Irish Dreams

by Hasker, Michelle

  She fisted her fingers in his hair and wrapped one leg around him as she tried to get closer to him. Brendan's erection dug into her belly as he pinned her up against the wall.

  He kissed her like a man long starved, and she met his hunger with an answering one of her own. He's real. The words repeated over and over in her head.

  “Eryn!”

  “Brendan!”

  Eileen and Liam's voices broke through the haze of desire, and Eryn ended the kiss and stared into his familiar eyes. She'd forgotten they weren't alone.

  “Finally. I'd almost given up hope.” He gasped and rested his forehead on hers as he drew in quick shallow breaths.

  “Eryn?” Eileen's voice quivered, and Eryn looked at her in surprise. How could she explain she'd shared Brendan's dreams and not sound like she needed psychiatric help too?

  Once Brendan's mouth had touched hers, everything else had ceased to exist. She'd not only forgotten Liam and Eileen were there, but she'd forgotten they were in the foyer and pressed up against the wall. And as soon as she looked up at him again, she promptly forgot them once more as she cupped his face in her hands and gazed into his eyes. Wet tears slipped down his cheeks and she brushed them away with her fingers.

  “Don't cry.”

  “I can't help it. I'd almost given up on you.”

  Eryn frowned and slid her fingers back into his thick, black hair. “I told you not to.”

  “But you thought I was just a dream.”

  “How is this even possible?” Eryn asked.

  “How is what possible? Are you okay, Eryn?” Eileen asked.

  “Okay?” She let out a long, feminine sigh and smiled. “Yeah, I am now.”

  “What's going on?” Liam stepped forward.

  “Can we discuss this later?” Brendan asked.

  He scooped Eryn up into his arms. She bit back another sigh at his show of strength and wrapped her arms around his neck.

  “But, Brendan!” Liam called after them as Brendan climbed the stairs. Liam looked torn between coming after her and leaving her with his brother.

  “It's okay, Eileen and Liam. I know what's wrong with Brendan. I'm the only one who can help him.”

  “But—”

  Brendan ignored his brother and carried Eryn up the stairs and down the hall to the last door on the right. When he hesitated, she reached down and opened the door. Once he stepped inside, he kicked the door shut and strode to the far side of the room.

  The shades were down, so she couldn't see where they were going, but it reminded her of the room from her last few dreams. As he gently placed her on the bed, her heart caught in her throat. Again, the realization that he actually existed ran through her mind.

  “I can't believe you're real.” They spoke at the same time, then laughed.

  “Eryn. My love, you're finally here. It's hard to believe that after all these months I found you.”

  She laughed and pushed at his chest. In a quick move, she scrambled back on the bed and looked at him. “Just give me a minute.”

  “Why? Am I mistaken? You do feel the same way I do, don't you?”

  “I'm real close to a system overload,” she confessed. “I'm strung so tight I think I'll fall apart if you touch me.”

  “Good.” He purred as he climbed on the bed and crawled toward her. “I'll catch you when you fall.”

  She practically melted into a puddle, not only at his words, but also at the look in his eyes. At the hunger he didn't bother to conceal.

  Eryn swallowed, and watched as he drew closer. He licked his lips as his chest brushed over her lower body and then her breasts. Her sensitive nipples strained against the fabric of her bra, protesting their confinement as he lowered his mouth and captured hers.

  Their tongues mated as he fisted his hands in her hair and pressed his body against hers. Eryn didn't even think of asking him to stop. She wrapped her arms and legs around him, and kissed him until they were both breathless and panting.

  Brendan nuzzled her neck and bit her gently. She moaned and tightened her legs around him. Instinctively, she rubbed against him, simulating the act she knew would follow soon.

  “Slow down. We've got eternity now that we've found each other.”

  “I need you, Brendan. Now.”

  “Patience.”

  The sounds of their lovemaking made it hard to exert the patience he demanded from her. His moans and gasps, coupled with hers, excited her to the point where she was on the verge of an orgasm, and she was still fully clothed. Why was it that with him she was always aroused, and her senses all heightened to such sensitivity that it took almost no effort to push her over the edge?

  “You feel so good in my arms. I can't believe you're here, in my bed. I need to taste you. I want to know if the dreams do you justice. You are certainly more beautiful. I bet you taste better too.”

  Her desire increased at his confessions. “I want to taste you too. In fact, I can't wait to feel you deep inside me. I don't know which I want more.”

  “Mmmm.”

  Brendan moaned as he moved down her body and paused at her flat stomach. He nudged her shirt up and licked her heated flesh. As she squirmed under him, he opened her pants and slid them down, kissing each and every inch of flesh that he exposed. Eryn wiggled and tried to help him, but he pressed her back down and shook his head.

  Eryn growled at him, but he laughed and slid off her pants and underwear. As he started on her shirt, she grabbed him and pulled him close. Before he could protest, she kissed him, as hungry for his taste as for his touch.

  Brendan took back control and finished undressing her.

  “What about you?” she asked and gestured to his clothes. “You're definitely overdressed.”

  He chuckled and stripped off his clothes at record speed as well. “Is that better?”

  “Mmm. Much.” She grinned and ran her hands over his chest. “There are so many things I want to do to you.”

  “I want to pleasure you first,” he said as he pressed her into the mattress.

  She batted her eyelashes at him. “I said it first. Play fair, Brendan.”

  “All's fair in love and war.” He growled and pinned her beneath him.

  “I don't need the corny lines.” She laughed and rubbed her breasts against him.

  “You started it.”

  “Then I'll finish it. Shut up and kiss me, you fool.”

  Brendan laughed, then did exactly as she asked. He took her arms and raised them over her head and tucked them under his pillow. “Keep your hands under the pillow, or I'll stop ravishing you.”

  “Ravishing me?” Her breath hitched, and moisture flooded her core.

  “Yes, ravishing you,” he whispered, leaning close so his breath brushed against her lips.

  Eryn whimpered and fisted her hands together. “Why are you doing this? I like touching you.”

  Brendan sighed and glanced up at her. “I like touching you too. But I lose control when you touch me. I'd like to come inside you, not on your belly.”

  “I'd just like you to come.” She purred and reached down to cup his ass as she rubbed her lower body against him.

  “Damn it, Eryn. I said I'd stop if you moved your hands.”

  “But you won't. You want me as much as I want you. And I'm calling the shots.” She rolled him onto his back.

  “What are you doing?” he asked.

  “I can't wait. I need you now. Foreplay next time. Okay?” She moved so she straddled him, and waited for him to answer.

  He drew in a deep shuddering breath, then released it as he grabbed her hips. “Okay. Fuck now, kiss later.”

  Eryn laughed and shook her head, but she lowered herself on his rigid shaft, one slow inch at a time until he filled her completely. With a moan, she leaned back and savored the sensation. Ten times stronger than her dreams. That was how she'd describe the bombardment of her senses. His scent, his moans, the feel of his skin, and the strength in him as he held her.

 
Brendan sighed, but then gasped when she began to move. His sounds of pleasure not only made her wetter, but also made her muscles clench around him. He held on to her as she moved faster, and harder, taking him in deeper and deeper.

  Moans filled the air, sounds coming from both of them as Eryn tightened on him. Her orgasm rose so swiftly she was caught by surprise when Brendan slipped his hand between them and pressed against her clit.

  “Brendan!” she screamed as her body exploded, her muscles spasming around his cock while her orgasm seemed to go on and on.

  He shouted her name as he joined her with one final thrust.

  “God.” Eryn panted as she relaxed and lay down on him. She traced one finger around his nipple as she drew in short, shallow breaths. Judging by the way his chest moved under her, he was having the same difficulty.

  “What took you so long to find me?” He slid a hand up her back to gently massage the back of her head.

  What the… Eryn growled. “What do you mean, what took me so long?”

  He laughed, making her forget the tirade she had been about to unleash on him. “Oh, Eryn. My sweet. The wait was well worth it.”

  “I still don't understand anything. How could we dream of each other when we'd never met? And how did we both have the same dreams?”

  “I'd hoped you were real, but I didn't know how to find you. I knew from our conversations in the dream world that you were American, and that made it even harder for me. I'd given up hope of finding you.”

  Eryn frowned and gently kissed him. “I didn't know you were real. You were already several steps ahead of me, apparently. How did you know?”

  “Because I've dreamt of you ever since the day I went to the grove and made that wish.”

  “You went to the grove and wished for an American sex therapist?”

  “Okay.” Brendan laughed. “When you say it that way, it does sound silly. But it's true.”

  “You mean to say that I'm a wish someone has granted you? But what about me? I didn't wish for a sex god.”

  He laughed again, and rolled her over, keeping inside her the entire time. Desire stirred again as his length continued to fill her.

  “My God. I've just had the most explosive orgasm of my life. I can barely concentrate on what you're saying. I want to make love to you again. I can't believe how insatiable I am.”

  “Only as insatiable as I am. I want you again too.” He moved inside her.

  Eryn groaned, and grabbed his shoulders. He slid his hands down her thighs, and tugged her legs up. Then he began to thrust inside her, his pace steady and slow, unlike their last coupling.

  “Brendan, I don't know if I can take you again so soon.”

  “Do you really want me to stop?” he asked, hesitating.

  “No,” she whispered.

  “Good.” He smiled and leaned down to take her mouth in his. He kissed her gently, the passion still there, but none of the urgency there'd been before. She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as she kissed him back.

  “Are we going to do this all night long? Or are we going to talk too?” she asked.

  “Sex now, talk later.”

  “So you plan to keep me in your bed until we're both sated. Is that even possible? I already want you again as much as I did when I met you downstairs.”

  Brendan groaned. “I want you as badly as the first time I saw you in my dreams, but I agree that we should try to get each other out of our systems, then figure out the hows and whys of our dreams.”

  All thoughts of protest fled as he suddenly rammed deep inside her. She cried out and arched, digging her nails into his shoulder as she moved under him, trying to draw him in deeper.

  Then he returned to his agonizingly slow pace once again. This time he brought her to orgasm gently, and it seemed to go on and on as her muscles clenched and unclenched around him, milking every last drop of cum from him.

  Brendan dropped his head on her shoulder and drew in deep, shaking breaths. “I could make love to you all day long.”

  “Is that why you clung to those dreams?” Eryn asked as she ran her fingers through his hair, brushing it back from his face.

  “I don't know. You were all I could think about, no matter where I was or what I was doing. It became too hard to go out and do things with a constant erection, and images of you and me making love popping into my head all the time.”

  “Why me? We'd never even met.”

  “I don't know why, either, but does it matter? We've gotten to know each other very well in those dreams.” Brendan kissed her neck and nibbled his way to her ear. “I know all I need to know about you. I love you, Eryn.”

  She froze, her breath caught in her throat at his words. Then with a whoosh, she expelled her breath. “How can you say that?”

  “Because we belong together. Your insatiable appetite matches mine. We fit together perfectly. You're caring and sweet. You like to read, you put your patients' needs before your own, even when you really need to take a break. You love gardening—”

  “Okay, I already know my likes and dislikes. But I can't see how you can know you love me. And this whole dream thing. How is it possible to share dreams?”

  “I think I know what happened. I want you to get dressed and come with me.”

  Eryn sighed, but climbed out of bed. “All right, but I need a shower first.” When his eyes lit with desire, she laughed and pressed against his chest. “Alone. I really am sore, Brendan. In our dreams, it felt so real, but now that it is real, I need to give myself a chance to recuperate.”

  “Okay. You can use my shower and I'll just use the other one. But then you'll come with me, right? To where I think this all started? I'm sure we can figure it out, if we go back to the beginning.”

  Eryn nodded, but she hurried into the bathroom, scooping up her clothes on the way. Not even giving herself a chance to change her mind, she locked the bathroom door and turned the shower on cold. She'd claimed she was sore, but she wasn't, and that was what worried her. Not only was she insatiable, but her body only hungered, never tired, of making love to him. Even his declaration of love hadn't eased the burning desire within her.

  Chapter Three

  As Brendan led her to the pond, a feeling of trepidation settled thickly in her stomach. It looked the same as it had last time. Unchanged, as if time stood still here. A grove of trees on one side of the pond grew thicker as it moved further from the water, and wildflowers filled the entire meadow on the far side. The sky was a clear, light blue making this an idyllic spot to relax. But she knew what had happened here last time. Something had left both of them with erotic dreams and an insatiable appetite for the other.

  “What happened when you came here?”

  He sighed and dropped down on the ground. “You have to understand that I was lonely. So very lonely. I mean, there is no shortage of women, but they all wanted me for either my looks, or the farm. It's so hard to find a nice girl.”

  Geesh. Eryn sighed and sat next to him. “Good to know I'm not in that category.”

  Brendan laughed and turned to her. “What makes you say that?”

  “Nice girls wouldn't put out on the first date.” Now she joined in his laughter. What did behaving matter, if you didn't have a guy to be with anyway?

  “You are a nice girl, Eryn. I don't know the full story, but I can guess what happened, now. You and Eileen came to the pond earlier this year. Liam stopped to spend some time with you both, but I was too busy. But I'd been to the pond, to this very grove of trees earlier in the morning.” He paused and looked into the trees as if someone was in there.

  Eryn looked, but didn't see anyone. She leaned back against a tree and waited for him to continue with his story.

  “Faeries will help you if they feel like it, but they also like to play practical jokes. I figured I'd give it a shot, and made a wish. I think one heard me and made us the butt of a faerie joke.”

  “Faeries.” Eryn didn't know how to resp
ond to that. She fought the urge to laugh because he looked serious.

  “I prayed for love, and they gave me loving.”

  “I don't understand, Brendan. Can you put this in simple words for me?”

  “How much do you know about faeries?”

  “Just what I remember about Tinkerbell from the Peter Pan movies. And a childhood tale of faeries leading people into faerie circles to their deaths.”

  Brendan shook his head and laughed. “That's a cartoon. It's not even close. That tale you heard, though, that is more like what faeries do.”