Love Entwined (13 page)

Bentley did some hot maneuver, resting his weight on one arm as he used the other to remove his boxers completely. Lying there with my mouth agape, I watched the rippling veins in his bicep.

I felt his hands trail from my navel down to my sensitive, and now very awake, core.

“Fuck. You’re so ready for me, Shamrock” he moaned into my ear as he began working my pussy with his fingers. I felt my walls begin to tighten around them as he moved his thumb and rubbed over my clit in a slow, circular motion.

“Ahhhhhhhhh, fuck!” I screamed. “That feels incredible. So fucking good.”

He claimed my mouth once again as I let myself go in what had been my first, not self-induced, orgasm in months.

“Bentley, I need all of you,” I begged as I felt his tip rub against my clit.

“Soon, Shamrock,” he said, kissing me on my forehead before propping himself back up on his knees.

“Where are you going?” I asked.

“I need to grab a condom out of the nightstand.”

“No, it’s fine. I’m on birth control. Get back here.”

“Are you sure? I’m clean. I was tested after everything went down with Staci. Do you trust me?”

I realized then that we’d still not addressed his past, but now wasn’t the time. I knew he’d confide in me when he was ready. He needed to know that I accepted everything and trusted him completely.

“Of course, I trust you. I want you, Bentley. All of you.”

With my request, Bentley plunged into me and I gasped at his sudden entrance. Only taking a moment for my walls to mold around him, he filled me completely and I rocked back and forth as he pumped himself in and out of me.

Bentley kept at a rigorous pace and after just a few minutes, I could tell by his breathing that he was getting close to his own release. He brought a hand down between us, taking a finger to rub my clit, as he continued to thrust his hard cock into my wet, slippery core.

Angling his body, he used his mouth to suck on my breasts. The double pleasure was too much and he soon sent me over the edge as I began to writhe beneath him, my walls tightening and spasming around his thickness. Slamming into me once more, Bentley groaned as he let go of his own release.

Lying in silence for several seconds, we both tried to catch our breath. The only noise came from the crickets chirping in the distance.

“I love you, Ireland. I love you so much,” Bentley said, as he rolled over beside me, pulling me into his arms.

Bentley was completely serious when he said he planned on making love to me all night long. Our sex marathon went well into the early morning hours before we finally fell asleep wrapped around each other.

T
he scent of frying bacon along with sunlight beaming in from the large bay window woke me from the best night’s sleep I think I’d had in years. Rolling over, I thought I’d find Bentley on the opposite side of the bed, but then remembered the bacon which obviously wasn’t cooking itself. My stomach growled as I reached for my phone to check the time—eleven o’clock. Shit! I hadn’t slept this late since my college days.

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I noticed that my suitcases weren’t anywhere to be found. Bentley and I had been so tired when we arrived at the cabin that we’d left everything sitting in the foyer. The chilly hardwood floor left me wishing that I’d remembered to pack my warm fuzzy socks. I walked over to the dresser hoping to find something that I could slip on.

Opening the drawer and rummaging through a bunch of faded undergarments, I settled on a pair of M&M boxer shorts and a worn and tattered Super Mario Brothers T-shirt. Both items smelled like the bag of cedar chips that had been placed in the back of the drawer. Clearly these had both belonged to Bentley circa 1992.

Padding down the hallway, I found Bentley in the kitchen wearing nothing but the same pair of faded jeans from the previous night. His back was turned to me and from what I could tell he was flipping pancakes on the electric griddle. I quietly walked about behind him, very much enjoying my view.
I mean a sexy man, with an ass on which you could bounce quarters off, cooking in the kitchen? Who wouldn’t enjoy that view?

I put my arms around his sculpted shoulders and nuzzled into his back.

“Well good morning, sleepyhead. I’m sorry if I woke you,” Bentley said, placing a peck on the back of my hand.

“You can wake me any day of the week if I get bacon and kisses. But, you didn’t wake me. I can’t believe I slept until eleven. I’m pretty sure I haven’t slept this late since I was eighteen. You must think I’m such a lazy ass.”

“No, I just like to think that I fucked you so thoroughly last night that you needed a few extra hours to recharge,” Bentley teased, turning to face me.

“Actually, I am feeling pretty energetic,” I said with a wink. “Feed me and there is no telling what I might be capable of doing.”

Before I was able to say another word, Bentley was doubled over, laughing hysterically. “What the fuck are you wearing?”

“It’s all I could find in the bedroom,” I shrugged. “You don’t like it? I thought I might take it home with me and make it a new fashion trend. It seems like everything else from the eighties and nineties is coming back. Why not the retro video game T-shirt and candy boxers?” I added, striking a pose.

Bentley pulled me into his chest. “You somehow are able to make anything look sexy, Shamrock. You want to know the best part?” he asked.

“What’s that?”

“I can tell you aren’t wearing a bra under that old T-shirt of mine. Want to know how I know?” he whispered into my ear.

“Hmmmm?”

“I can see your nipples pebbling under that thin fabric. They’re just waiting for me to reach under there and pinch them.” he said, sliding his hands under the shirt and gently rubbing the pad of his thumb over my pert nipples.

I felt my heartbeat increase and a wave of heat coursed through my core. Just as Bentley was lifting me onto the island, we were interrupted by the untimely sound of my stomach growling.

“You’ve seriously got to be kidding me right now,” I groaned.

“I think someone wants food then sex.”

“No, just ignore it. Sex first. I always need sex first,” I encouraged, as my stomach rumbled again.

Bentley placed me back on my feet and turned to grab two plates out of the cupboard.

“As much as I hate turning down your request, we’re eating. You need to keep your energy up for what I’ve planned for later.”

“Is that a promise?” I asked, reaching for the plate of bacon.

“It’s not just a promise, Shamrock. It’s a guarantee.”

“Mmmm,” I moaned. “I think you were telling me stories when you said you couldn’t cook. This bacon is orgasmic.”

“Well I’m capable of cooking bacon and pancakes, but if you want eggs then you’re on your own. And, the only thing in this room that better be giving you orgasms is me. Got it?”

“Aye aye, Sir,” I said with a salute. “Seriously though, where did you get this food? I thought you said the cupboards were bare?”

“I’ve been awake for a few hours. I didn’t want to wake you so I went out for a run and then stopped at the corner market for a few things on my way back.”

“Well I’m glad you did,” I said, stacking four pancakes onto my plate. “But, way to really make me feel lazy. Who runs on a Saturday?”

“I thought you weren’t that hungry?” Bentley questioned, eyeing my plate of food.

“I never said I wasn’t hungry. I just said sex was more important than food. But, since you insisted we eat then I’m going to go big. I don’t believe in half-assing anything,” I said with a playful grin. “Oh and could you please pass the maple syrup?”

“Oh Shamrock, I think that kinky mouth of yours is going to take some getting used to,” he said, passing me the syrup. “Don’t be afraid to let any of that dribble onto your chest. I’d love nothing more than to lick it off your rack later.”

I nearly choked on my orange juice as Bentley began clearing the dishes from the table. It was like a constant game of cat and mouse between us.
And, if I’m being honest with myself—I’m quite enjoying it.

After devouring the breakfast that Bentley had made for us. I stood at the sink with warm water and suds up to my elbows.

“Why don’t you hop in the shower. I’ll take care of the rest of the dishes,” Bentley said, coming up and swatting my rear from behind.

“It’s fine. It’s the least I can do after you cooked me all that amazing food. I don’t think I could eat another bite for days. Besides, I thought we could save some time and just shower together.”

“As much as I love that idea, I don’t think it would be saving us any time and I promised my mother we’d visit around two this afternoon,” Bentley explained, looking down at his watch. “And, since Sleeping Beauty didn’t rise until eleven, we don’t have much time.”

“Fine,” I groaned. “I’ll make it quick.”

I pulled a light, mint sundress and black shrug out of the suitcase that Bentley had already rolled into the guestroom and laid them out on the bed so I could quickly get dressed after stepping out of the shower. I decided to forgo washing my hair, opting to pull it back in a messy bun, in order to save a few extra minutes. After all, I’d been the one to sleep away most of the morning, so I didn’t want us to be late to meet Bentley’s parents. It’d been years since I’d seen Mr. and Mrs. Roberts.
Do I still call them Mr. and Mrs. Roberts?
Or, are they just Martin and Rita?
I made a mental note to ask Bentley on the ride over to the house. I wanted everything to be perfect. I’d already told Bentley that I loved him and I didn’t want anything holding us back now.

I was just about to turn the water off when the shower door opened and Bentley stepped inside—completely nude. My eyes widened as I took him in from head to toe. I saw Bentley naked last night, but only by moonlight. Bentley by daylight—just fuck me now.

“You’re drooling, Shamrock.”

“I’m what?” I stammered, unable to take my eyes away from his perfect V and light trail of hair which led to his already fully erect cock.

“Like what you see?”

“Mmmmmhmmmm.”

“Eyes up here,” he said, pointing to his own eyes.

I did as asked and stared into his big brown orbs. “I like what I see too, Ireland. If I failed to tell you last night, I think you’re beautiful,” he said, taking my mouth into his and sliding his hands down my already slippery front. “Fucking breathtakingly gorgeous.”

“I thought you said we were going to be late,” I mumbled, trying not to break the contact between us.

“I called my folks after I finished up the dishes and told them I had an important errand to run before we’d be there.”

“Bentley, you shouldn’t have lied to your mother.”

“I didn’t lie. I do have a very important errand I need to attend to—I just didn’t tell her that errand was you,” he said with a sly smirk. “She understood and told me to take my time and not to rush. And, since Mother knows best, I plan on taking my sweet time.”