Page 8 of Rory: His to Discipline

“No,” she insisted, sitting up and grabbing his arms, her eyes pleading for understanding. “Why did you not … I thought you would want to … maybe you do not want me like that?”

Rory groaned deep in his throat. Good God, could she actually believe he didn’t want to bury himself deeply inside her. Rory was a large man, in every way. It would take time and patience for her to accept him. He was sure of it now after feeling how small she was. This was definitely not an activity for his parents’ home.

Taking her small hand, Rory pressed it on his hard, enormous cock. Even through his jeans the pleasure had him sucking in a breath. He watched her eyes widen in surprise as she squeezed it gently. Suddenly, Tess snatched her hand back as if she’d been burned while her face flamed.

“Oh.”

“Yeah, babe … Oh. Don’t think for a second we’re finished. I will take you, over and over, but not here in my parents’ house and certainly not while they are at Mass. Bridget is downstairs right now starting dinner and it won’t be long before the house is full of family. I may be going to hell, but not for this,” he continued, not quite kidding. “You need to get dressed and give Bridge a hand, and I have some thinking to do. I obviously won’t be able to control myself much longer. We might have to make other living arrangements.”

* * *

Tess showered, dressed quickly and hurried downstairs to give Bridget a hand with the meal preparations. Quietly peeling potatoes, she ignored the questioning looks from Bridget even though they had grown quite close in the time Tess lived there.

“Why so glum?” Bridget finally asked after watching Tess peel the potatoes like she was performing a delicate surgery.

Tess shrugged and continued peeling until a large glob of stuffing sailed across the kitchen and smacked her in the chest. It fell from her apron with a plop into the pan of water she had in front of her. Her head came up with a snap as she glared at her smirking friend.

“Excuse me? Did you just throw stuffing at me?” she asked as she narrowed her eyes.

“Well, gee, there’s no one else here,” Bridget answered sarcastically, “so, I guess I did.”

“Why?”

“I thought it would get your attention, and it did. Now, what the hell is wrong with you today? Headache? Hangover? What?”

“Oh, so you wanted to get my attention,” Tess replied, grinning evilly and picking up a handful of stringy cooked squash that was waiting to go into the food processor.

“Don’t you dare throw that at me,” Bridget squealed seconds before she had stringy slippery squash dripping down her face. Wiping her eyes, Bridget picked up four eggs from the carton next to her as Tess dove for the kitchen door.

Yanking it open, she jumped back just as Bridget let the eggs fly, smack into Rory’s massive chest.

Both girls froze and Rory opened his mouth, but nothing came out. He stood there as yolk and shells dripped from his shirt, down the front of his pants and pooled on his large shoes.

Tess slowly backed up until she bumped into Bridget who whispered in her ear, “Run!” but Tess couldn’t seem to make her legs move. Seeing that her partner in crime wasn’t going to be able to escape, Bridget wrapped an arm around Tess’s waist, tilted her chin up in defiance and waited. They didn’t have to wait long.

“What the hell is going on in here?” Rory demanded, grabbing some paper towels and trying unsuccessfully to wipe the dripping mess off of his chest. “What are you girls, five? Clean this damn mess up before Ma gets home,” he ordered, throwing the paper towels down in disgust. “I’ll deal with you later,” he growled fixing his eyes firmly on Tess.

“Geeze, Rory, don’t blow a gasket,” Bridget yelled after him before Tess could get her hand over Bridget’s mouth. “It’s not like it was acid or poison or something.”

“Shut up,” Tess pleaded, “Please, before he comes back here.”

“Ah, his bark is worse than his bite,” Bridget insisted. “Come on; let’s get this cleaned up before the real threat comes home.

“Your madre?” Tess asked, still shaken by Rory’s promise.

“Si, mi madre,” Bridget laughed.

* * *

The girls had the mess cleaned up before Maeve came home and shooed them out of the kitchen.

“Bridget, what in heavens name is in your hair? You best be gettin’ in the shower before it dries. Tess, lass, you look a little flushed,” Maeve remarked, putting her hand on Tess’s forehead to check for a fever. “Do you feel all right? You should go sit on the swing for a bit, it’s not likely this mild weather will be stayin’ much longer. Go and get yourself a little fresh air.”

Nodding, Tess made her way from the kitchen, grabbed her sweater from the front hall closet and settled on the porch swing. Rory’s truck was gone, so he had probably gone home to change. God, Bridget never knew when to shut up. She and Tess had become quite good friends but if Tess ended up getting a free trip over Rory’s knee, Bridget was going to get … get what? It’s not like Tess could do anything about it. Telling Bridget would be like taking out an ad in the local newspaper. Hopefully, Rory would cool down after dinner. His Madre’s cooking always seemed to put everyone in a fairly good mood. Sighing, Tess closed her eyes and set the swing to swaying gently.

Hearing Bridget running down the stairs followed by the screen door slamming shut, Tess braced herself. Sitting up she watched as the small, golden haired tornado approached and plopped down on the swing beside her.

“So, what’s going on?” Bridget asked, tucking her legs under her and pinning Tess with her green eyes.