Love Entwined (16 page)

“I remember thanking your mother for trusting me with you before we left for the dance,” Bentley said, breaking through the memories. “You were so beautiful, Ireland. I couldn’t wait for you to be at my side for every dance we ever had—homecomings, proms, college formals, weddings. We were so young. We had a lifetime of memories to create.”

“I’m just thankful for the ones we do have,” I said, resting my head on his shoulder.

“And, the ones yet to be created—including this one,” he said, taking the album from my hands and setting it on the floor beside us, before capturing my lips with his.

The next thing I knew, Bentley was using his entire body to lay me back on the floor.

“I can’t get enough of you, Ireland. I need to have all of you,” he growled.

With those words, I lifted my hips from the floor and began unzipping my jeans and, in no time at all, Bentley stripped them off me. His mouth was soon planted on me again.

Starting at my neck and working his way down, he stopped to linger at my breasts before licking and teasing my navel. I wanted his mouth to pleasure me—to send me into spiraling bliss. My core tingled in anticipation for what was to come. While pleasuring my body’s every inch with his tongue, his fingers found the elastic waist of my panties and gave them a yank. Bentley’s sense of urgency only intensified the rising heat between my thighs.

“I can’t believe you just ripped my panties,” I panted. “But, if I’m being honest it was hot as fuck.”

Bentley chuckled before responding, “I’m glad you approve. But, now it’s my turn to be honest—I think you’re hot as fuck.”

Before I could respond, Bentley began placing sweet kisses on the inside of my thighs. His day-old stubble tickled my inner legs, causing me to writhe beneath him. Bentley took that as a cue, moving up from my thighs to gently suck on my clit.

With each lap, he brought me closer to reaching my own euphoria. Feeling my muscles tightening and constricting, my orgasm intensified, coursing through my body. Letting me catch my breath, Bentley began placing soft pecks all the way up my torso and breasts before consuming my lips with his.

"I think you need to lose some clothes right now."

"Well, what do you suggest we do about that?"

"I have a few ideas," I said, as I sat up and slowly began unbuttoning his shirt.

My breath hitched ever so slightly at the sight before me. Even though I’d already seen Bentley naked and we’d already given ourselves to each other, the sight of his sculpted six pack that led right down to that mouthwatering V on his hips still could steal my breath away.

I slid the shirt from off his shoulders and ran my lengthy fingernails down his chiseled abdomen and the thin line of hair which adorned his chest. Deepening our kiss as I loosened his belt, I lowered his khakis. His hard erection sprang free from the band of his boxer briefs. Quickly standing up, he dropped his pants and briefs and stepped out of them, tossing them over to my pile of clothes.

Before rejoining me on the floor, I rolled out of his way so I could take control this time around. I was now the one on top, holding his wrists down, with my head buried between his thighs. I loved every view of Bentley—from every angle, but watching him at my mercy brought out a little of the tigress in me.

I freed Bentley’s wrists and reached under his body to gently cup his firm ass. Pulling him in closer, I practically unhinged my jaw, trying to take in all of him. He reached out and began fondling my breasts, as I continued to work his cock with my mouth.

His groans only urged me to take in even more of him as I began to work his swollen tip with my tongue. I slowly licked circles around his crown as he began to squirm beneath me.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Shamrock. That feels so fucking good.”

Knowing Bentley was on the brink of his own release, I took as much of his length in my mouth as I possibly could and let my hands begin to massage his balls. He slowly rocked his hips back and forth before I noticed his pace begin to quicken.

“Ireland, I’m going to come. You need to roll over. I want to be inside you when I come.”

Knowing I wanted to taste him on my lips, I ignored his request and quickened my pace. Groaning he knew he’d lost this battle, pumping himself into my mouth a few more times before I could taste his cum on my lips. As he slowly sat up and watched, I licked every last drop of his essence from my mouth.

“Oh Shamrock, you’re so naughty,” Bentley said with a wink.

“You loved it,” I sassed.

“I did love it, but you didn’t do as I asked. Now I need to punish you,” he said, lightly swatting my behind.

Before I had time to react, Bentley flipped us over and straddled me once again. Using his knee to spread my legs apart, he positioned himself at my entrance. I could feel the heat of his cock at my pulsating center.

"I love you so much, Ireland. I’ve waited my entire life to say those words.” His confession drifted in the night air, as he filled me slowly with his hard length.

My body didn't take as long to adjust to him this time; we were now as one with each stroke. Not rushing tonight as he had the day before, he slid himself in and out of me at a slow, rhythmic pace, our bodies rubbing together in their own perfect melody. I was nearing my second release of the night, when I felt his thumb begin to rub my clit. That was all I needed to come unhinged. I cried out as Bentley thrust into me again before collapsing on my chest in his own release.

B
entley and I were still entwined in each other’s arms when something on the floor caught my eye.

I rolled over to get a closer look at the aged wood board. “I can’t believe our names are still legible,” I said, my finger tracing the outline of the engraving. “I remember the day we did this.”

Bentley rolled over in my direction to see what I was talking about. “I’d completely forgotten about that,” he chuckled.

“Didn’t you have a weird name for this thing?”

“Yeah, we all called it the ‘Love Plank,’” he chuckled, lost in memory. “Mom and Dad started the tradition then Uncle James and Aunt Char added to it. I wanted to be just like him so we carved our names on it, too.”

“I remember,” I laughed. “We snuck down here after everyone else had gone to bed. I thought you wanted to make out. It surprised me a little when you only wanted to carve our names into the floor.”

“If memory serves, we made out after we finished our little graffiti project,” he said, pulling me into his chest and kissing the top of my head.

“We did,” I laughed. “I probably pouted. I had you wrapped around my little finger.”

“I guess some things never change,” he whispered into my ear.

Upon further inspection, I was surprised to see Bentley’s son’s name engraved underneath ours.

“Isn’t Tanner just a bit too young to have his name carved on there?” I questioned. “And, who the heck is Spike? You know what, maybe it’s better if I just don’t ask.”

“Pfft,” Bentley sniggered. “I would say that he was a little too young if we hadn’t been nearly the same age when we carved our names onto the plank. Besides, Spike is just our old dog.”

I couldn’t help the laughter that escaped, “You let him carve his name with the dog’s? You know that’s permanent, right? That poor kid is going to be so embarrassed someday. He’s never going to bring a girl down here,” I nearly choked, trying to suppress my snickering.

“Exactly. That’s why I was perfectly OK with letting him do it,” Bentley chuckled.

Shaking my head, “You’re so evil, Dad.”

“And, you love this evil dad,” he reminded me.

“I do.”

Have I told you today that I love you, Ireland?”

“You have, but it’s OK to tell me again,” I sighed.

“I love you. I love you. I love you. How’s that?”

“Perfect,” I said, rolling around to face him. I wanted to bring something up and I wanted to be looking him in the eyes when I did.

Here goes nothing. “I noticed you never carved your name with Staci’s,” I said, biting the inside of my lip.

“I don’t think I ever brought her down here. I never wanted to share you with her. I wanted the memories of us just to stay between us,” he admitted.

“What happened between you two?”

Bentley pulled away almost as soon as I’d spoken the words. I instantly regretted my question.

“I’m sorry. Forget I ever asked.”

“No. No, it’s OK. You deserve to know,” he said, inhaling deeply. Rubbing his forehead, he exhaled before continuing, “Things had been distant between us for quite some time. I probably should’ve seen the signs. Maybe I had, but didn’t want to admit it to myself.”

I rested my head against his bicep, hoping our close proximity would encourage him to continue. “I did love my wife. We may have been young and we may have rushed into marriage because of Tanner, but I took our vows seriously. I always wanted the same kind of marriage that my parents had. Growing up, I always thought that that was going to be us someday. It took me awhile to move on after you left, but when I met Staci I really thought she could be my forever.”

“You know I didn’t want to leave, right?”

“I know, Ireland. I’m not telling you any of this because I blame you, or because I think it’s somehow your fault. You obviously couldn’t control the circumstances any more than I could. Truth be told, you had a lot more to handle than I ever did. I can’t even begin to imagine everything you went through—or how you felt.”

Clearing my throat, I hoped Bentley would continue with his story because I wasn’t ready to share mine—not yet.

“Anyways, I’d been working a lot of overtime. Greg and I had just opened the firm. It took countless hours to successfully grow our business. Staci said she understood—even held my elbow at all the corporate functions. Little did I know, she was actually using those same functions to find her next fuck.”

“She cheated on you?” I asked, stunned by his admission.

“She did more than cheat on me. I don’t think she’d been faithful the entire time we were married—maybe even before.”

I shook my head in confusion, “I’m not following. That’s a pretty heavy accusation. How can you be sure?”

“I guess I can’t be one hundred percent sure, but all the signs were there. I recently found out that she got pregnant on purpose, too. She told me she was on birth control. I was young, naïve maybe. I didn’t have any reason to question her.”

“How do you know? Why would she do that? She was so young, too.”

“She admitted as much. She knew my family had money and she wanted into my mother’s social circle. I suppose my name meant more to her than I did.”

“I’m so sorry, Bentley. I had no idea.”

“It’s OK. I haven’t told many people and don’t even think Greg knows the entire story. I guess I’m a little embarrassed about the entire situation, since I couldn’t even keep my own wife satisfied.”

“You can’t possibly blame yourself for her infidelity!” I nearly yelled.

“I don’t know,” he shrugged. “Maybe if I’d stayed home more and not worked so much.”

“Bentley, you can’t possibly believe that’s true. You just told me that she was only with you for your family’s money and that she hadn’t been faithful since before you were married.”