BRIAN (The Callahans Book 1) Read Free

what little savings I’d had at the time. This was before MCorp was out of its infancy, before money was plentiful. Abigail said the rings were a symbol of what we were and what we would always be as long as we were together.
    She was a romantic, my Abigail.
    “There were several times when Abigail and I went through difficult times. And I, unfortunately, was not a good man during those times.”
    “If you were separated, it doesn’t mean you were weak.”
    “I was still married.”
    “But you were separated.”
    I shook my head. “Abigail believed in our vows. I knew she would never do to me what I’d done to her. Even now…I feel like an asshole just looking at you.”
    Rachel’s expression softened. “That’s sweet.”
    “You think so?” I drank from my glass again. “I don’t.”
    “She was lucky.”
    “No. I was the lucky one.”
    “My parents got divorced when I was five. My dad’s been married three times since then, my mom twice. So I think you were both lucky.”
    I picked up my glass again. “Is that what you’re looking for, Rachel? A long-term commitment?”
    “Oh, don’t get that look,” she said, that soft, flirty smile back. “I know you don’t want that. Guys like you…this is all just fun and games.”
    “Yeah?”
    “I like you, Brian. But I don’t have any expectations beyond this.”
    “And what is this ?”
    She tilted her head slightly, that smile widening. “A good dinner. Some good sex. Maybe a repeat in a few days, maybe not. Whatever feels right.”
    That made me smile. A casual fling. That was about all I could handle right now.
    I was married twenty-five years. Until yesterday, I hadn’t been with anyone but my wife in fifteen years. I wasn’t ready for a commitment, not like the one I shared with Abigail. I wasn’t sure I’d be ready for that kind of commitment ever again. So casual was fine with me.
    I thought I saw a familiar face in the crowd again when the waiter brought our food, but I convinced myself it couldn’t be. I was seeing things because my head had been in the past for the last few days. Rachel reminded me of her. That’s all.
    And then we left, and we made out in the back of the taxi as if we were sixteen. Her lips tasted like good food and great wine, her tongue knowledgeable in a way Abigail’s never was. I’d been with a lot of women in my time, and Rachel was probably on the top of the list as far as experience went. Women in my day—they were innocent even when they weren’t. But it was fun, being with a woman who knew what she wanted.
    We got to her place, and my hands had a mind of their own, slipping under her skirt, searching for that swollen bit of sexuality. However, she had other things in mind. She pushed me down on the couch and knelt in front of me, tugging at the zipper of my pants while my hands were still seeking, sliding under the top of her dress, brushing the hardened nubs of her nipples. It was a beautiful sight, such a gorgeous young woman on her knees in front of me. I thought I might lose it when she took my cock into her hands, sliding them both over my length, leaving nothing uncovered. And then her sweet, painted mouth sliding over my cock head…
    Fuck!
    Could anything feel so good? I had to concentrate to keep from blowing my wad the moment she took me in, the second her sweet tongue traced a line around my thick head. I lay back, forcing my thoughts onto something else as she swallowed me, taking more of my cock down her throat than I would have thought possible. I buried my fingers in her hair, guiding her to all the places that felt the best and losing myself in the sensation of her incredible mouth.
    Fuck!
    They didn’t do it like this back in the old neighborhood!
    “God, baby!” I moaned, pushing at her forehead. “You got to stop!”
    “It’s okay,” she said with that flirty smile.
    Hell…
    I lost it. I’d never come in a woman’s mouth before, but this was…you’re never too old for a new