On Dublin Street

His arms tightened. “For the next three months you are. I mean it, Jocelyn. No one else touches you.”

 

 

My body completely ignored my mind as it screamed ‘run, run, run!’, and I felt my breasts swell, and my nipples harden at that growl of warning. “You’re being an ass,” I told him hoarsely, my eyes betraying me as they dipped to his mouth.

 

“I wasn’t judging you,” he continued as though I hadn’t said anything, skimming soft, teasing kisses along my jaw to my ear, where his voice rumbled sexily, “In public, you’re Joss Butler. Cool, self-possessed. In bed, you’re Jocelyn Butler—you’re hot, babe. Uncontrolled. Needy. Sweet,” he breathed. “I like that I know that. I don’t like the fact that other men do too.”

 

Maybe I was just so turned on I forgot who we were and what this was supposed to be, but I found myself in an unusual moment of honesty. I leaned down and kissed his throat, loving the way he arched his neck to let me. My hand slid up his chest, across his shoulder and curled around his neck. I nipped and licked and kissed my way back up to his mouth, and then I pulled back, so ready to have him inside me it wasn’t funny. “They were boys, not men. And just so you know… they never got what you got last night from me. They never got it because they never gave me what you gave me. Not even close.” I brushed my lips across his, and glanced up to meet his eyes, smirking at him. “There. That’s a little more air you can blow into your ego.” My grip tightened around his neck. “But it is the truth.”

 

I waited for him to say something, anything. Instead the color in his eyes grew dark with desire and I was crushed to him. His lips demanded I open my mouth and I did, allowing the deep, possessive kiss, trying to steal breath from him since he held me so tightly that mine was gone. In less than a minute I was under him. In less than another minute I was naked, and in less than another he was moving inside me and proving once again that sometimes I really could be needy and sweet.

 

 

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

I strolled into the bedroom, dressed in the tank and shorts again, and I watched as Braden buttoned up his shirt. He grinned at me over his shoulder. “Making sure I’m really going?”

 

I shrugged, feeling a lot more relaxed now that he’d given me two spectacular orgasms. “We’ll play this by ear.”

 

His grin deepened. “This is going to be easy if all it takes is sex to change your mind.”

 

I gave him an exasperated look. “Braden. I’m serious. We’ll play this by ear, and while we’re sleeping with each other, we agree not to be sleeping with other people. But we also agree, no pressing each other for answers to questions we don’t want to answer.”

 

After a while of just gazing at me, Braden finally nodded. “Agreed.”

 

“Okay. Agreed.”

 

“I better get back to my flat, shower, change.” He pressed a quick kiss to my lips, his hand coming to rest on my waist. “I’ll see you tonight.”

 

I frowned. “No. I’m working tonight.”

 

“Yeah. Adam, Ellie and I will stop by.”

 

“No, you won’t.” I shook my head. Not after last time. And truthfully I needed some space from him.

 

Braden’s brow furrowed. “Why not?”

 

“I’ll be working. No distractions.”

 

“You working with Craig?”

 

I grimaced. “Yes.”

 

His grip on my waist tightened. “He kisses you and-”

 

“You’ll knock his teeth out.” I nodded, rolling my eyes. “Yeah, yeah, I already got the macho Scotsman memo. Nothing will happen. I promise. But you’re not coming tonight.”

 

“Fine.” He shrugged in overly casual agreement. “Then I’ll be here when you get back.”

 

Okay, I almost nodded my agreement before my brain went, wait! No! No, no, no! “No!” I replied a little more loudly than I meant to.

 

Braden did not look amused. “Not even twenty four hours in and this arrangement is already exhausting the fuck out of me.”

 

“Well you’ve given me four orgasms. That oughta take it out of a guy.” I grinned saucily.

 

My deflection didn’t work. “I’ll be here, tonight.”

 

“Braden, seriously don’t. This is all really new. I need some space.”

 

“Babe.” He leaned down and pressed a tender kiss to my forehead and I relaxed. See, he could be agreeable and willing to compromise sometimes. “We’ve only got three months. There’s no time for space.”

 

Or not.

 

“I’ll be tired after my shift.”

 

“Not in the morning, you won’t be.”

 

“Then come over in the morning.”

 

With a weary sigh, Braden nodded. “Fine.” He pulled me to him, lifting me off my feet so he could give me a searing, wet kiss he knew I wouldn’t forget in a hurry. And once he’d settled me back on my dazed feet, he left the apartment without even a goodbye.

 

 

 

 

 

***

 

 

 

 

 

“Do you think I’m nuts?” I made a face, bracing myself for Dr. Pritchard’s answer.

 

“Because you’ve agreed to make yourself sexually available to Braden?”

 

“Yeah…”

 

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