Silent Love(14)

Once they were out front with the door closed, Mike turned to Sean and  zeroed in on him. "What are your intentions with my daughter?"

The one thing that could never be said about Michael Connors was that he beat around the bush.

"It depends," Sean said.

"On what?" Mike growled.

"On what Beth wants," he answered factually. "Honestly, right now, I'd  ask her to marry me if I didn't think that would scare the shit out of  her."

Her father raised a brow. "You'd marry her? Don't you think you're too  old for her? You're close to forty with no children. Let's say you do  get married and have kids immediately. In ten years you'll be fifty with  a ten year old son or daughter. How's that going to work?"

"I really don't know that's any of your business, except that whatever  Beth wants I'm willing and going to do my damnedest to give her," he  said confidently.

"What about her hearing?"

"What about it?" he asked confused.

"Can you accept that there are certain aspects of your life that you're going to have to change," he spat.

"Like what?" Sean spat back. "Like when I tell her I love her I have to  make sure she's looking directly at me? Or instead of whispering to her  in the dark, I get to whisper to her in the candlelight?"

Mike stared at him, once again those sharp eyes felt like they were  burrowing into his skull. He pegged Sean with his forefinger. "If you  hurt her, I'll kill you."

Sean smiled and laughed. "Finally you got to the damn point. I've been waiting for that proclamation all night."

Mr. Connors snorted. "I don't like you."

"If I had a daughter, I wouldn't like me either," Sean conceded.

"But she's safe with you," Mike said. "You'll protect her in this damn  world that wants to eat her up. And her mother and I have noticed a  difference in her. She's happy. It's been a long time since my girl has  been that way."

"I'll do everything in my power to make sure she stays that way," Sean assured him.

"Good." Mike nodded. "Let's get back inside before my wife comes out  here and rips me a new one. I don't know about you, but I try not to  piss off my wife. In fact, tonight I'll probably get browbeat over our  introduction. Shit, I'm not looking forward to that."

Sean grinned. Good for the bastard.



That night, Beth laid on Sean's bare chest, running tiny, feather-light circles over his muscular pecs.

"My dad didn't scare you off did he?" she asked, then looked up at him  through her dark eyelashes. It didn't matter she had zero eye makeup on,  she looked as if she was ready to hit the town.

"Absolutely not, baby. Why?" His brows drew together. Was she afraid he'd leave her?

"I don't want him to scare you away," she said softly. Her hand slid down his stomach and caressed his eight pack abs.

"Never," he said, his voice hitched when her tiny hand went lower and  slid under his boxers. Instantly he grew hard. She grabbed a hold of  him, her fingers unable to completely wrap around his massive length.  Yeah, he was a big boy and fucking proud of it. A quick swipe of her  thumb across the head smeared the pearly fluid that already formed. She  did that to him, made him like a teenager who couldn't control his  bodily functions.

"Sean," she said quietly.

"Yeah, baby?" he asked, his eyes hooded as she leisurely stroked his hard length.

"Do you want me to suck you?" she asked, her question hesitant.

His body responded on its own accord by twitching in her palm.

"I'll take that as a yes," she said with her kitten-like gaze.

He reached down and grabbed her for a blazing kiss that reached the back  of her throat. When he jerked back, he held her to look him directly in  the eyes. "How many men have you done this for, Beth?"

Neanderthal in full-blown mode, he didn't want her to take him in a way  that she'd taken every other lover she'd ever had. Even though that was  less than a handful.

"None," she answered. Her voice shook, unsure of herself. He'd done that to her, made her nervous and doubtful.

When he grinned, he felt her relax. "Good, baby. That's really good."

She crawled down his body, her eyes never leaving his. Her small,  delicate fingers sent chills across his now sensitive body in their wake  as they fluttered over his inferno-hot skin. Hooking her thumbs into  his boxers, she slowly pulled them off his hips to his thighs. On its  own, his pelvis arched towards her, aching for her touch. If she could  hear, she would have heard his groan echo off the bedroom walls.         

     



 

Gently she took his rock hard length into her hands again and stroked him.

"Like this?" she asked.

He placed his hand over hers and squeezed a bit harder to show her the  right amount of pressure to use. "Just like this, baby," he growled.

Catching on quickly, she smiled, stroking him into an even harder state.  Leaning down, her pretty pink tongue snuck out and tasted the tiny pool  of liquid that formed at the tip of his cock. His body jerked. Feeling  braver, she licked the bulb and the underside of his length. Hissing, he  fisted the sheets so he didn't grab her and shove himself into that  luscious mouth.

Then she did something that sent him into overdrive, she suddenly took  his entire length into her mouth then swallowed when she reached her max  ability. He hit the back of her throat.

"Fuck," he ground out. Without control over his body any longer, his  hands tangled into her hair, and he tilted his hips into her mouth as  she sucked him hard and fast. The sight of her head bobbing up and down  while he fucked her mouth sent him reeling. He felt his balls grow  heavy. As if she knew his body's reaction, she gently cupped and rolled  his balls in her hands. She was a natural.

He tapped her shoulder, warning her he was on the verge of letting go,  hoping she understood the sign. Beth continued to lave at him, working  hard at hitting every spot of his dick, leaving not a piece of him  untouched. One more swipe at the head and a long drag into her mouth,  Sean couldn't hold back, he let his body lose, jacking into her moist  hot mouth, spilling his seed down her throat. And she took all of him,  swallowing and pulling every drop out of him.

Collapsing back, Sean's greedy libido already wanted more, not entirely  deflating. Grabbing her shoulders, he pulled her up to him and kissed  her hard again. The taste of him and her blended together was a heady  mixture. He wanted this. Permanently. He wanted her forever in his arms,  bed, taking and owning his body to do with what she desired. And vice  versa.

Pulling away he looked into her eyes that gleamed with rapt love for only him. "I love you, Beth."

"I love you," she said softly.

Smiling, he pushed her onto her back and snaked down her body. "Your turn."





11



After getting back from another lunch with Ryan, Beth was greeted with  another pastry box at her desk. When Sean couldn't take her to lunch, he  made certain she had some form of chocolate waiting for her.

Her relationship with Ryan was blossoming into what could be considered a  sibling-like connection. Like Sean, he was extremely protective of her  when they were out, as well as completely aware of their surroundings,  as if he would attack anyone who got too close. Ryan made her laugh,  something she wasn't used to. His flirtatious antics with waitresses,  hostesses, managers, or whoever he came across couldn't be rivaled. It  was fun to be a first hand witness.

"I don't see you listed on the menu," he crooned to their young  twenty-something waitress earlier. Leaning casually in a chair across  from Beth, he looked every bit as yummy as his brother.

The pink haired girl, batted her black, painted eyelashes and laughed nervously, but had no response.

Ryan cocked a brow. "Well?"

"Well, what?" the girl breathed.

Beth could only watch in utter fascination.

He leaned forward, rested his elbows on the table, and grazed the girl  with a come-hither stare. "I'm wondering what it takes to get you for  take-out."

With that the girl scribbled her number on her pad then scurried away  embarrassed. Ryan pocketed the paper then beamed at Beth. He shrugged.  "I'm not the one in a relationship, sweetheart. I still get to play."

She rolled her eyes and shook her head while he chuckled.

"I love to see you blush, Beth," he teased.

"Stop it," she said softly. She supposed that was what it was like to have an older brother.

Learning and watching Sean and Ryan's special bond was like having  special privy into their world. There was no horrific accident or  incident in their lives that made them close. They came from a middle  class family where money could be tight, but their parents didn't  struggle. It was as simple as the two siblings were extremely close.  They respected, loved, admired, and depended on each other. When Ryan  talked about Sean, his eyes lit up. When Sean spoke of Ryan, his eyes  grew warm. At the house, they moved around each other with an easy,  fluid grace of two men who knew and anticipated the other's movements.  It was obvious they not only needed one another, but also had no desire  to separate from each other. There was no fighting, no arguing, only  firm, straight to the point banter.