Immaculate

Getting away with it

A Snug is a den, I guess. A room that's cosy, sofas, tv etc, a relaxing place? Hope that helps.

Part Thirty-Three

Sean's POV

I towelled my hair dry and ran a comb through it. I had taken a shower to relieve the tension and it had helped slightly. I felt more relaxed. I had given her enough hints, I just hope that she had taken the time it took me to shower to relieve her own tensions.

The emotions that had been racing through me had been enough to bring me to my knees. I had never, ever wanted a woman the way I wanted Sang.

I had to work so damn hard to sit back from her and she had stared at me with some much trust in her eyes asking me to carry on. God, Owen would be proud of me; but to be honest, it was the trust in her eyes that held me back.

I, of all people, know how innocent she is, how young. Yeah, she'd nearly caught me out by asking how old I was for my first time, but it hadn't been special at all, she had been a year older than me and a sure thing. I regretted it almost as soon as I'd pulled out of her and I didn't want Sang to feel the same; I wanted her to know for sure that she was ready to step into that kind of relationship with us because it was her heart leading her, not her hormones. Not to mention the floor of Owen's snug was not the best place for a first time!

I shook my head, swept my hands through my hair a final time and decided to tiptoe down the stairs. The last thing she needed was for me to go blundering back into the room if she was still touching herself. Oh god! I didn't need that either, I was pretty sure if I saw that, reason would go out of the window and I'd be on my knees finishing the job for her with my tongue. And neither of us needed that!

I crept down the stairs but the door was wide open and there was no sign of her. I carried on down and saw her in the kitchen, her head buried in her arms on the kitchen island. Damn, she was right about the exploding before long. Maybe telling her to put a film on and I'd back soon wasn't the best thing to say. I should have been more explicit. But what do I say? Hang on here, Pookie, I'm just going to jerk off, maybe you could do the same? Yeah, right. I don't think so.

I was going to have to be more careful.... but I had eight other brothers.. well, seven discounting Owen. I was fairly sure that he'd never take things that far with her and I rather expected he'd kill me if he ever found out where my mouth was earlier. But she was just so damn easy to worship and if they were getting carried away like I did, and then stopping and she was left hanging... Shit, she's going to be a ticking time bomb.

I'm going to have to sit her back down and tell her that she's going to have to take care of herself or one of my brothers isn't going to know what hit them. I wouldn't complain if it was me, but I knew that Owen would be burying me in an unmarked grave if that were to happen.

I would talk to Owen and get his thoughts on it. I hadn't heard from him all afternoon, but I knew they'd be cornering Tim and most probably kicking the life out of him. I didn't feel sorry for him, I just felt sorry I wasn't there as well. I know several pressure points that would give intense pain and leave no marks and I wouldn't think twice before inflicting them on him.

I shook my head, my thoughts were far too dark and I had my Pookie to take care off. I started to whistle so that I wouldn't startle her, I dropped a kiss on her head and went for some Orange juice. She didn't want any so I put it back and asked if she wanted to play a game. I got her giggling by pulling a funny face at her and then I had a brainwave.

When Owen is away, we can play. And she was game!

I grabbed her hand and we were running up three flights of stairs to the top.