Padraig

by Mia Malone

  Then Jenny pulled them outside and around the house until they reached a dark corner with a few work-benches along the wall.

  “Help me up,” she murmured, and he took hold of her waist and placed her on the bench.

  She opened her legs, and without thinking, he stepped in and let his hands slide around her hips.

  “Are you okay?” he asked softly.

  Her head tilted back but before she could answer, he heard steps in the gravel to the side, and Jenny stiffened. Then she arched her back in a way that pressed her breasts into him and slid her arms down his back until they were on his hips, pulling him closer.

  “You don’t fight like that often enough, Paddy,” she crooned and lowered her voice. “You know how hot it makes me.”

  Then she raised one of her hands and pulled his head down to put her mouth by his ear.

  “Going outside after a fight like that means one thing here. If you don't touch me now, they'll think you are weak, or that I am not yours. There’ll be more fights then, Pad.”

  Shit. Paddy knew how the MC's worked and how the Wolves operated, and she was right. He hadn't thought about it, but she had, and the way she was protecting them made his insides warm with something he didn't even try to identify. The way she was rubbing against him also moved all blood from his head, and he felt his cock harden.

  “I know, babe,” he murmured and pushed her legs a little further apart. “There you go,” he went on, “Spread your legs for me.”

  Her breath hitched, and he put his mouth on hers while he slid his hands up her thighs and around to cup her behind. Then he ignored the assholes watching them and let his tongue tangle with hers as he moved his hands over her.

  She was shifting restlessly against him, and he felt her moan softly when he slid one hand around her thigh to trail up the inside until it reached the top of her leg and touched the lace covering her pussy. He wished they were somewhere where he could see what she was wearing but didn't stop and moved his hand until he was cupping her under the lace. Then he froze.

  “Ahh, Jenny,” he groaned.

  “Pampering,” she murmured and nipped his throat. “Don’t stop.”

  He’d never have guessed pampering meant her being bare and the feeling of her under his hands almost made him come like a fucking teenager, but then her hips moved a little and slowly, he slid a finger between her folds. She widened her legs even further, and he felt how wet she was.

  She whimpered when he slid two fingers inside, and he steadied her with his other arm.

  “There you go, Jenny,” he murmured and started pumping his fingers in and out of her.

  She mewled and arched her back a little when he put the pad of his thumb on her clit and started moving.

  “Padraig,” she breathed, and he smiled.

  “That’s right, Jenny.”

  “I’m –”

  Suddenly, they both heard someone walk away, and she froze. They stood still for a beat but then she exhaled, and it sounded a little like a whimper.

  Fuck no. They were not stopping now. He'd forgotten about whoever had been watching them, and he was not ending this just because they'd left.

  “I’m not gonna leave you hanging, Jenny,” he murmured. “Now come for me.”

  Then he put his mouth on hers and started moving his hand again, faster and harder. When she came, he felt her pussy spasm around his fingers, her arms holding him tight and the sounds she made slid down his throat.

  And he smiled.

  ***

  Jenny

  I woke up during the night, and I should have been tired, but I lay there wrapped tightly in Paddy’s arms. Who would have guessed that Padraig Callaghan for all his savvy would be a spooner? His hard cock pressed against my behind, but his breaths were even, and I knew he was sleeping.

  After making me come, he'd kissed me gently until my pulse had slowed down and I'd kissed him back, a little bit stunned by what had happened but also sated and happy. When I moved my hands down toward his waist, he'd stopped me gently, and murmured, “This was for you. We'll get to me later,” and then he'd brought us back to the party.

  I could see on Doug's grin that he had a fairly good idea what we'd done outside, but he didn't say anything, and neither did anyone else.

  The mood was happy, and no one mentioned the small incident where Paddy broke one of their brethren’s nose. I worried anyway because everyone in a club had friends and at least someone in the inner circle would have sponsored the man so there could be trouble brewing. When I had a chance, I asked a couple of the wives, but they shrugged it off and said that no one liked him, and most of the women hated his wandering hands. They were all in complete awe over Paddy’s two-minute fight, though.

  “He just marched right in there, ripped him away and broke his nose,” Tina giggled.

  Since Tina was ten years older than me and had been married to Doug’s second the past forty years, I assumed she’d seen plenty of fights before, and told her so.

  “Not like that. Wham. Wall. Nose,” she said and gestured with a bread-stick to illustrate her words, much like a conductor at the opera.

  Or what I thought a conductor would look like because no way I’d ever pay money to listen to friggin’ opera.

  “Is he as good as they say?” one of the other women whispered and wiggled her brows.

  “That’s for me to know and you to keep asking about,” I said and wiggled my brows back at her.

  “Oh, God,” she breathed. “He is.”

  We laughed, and they started sharing rather detailed descriptions of how good their own men were. The women were hilarious, and when they brought out a bottle of tequila, the party really kicked off. I only had one shot, though, and when I walked over to Paddy, I saw immediately that he hadn't had much to drink either. We both knew that getting seriously drunk at a party with one of the clubs was asking for trouble, and we both also knew how to have fun without it anyway.

  I’d been on my feet since early that morning making final preparations to let me leave the diner for the weekend, and I had a good time, but I was happy when Paddy saw me yawning, leaned down and murmured a quiet, “Bed.”

  I wondered if going to bed together would mean we’d come to the later when we would get to him. We apparently hadn’t because he just rolled me into his side, murmured, “I know you’re tired, Jenny. Let’s sleep.”

  And there I was, wide awake when I should take the opportunity to sleep. Paddy and Doug would sit down around lunch, which meant we wouldn’t leave until later in the afternoon and I’d planned to spend the day doing as little as possible, preferably in a chair in the sun.

  Paddy moved a little in his sleep which pressed his cock harder against me, and I smiled. Then I felt him tense and knew he was awake.

  “Paddy,” I murmured.

  He rolled over to his back, and I started rolling with him.

  “Sorry, Jenny,” he murmured sleepily. “Didn’t mean –”

  “Shhh,” I said, and kissed his chest.

  The room was pitch black, and it felt safe to do whatever I wanted. So, I did.

  “It’s later,” I murmured and heard him pull in air because I murmured this against his navel. “You took care of me, and now I’ll take care of you.”

  Then I slowly pulled his briefs down hoping he wouldn’t protest and make me feel like a fool. He didn't protest at all and raised his hips to help me get him naked. When I put my hands on his cock, he made a deep, hoarse sound, but didn’t say a word.

  It was long and hard, and bigger than I was used to but not huge. As I let my hand move up and down, it felt perfect. Then I leaned forward and circled the tip with my tongue.

  He hissed, and I moved closer, opening my mouth to take him inside.

  I loved blow jobs and had never been able to explain to myself what it was about having a man’s hard cock in my mouth that turned me on so much. Perhaps it was the sense of control or the intimacy of the act. I didn't care and simply enj
oyed doing it. I also had almost no gag-reflex, which meant that when I felt up to taking a man deep inside, I could, although I rarely did because of the trust involved. The fact that I didn’t gag didn’t mean I didn’t need air, something Martin frequently forgot.

  But this was Paddy. He had put a hand on my cheek and groaned softly as I moved my mouth up and down in a slow rhythm, but he wasn't controlling me. I leaned even further over him and sucked him all the way into me.

  “Ahh, Jenny,” he hissed, and I moved up, and then down again.

  His hips started bucking, and he grunted each time I lowered my head, but he still kept his hand on my cheek and let me set the pace. The area between my legs pulsed and I moaned around his cock as I sucked hard, and this jolted him into action. He knifed up and put his hand under my arms, pulling me up and then both of us back into the bed with me mostly on top of him.

  “Christ, Jenny, you’re fucking heaven,” he murmured against my mouth. “Can I come inside?”

  “Yes,” I said without hesitation.

  He rolled us until I was on my back and we got rid of our clothes. He slapped the night-stand a few times until he found his wallet. When I heard him take out a condom, I could have told him it wasn't needed although considering his history, I guessed he'd want one.

  Then he was between my legs, and I felt him position himself.

  “Okay?” he asked softly, and I smiled.

  “Padraig,” I murmured as an answer to his question, and in one long thrust, he slid inside.

  And I came.

  It hit me from nowhere, and I gasped and clutched his shoulder, shaking a little with the force of my orgasm.

  “Jenny,” he said in a slow, hoarse whisper.

  And then he came too, going down on his elbows and groaning hoarsely into my ear.

  We lay in silence for a long while, and then he turned his head to kiss my ear, and then my mouth, slow and sweet. After a while, I felt him moving back an inch.

  “That was a bit embarrassing,” he whispered and pulled out. “I need to go and…”

  I could guess what he needed to go and do so I whispered, “Okay,” and when I heard the door close quietly, I moved to lie on my side with the sheets pulled up, wondering what the hell he'd think. I'd come after two minutes of him fingering me, and now I'd just exploded. Before he even made one single thrust. Yeah, that had been embarrassing, and I wondered what I'd say when he got back, but I slid quickly toward sleep before he did. I felt when he moved the sheets, curled around my back, and kissed my neck softly, but I forced myself to pretend to sleep, and a few seconds later I wasn't pretending anyway.

  Chapter Six

  Padraig

  He woke up wrapped around Jenny, and stayed there, clutching her to his chest and breathing in her scent. Then he winced.

  Jesus. He’d stuck his dick inside her last night, felt her pussy spasm and just exploded. He hadn’t embarrassed himself like that since never. Even his first time he'd managed to get a few feeble thrusts in before coming. She moved a little, and he sensed that she was waking up, so he tilted his head forward to kiss her shoulder.

  “Jenny,” he murmured and slid his hand down her side. “I’m sorry.”

  She stiffened and started to turn.

  “For what?”

  “I wasn’t exactly a stellar lover last night,” he murmured and put a hand under her chin, pushing gently until their eyes met. “Will you let me make it up to you?”

  “What?”

  “I really want to make love to you, Jenny. I promise I’ll last a whole lot longer.”

  Her lips twitched a little, and he felt himself grin. He hoped to Christ she didn't tell Lee about his performance the evening before.

  “I came before you did.”

  “Thank fuck,” he said with emphasis.

  “You didn’t think it was…”

  He didn’t think it was what?

  “What?”

  “Embarrassing?”

  He saw her blush but what she thought he’d find embarrassing was beyond him.

  “I thought it was so hot I came without even moving my cock an inch,” he shared.

  “Oh,” she said.

  “I know it was embarrassing for me to come like a goddamned virginal teenager, but I don’t get what the hell you’d think you did wrong.”

  “It just felt, I don’t know? A little slutty?”

  Not even a gun to his temple could have stopped his laughter, and she tried to move away, but he held her tighter to him and forced himself to calm down.

  “Babe.”

  “Babe, what?” she snapped.

  “Babe, you have got to be insane. First of all, there’s never anything wrong with a little slutty as far as I’m concerned. I’m also pleased as hell you find it so hot when I slide inside you that you come, and you won’t hear me complaining if that happens every time we fuck.”

  “Oh.”

  “Was that why you were pretending to sleep when I got back in bed?”

  Her eyes widened, and another blush made her cheeks rosy.

  “You knew?”

  “Yeah,” he said and leaned down to kiss her softly. “I was trying to figure out what to say when I felt you falling asleep in my arms. I wish you’d told me, baby-girl.”

  He felt her relax, so he did too.

  “I guess we can’t do this unless we talk,” she said quietly.

  He wondered what she meant with this, but wasn’t sure he’d like the answer, so he just nodded.

  “It won’t happen every time,” she shared, raising her chin a little as if she’d just issued a challenge.

  Since his hard cock pressed into her hip, she must be more than a little aware that he was all in on accepting that challenge. And if she wasn’t aware, she would be.

  “Okay.”

  “I usually –”

  “What?”

  “It usually takes a lot more for me to come, Paddy.”

  He grinned at her and didn't share that he felt like howling like one of the fucking stupid bikers they were visiting. So she usually needed a lot more work? He could do that. Then he leaned down and kissed her. He was already hard, and since he had no intentions of repeating the evening before, he didn't grind it against her like he wanted. Instead, he threw the covers off them and kissed her again when she tried to protest. The room was bright, and he watched her long-limbed body as he moved his hands over every inch of her. He’d seen her in swimwear over the years, so he knew what she looked like, but this was different, and he’d fantasized about her over the years, but that had been different too. Feeling her under his hands, watching her face go from an unexpected shyness to a soft, sweet look went straight to his heart. And his cock. Slowly, he moved a hand over her hip and around her thigh to spread her legs just a little. He’d never had a preference for how a woman groomed herself, but as he watched his hand slide over the smoothness between her legs, he groaned.

  “Jesus, Jenny, it’s so sexy.”

  She moved her hands over him, but he took hold of them and moved them up over her head.

  “Nu-huh,” he said. “You had your hands and fucking fantastic mouth on me last night, and we know how that ended. Today it's my turn to play.”

  She grinned back at him but didn’t move her arms, so he went back to stroking her folds, spreading her legs a little more and taking his time. When her breaths were becoming choppy, and her hips moved impatiently, he slid two fingers slowly inside and smiled when she gasped. “You’re wet for me,” he murmured, pulled away and reached for another condom.

  Then he knifed up and leaned his back against the wall,

  “Come here.”

  He sounded as out of breath as he felt, and tried to slow things down, shifting her until she was astride his thighs. Slowly he rolled the condom on, watching her watching him do it. Then her hands were moving over his chest as she leaned forward to kiss him. He put his hands on her behind, lifted her up and slid her down on him. She didn't come but she m
oaned into his mouth, and he smiled.

  “Show me,” he murmured against her lips. “All that hard work that was needed, Jenny. Show me what makes you come.”

  Slowly she straightened and smiled at him. That smile shot straight to his cock, and he put this hands on her ass again, to hold her still.

  “Show me,” he repeated.

  One of her hands moved to her mouth, and his hands twitched when she put two fingers in her mouth and sucked them. Then she leaned back a little and put her fingers on her clit, circling it, slowly at first but then faster. Her hips started undulating, her mouth opened a little to let out a hoarse groan.

  “That's it, Jenny,” he said, turned on enough to come any second but holding himself back firmly because she was amazing to watch and he wanted it to last forever.

  His Jenny, on his lap, riding him and making herself come. He’d fantasized about this so many times while he stroked his cock and reality was better than he’d ever dreamed about.

  “Oh, God, Paddy,” she whimpered. “I’m coming.”

  Her back arched and her eyes closed.

  “Eyes on me, Jenny,” he ordered, needing to know she was with him.

  That she knew who he was.

  Her eyes opened again, and they were blurry with pleasure, but she kept them open as she moaned out her orgasm. Paddy had no clue how, but he managed to shift them around in one swift move and then he started pumping, long sure strokes as she continued to moan.

  “Keep coming,” he ordered.

  “I can't,” she gasped, but he moved a hand between them, and she moaned again.

  “Again, Jen,” he grunted and thrust harder as he moved his hand, watching her to find out what made her whimper and her pussy quiver around him.

  With a soft wail, she wrapped her legs around him and came again, and he smiled against her mouth as her sounds became louder. Half the house would probably hear, and he didn't care.

  He slowed down and enjoyed the feeling of her as he slid in an out, kissing her softly, and let his hands roam lazily over her while she came down. Then he started building it again.

  “Paddy,” she whispered, and he smiled down at her.

  “One more, baby-girl.”