I drove her to Austin’s and walked her to the door. Austin’s car wasn’t in the driveway, but I still made a quick sweep of the area to double check he hadn’t snuck in and parked elsewhere.

“I had fun.” Miranda fisted her keys in her left hand, her right tucked inside mine.

I’d dared to hold her hand the entire time like we belonged together. She squeezed my hand and all the hope I’d built up during our kiss, after the ride ended, and throughout the drive choked me into believing this was real. Maybe she’d choose me. She’d known me the longest. She trusted me. I’d confessed my feelings and she didn’t laugh in my face. I still felt the lingering imprint of her lips on mine. We’d kissed during the entire ferris wheel ride, our bodies tangled up and heat building until it consumed me. Waking away with my erection straining against my jeans turned the journey from the ferris wheel to the car into a painful walk of shame. Miranda had given me a knowing look but hadn’t picked things up once we were in the car.

Standing on the front stoop with the closed door at her back, I leaned in for a kiss.

“Good night.” She trailed her fingertips up my arm and gripped my bicep. A warm sigh teased my cheek before her lips touched mine. The love I felt for her blocked out everything else. No one else made me feel this way, like I could conquer the world and destroy it all at the same time. Whatever she needed from me, that was what I’d give. Nothing less. She reached behind her and fumbled with the door, somehow managing to open in and pull us both through to the foyer. The empty house echoed around us, the sensation of being truly alone with Miranda spurring me to gather her up in my arms. Her lips were addictive, the intoxication of her moans gathering strength. Much more and I’d lose all sense of right and wrong. Austin be damned. I wanted Miranda.

“Charlie.” She ended the kiss and took my hand in both of hers, holding them tight beneath her chin.

I waited for the rejection, the moment she asked me to leave.

“I’ve waited so long for this.” Her grip on my fingers tightened. “No one else is here. Austin won’t be home for hours.”

“What are you saying?” I needed the words directly from her, without subtlety or any room for doubt.

Somewhere deep in the empty house, a clock ticked. The place was too new and too well built to have creaking floorboards, but a part of me still waited for Austin to appear at the top of the stairs or the front door. I waited, breath held, for Austin to catch me running my hand over Miranda’s shoulder and down to where she clasped my hand. My thumb ran across her pointed chin, the tiny dimple that deepened when she unleashed her real laugh, and up to her eyes.

“Come to my room.” She met my hungry look with one of her own, her stuttering breath catching and holding as she sank her teeth into her bottom lip.

I nodded and turned us both toward the stairs. Even with my dexterity on the ice, I didn’t even try to kiss her on the way up. I’d rather wait than risk throwing us both down the steps because I’d lost my balance. I knew the way to her room, the house’s blueprint imprinted on my mind from years of roaming the halls and our one night together. What would she think of me by tomorrow, once she’d had me alone and without Patrick and Duncan surrounding her? The first hint of doubt crept in, but I squashed it as soon as it arose.

We stopped at her closed door, the softness of the hallway lights casting shadows across the wall. Her dark hair fell around her face, and I swept it back with one hand while opening the door and nudging her through. “I’m not in a hurry.”

“Good.” Her dimple popped with her laughter. “I’ve seen what you’re capable of on the ice, the slow and steady precision. Are you like that in bed?”

“You don’t remember?” Concern rocketed through me.

She shrugged and tugged at the hem of my shirt. “That was different. I’m talking about you and me, not you, me, Duncan, and Patrick. What kind of moves does the great Charlie McNiel have that I’ve missed out on all these years?”

“This.” I dropped my lips to her neck and kissed her pulse point. Her heart thudded, the beat quickening when I sucked lightly. “I’m going to devour every inch of you. There’s no part of you that’s off limits, nothing I won’t do to please you.”

Fingertips danced up my spine, her hands warm on my skin and breath loud in my ear. “And what do you want from me?”

“Everything.” It was the truest thing I’d ever said. “But first, I want all our clothes off so I can worship you the right way.” It took less than a minute for each of us to strip the other. Revealing her skin layer by layer heightened every second, so that by the time she stood naked in front of me with nothing but moonlight on her skin, I was ready to crash to my knees and swear a blood oath to love her for all eternity. I held out my arms and she walked into them without hesitation, lifting her face for a kiss. I drank from her lips and ran my hands over the familiar curves, relishing the smoothness of her skin. Our time might be limited, but I held back from rushing the moment, content to kiss her senseless.

Her stomach rubbed over my erection, and she wrapped her hands around my shaft, working her way up and down the length, squeezing and twisting with my precum as lubricant. Deepening the kiss, I stroked her pussy with the palm of my hand, parting her and easing a finger inside. Her knees crumpled as she moaned into my mouth.

Grinning around the kiss, I swung her up and lowered her into the oversized chair, spreading her legs and diving into her pussy with my tongue.

Hands grabbed my hair, her breath hissing out in sharp bursts. “Damn, Charlie.”

I growled and worked my face side to side, licking and tasting her sweetness. She trembled when I thrust two fingers into her pussy and curled them upward, my tongue lavishing attention on her clit. I’d learned this about her that night, how she loved being eaten out and finger fucked. My cock ached, the strain of it pulsing with every heartbeat. I’d get my satisfaction later. All I wanted to see, hear, smell, and taste was her pleasure. Nails scraped over my scalp and down my shoulders, her body bowing forward and pulling her away.

I removed my fingers from her tight hold and pushed her back into the seat, anchoring her with one hand while I dragged her knees up over the arms of the chair, spreading her out wider than a banquet feast. “Mine.” I licked her slit, my cock pulsing when she threw her head back and bucked.

“You’re a tease, Charlie.”

“What did you expect?” I licked her again. “Did you think I have no self control? That I’d bring you in here, sling you over a chair and fuck you doggie style until I came then leave you high and dry?” One finger slid into her, followed by another. When she gasped and wiggled, I added a third, which brought out that contented sigh and rolling of her hips.

“I wouldn’t mind.” She spoke through panting breaths. “Wouldn’t mind feeling your cock buried so deep inside me I taste it.”

“You’re killing me.” I groaned into her pussy, tasting the pleasure of her release tightening her around my fingers. I plunged them deeper, the strain of holding back taking up the last of my control. I sucked her clit and rubbed it with my thumb, using everything to my advantage until she convulsed with a scream, her nails piercing the skin on my shoulders and holding me in place. Then and only then did I lift onto my knees, position my cock and fill her with a solid thrust that rocked the chair back on two legs. I gripped the chair on either side of her head, holding it in place as I widened my stance to hit the perfect angle.

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