MacFarlane - The Perfectly Naughty Bride

The Perfectly NaughtyBride

By

Stevie MacFarlane

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MacFarlane, Stevie

The Perfectly Naughty Bride

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The OMalley Family

Sean and Maeve Murphy OMalley

Children:

Rory married Theresa (Tess) MartinezOMalley

Margaret (Maggie) OMalley Kord marriedNicholas Kord, children, Jason, Todd and Caitlin

Patrick married Molly McCabe OMalley,children, Michael, Ryan

Colleen OMalley Preston married NoahPreston, children, Devlin, Lily and Rose

Bridget OMalley Winston married DelbertWinston the 4th

Extended Family:

Mason (Nicks Brother) and Rebecca MoranKord, children, Julianna

Connor McCabe (Mollys Brother)

Abigail Stevens (Bridgets Best Friend)

The moon wasbarely a sliver in the sky as he jogged the last few hundred yardsto the door on the side of the building. Fingering the key thathed carried all these many years like a talisman, he inserted itinto the lock and opened the door. The stairway was black as pitch,but he didnt turn on the light, just quietly made his way up. Heknew the place like the back of his hand, had spent many of histeenage years sneaking down this same stairway.

When his grandparents owned the pub, heoften spent the night upstairs in the small apartment, and evenafter his sister Molly and her husband, Patrick, took it over, hestill considered it his home. He moved quietly, something that wassecond nature to him after all his time as a Navy Seal,instinctively avoiding the stairs that squeaked. Had he been a manwho smiled easily, he would have smiled now. It did seem a littlesilly, entering the building with such stealth, but old habits werehard to break, and many times his life and the lives of those onhis team depended on his ability to move without the barest breezeidentifying his passing.

Opening the door, he set his bag down andsecured the secondary lock behind him. He was tired, in body andsoul, but at least he was free. Hed hiked the ten miles from thetrain station without giving it a second thought. It was too lateto wake anyone to come and get him and he didnt mind stretchinghis legs after what seemed like days cramped in a series of planesand trains. His long stint was over; hed served his country, doneit well and had a chest full of medals to prove it, but none ofthat mattered now. He was home, although he wasnt quite sure howlong he would stay. There were no officers to salute, no orders tofollow and no one to worry about pleasing except himself. That inand of itself was a blessing.

Stripping, he left his clothes where theylay and walked naked to the bathroom, quickly relieving himself. Itwas a skill, being able to function in the dark, and one he tookfor granted as he entered his bedroom. Seeing the small lump in hisbed, he swore softly. Damn, he was tired and sleep was just tooappealing to be concerned. Besides, it was his bed!

Slipping under the covers, he pushed thelittle warm body over to the other side. It had to be Bridget, herealized, smelling the perfume. She was the only one who used thisbed, usually when she was too drunk to make it home. Molly hadwritten to him that Bridget was getting married, so what was thelittle witch doing here anyway? It would serve her right to wake upnext to a naked man who was not her fianc. And if her fianc washalf the man he needed to be to handle Bridget, why was he allowingher to act like this?

Connor finally smiled, hearing her softsnore. Because she was Bridget, thats why. She was infuriating andendearing, wild and beautiful, and she had a way of wrapping a manaround her little finger. There was a time hed thought aboutclaiming her for his own. Shed always had a little crush on him, asmall spark he could have fanned into a raging flame had he desiredto do so, but it wasnt fair, not to either of them. She couldnever be good long enough for him to complete his militaryobligations; it just wasnt in her. Bridget was a girl no, a womannow, he reminded himself, who would require supervision andattention. Connor was not a patient man. When he gave an order, heexpected it to be obeyed, immediately and without question. Bridgetwould have driven him crazy, and in his profession it might havecost him his life. No, things had worked out for the best, Bridgewas marrying some guy named oh yeah, Delbert. Well, lets hopeDelbert was a little tougher than his name, Connor thought, beforehe rolled over onto his side and closed his eyes. Patting hergently on the ass, he grinned as he fell asleep.

It was the sound of activity downstairs thatwoke Connor in the morning. Thin streams of daylight snaked theirway around the curtains, bathing the room in the cool light ofdawn. He was lying on his back and curled to his side was a warmlittle bundle. Her head was resting on his shoulder and his handwas on her sweet little ass, holding her securely. One of her legswas thrown over his and wrapped around his thigh, her knee mereinches from his morning erection. The delta between her thighsheated his hip.

Maybe I will fight Delbert for her, hethought, smiling to himself. He couldnt remember the last timehed woken up with a sweet-smelling woman in his arms. Cracking oneeye open he lifted his head, looked down and saw a tiny hand withpink nail polish clutching his dog tags. Relaxing, he closed hiseye and savored the moment. Yards of glorious dark hair thatsmelled like the coconut macaroons his grandmother used to make,curled across his chest and wrapped around the hand that wasresting on her bottom. Funny, he thought, sliding his hand absentlyup and down her back, he couldnt imagine Bridget dying her hairdark, but then girls did strange things in the name of fashion. Itwas incredibly long, he realized, and he liked that. A woman shouldlook like a woman, in his opinion. At the moment he wanted nothingmore than to wrap it around his fist and haul her on top of him.Now that would be a homecoming.

Although it would serve her right wakingup sprawled atop a naked man with an enormous hard-on, he thought,forcing the urge away. What the hell was she doing in his bedanyway? If she was mature enough to be getting married, she oughtto be able to control her drinking. And why wasnt her fianckeeping a tighter rein on her? Did he have any idea what he wasgetting himself into? Molly said he was a lawyer, which might be agood thing to have in the family because right this moment he feltlike committing a crime. He wasnt quite sure if he wanted to situp and pull her over his lap, spanking the daylights out of her, orplunge his shaft into her sleepy body. Either way, it was hardly anauspicious beginning to his life as a civilian. In the end, hecontented himself with a sharp crack to her butt.