Any Given Sunday
Authors: Mari Carr
Any Given Sunday
Wild Irish, Book Seven
The child who is born on the Sabbath day, is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
Sean Collins is happy working at the family pub and sharing a house with the
woman of his dreams. He and Lauren are equals in every way, including in bed, where
they burn the sheets. Life is good. Even if he must hide a couple of secrets to keep it that way.
Lauren is madly in love with Sean. They share everything—almost. She can’t deny
sensing…something. A certain feeling when she, Sean and their friend Chad are all
together. But she doesn’t press. How can she when she’s not being completely
forthright herself?
Chad is feeling pretty miserable, and renting a room in Sean and Lauren’s home has
only made it worse. In a house filled with secrets, Chad’s are doozies.
When an opportunity arises to explore their deep desires, the trio plunges into a
sex-filled, emotionally charged ménage. Long-buried feelings are revealed, changing
their lives irrevocably. Whether for better or worse, only Sean, Chad and Lauren can
decide.
An Ellora’s Cave Romantica Publication
Any Given Sunday
ISBN 9781419932724
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Any Given Sunday Copyright © 2011 Mari Carr
Edited by Kelli Collins
Cover art by Syneca
Electronic book publication January 2011
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ANY GIVEN SUNDAY
Mari Carr
This story is dedicated to Kelli, Jambrea and Rhonda, for their unflagging patience
and unending support as I worked my way closer to Sunday.
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Monday’s Child
Monday’s child is fair of face,
Tuesday’s child is full of grace,
Wednesday’s child is full of woe,
Thursday’s child has far to go,
Friday’s child is loving and giving,
Saturday’s child works hard for a living,
But the child who is born on the Sabbath day,
Is bonny and blithe and good and gay.
~Traditional nursery rhyme
Any Given Sunday
“Where’s Chad?” Lauren asked breathlessly as they entered Sean’s apartment.
Sean rested his forehead against hers for an extra second or two before pulling
away from the kiss they’d just shared. However, the distance was too much for him and the image of Lauren in her miniskirt and silky blouse proved to be his undoing. He
pressed her against the door to steal another long, hot kiss. They’d gone out for a
romantic dinner to celebrate the end of their first month as a couple.
“Chad’s out for the night,” he replied. He grasped her hand and lifted it to his lips, placing a kiss on her palm. “Thanks for making sure I made it to the door safely, Ms.
Chase,” he teased. She’d followed him up to his apartment, jokingly claiming it was the gentlemanly thing to do after driving them home from the restaurant. “Do you need to
leave right now or do you want to hang out for a while?” He was unwilling to say
goodbye to her after such a great evening.
She smiled and ran her hand down his chest. “I’m not in any hurry.”
They’d been friends forever, so there was no awkwardness between them. Years as
best friends had bred a comfortable familiarity. It had also built up some pretty deep-seated need in Sean. If he didn’t get her into his bed soon, he was likely to do himself an injury. Sporting a hard-on 24/7 couldn’t be good for anybody.
Sean stole another kiss and wondered if he’d ever experienced anything so amazing
in his life. “Good. You wanna watch TV or make out?”
She laughed. “I wanna have sex.”
Her quick response took Sean off-guard for a second, but he was accustomed to her
forthright, honest nature. It was refreshing and, in some ways, a relief. He was part of a large family that walked to the beat of a different drummer. Sometimes he worried their quirkiness was hard for outsiders to take. It was cool to just be himself—Collins warts and all—and not have to worry about scaring her away because of his
unconventionality.
“Jesus,” he muttered and she gave him a husky laugh that was sexy as hell.
He studied her face and saw his own feelings reflected in her eyes—the look was
hungry, almost feral. “I want you so much,” he confessed, running the back of his hand along her soft cheek. She was the most gorgeous woman he’d ever seen. “I’ve wanted
you forever.”
She nodded. “The feeling’s mutual.”
She grabbed the hem of his T-shirt and pulled it over his head before he could
respond. He wasn’t surprised to discover this aggressive side. Lauren was a strong-
willed, opinionated woman and it stood to reason she’d attempt to take the lead in the 7
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bedroom. Leaning forward, she planted several wet kisses on his chest before using her teeth to playfully bite his pec.
He pulled away, grasping her face between his hands, and spoke the words dying
to escape. “I love you.”
Her breath caught at his admission and he heard her gasp. It was the first time
either of them had used the words. Maybe it was too soon to speak them, but he didn’t care.
“I love you too.”
He smiled, the happiness in his soul too big for his body. Though they hadn’t
revealed their transition from friends to couple yet, Sean was anxious to scream it to the world. He’d found the woman of his dreams. He turned around and bent down. “Climb
on.”
“A piggyback ride?” she asked, laughing. He’d been giving her piggyback rides for
years. It had started one day when she got a splinter in her foot at the pier by the lake where she’d been swimming with him and Chad. Since then, whenever the mood
struck them, she’d climb on and he’d race around with her holding on for dear life. She made him laugh, made his life fun.
“Dear God, only you would whisk a woman off to the bedroom with a piggyback
ride.”
“You prefer the fireman’s hold?” He started to turn around again but she stopped
him.
“Nope. This works.”
Giggling, she climbed onto his back and he carried her to the bedroom. They’d been
hesitant to spend too much time together in his apartment, usually holding their make-out sessions at her place. Sean wasn’t sure what was keeping Lauren from broadcasting the changed nature of their relationship to everyone. As for him, it was only his
roommate, Chad, from whom he felt the need to hide the truth.
He felt guilty, though he couldn’t understand why. Lauren and Chad had never
been more than friends, but sometimes when he looked at the two of them together, as
they studied or simply watched television, Sean wondered if Chad would feel he had
betrayed him somehow.
Sean backed up to his bed and dropped her onto the mattress. She laughed as she
bounced, but the sound was short-lived when he turned around and crawled on top of
her. They’d done some pretty heavy petting the past few weeks and covering her
delicate frame never failed to provoke an intense response inside him. He was hornier than he’d ever been in his life. He kissed her hard.
“Hurry,” she whispered.
Sean felt the slight urge to call her to task for trying to guide this experience. He was used to calling the shots in bed, but Lauren would struggle with handing over so
much control. It didn’t help that she knew him as affable and easygoing. An
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uncomfortable awareness crept in. There was very little he wouldn’t do for her—even
hiding his more dominant nature in the bedroom.
He pulled away from her and they undressed with haste, kissing and touching each
newly revealed body part, each naked bit of skin.
By the time they lay down once more, he felt as if he had a fever. His body was
flushed, aching, his cock full to bursting.
“God, please,” she moaned when he put his mouth against her pussy. His tongue
tormented her clit and he knew she needed to be filled.
“Sean,” she said, her fingers grasping his hair tightly, painfully, as she tried to
direct him, to move him to where she needed him most. “Inside me.”
He looked up at her. Tried to convey with a look the words he couldn’t say. This
moment was too perfect.
“Please,” she whispered, and he was surprised by the slight tremor in her voice.
Sean rose, coming over her body and kissing her gently. “I’ll never hurt you,
Lauren.”
She returned his kiss. “I know.”
He quickly donned a condom and when he pushed inside her, for the first time in
his life he felt true love.
He made sure each thrust was deep and easy as she grew accustomed to his girth.
He ran his fingers through her soft red hair, kissing her as they moved together. Her hands touched him everywhere—his shoulders, his arms, his face. Her delicate fingers
stroking his skin drove his arousal even higher and he fought not to come too soon. The moment was too perfect, too long overdue, and he wanted to make it last a lifetime or three.
When her first orgasm came quickly, it took them both by surprise.
He smiled and kissed her gently. “Looks like we’re compatible everywhere. Wanna
go for a two-fer?”
“God,” she cried when he continued to move in her body. “Yes.”
He reached down and touched her clit, applying pressure, relishing the feeling of
her movements below him. She was out of control, writhing on the bed and lifting her
hips to meet his thrusts. The strength of her desire was contagious and, for a moment, he felt lightheaded as even more blood rushed to his cock.
He brought her to climax once more, his movements growing less calculated, more
frantic as he came closer to finding his own release. When she wrapped her legs around his waist and met him blow for blow, he knew he was a goner.
He came and the power behind his climax felt strong enough to derail a train.