by Winters, KB
“Damn, Ivy.”
I sat up, thankful I was on the bed because my legs were rubber. I reached for Shae, yanking down the gym pants he wore until his cock sprang free.
“Damn, Shae.”
He was big. Bigger than I was used to anyway, at least eight maybe nine inches, and so thick my mouth watered thinking about getting a taste of him.
“Ivy,” he groaned when I wrapped my hand around him and began slow strokes across his hard, smooth cock.
“Fuck, Ivy!” Shae growled. His hips bucked when my mouth closed around him.
“Oh fuck!” His hips wouldn’t stop moving, invading my throat in a way that should have offended me, but he tasted good, and the weight of him felt so damn nice on my tongue. That salty bead that dripped down the back of my throat had my thighs growing sticky.
“Ivy!”
I released him with a pop and smile. “Yes, Shae?”
“You dirty girl, I love to hear you say my name like that.” He stroked his cock as his gaze bounced from my eyes to the wetness between my thighs.
“You suck a mean cock and I aim to fill your pretty little mouth with come but right now, I need to be inside that tight slick cunt of yours.”
“Yes, Shae.” His gaze darkened as the blunt head of his cock pushed through my folds and just inside of me. He growled and froze.
“So fucking hot.”
“You too,” I told him and raked my nails down his chest as my heels took up residence on the firmest ass cheeks I’d ever had the pleasure of touching. “I need more, Shae. More of you.” To bring the point home, I dug my heels into his ass and sent him surging forward, deep inside me. “Yes!” I moaned.
From that moment on, things got crazy between me and Shae, right there in his hospital room, and I couldn’t find it in me to give a fuck. His thick cock filled me deliciously, and I reached between us to stroke his balls because I loved the way his jaws clenched as he tried to fight for control.
“Fuck, Ivy,” he cried, in pain or in ecstasy was hard to tell.
I smiled and tightened my pussy around him until he groaned again. Hearing that sound from this man, knowing I was the cause of it was so arousing, I felt myself growing even wetter around him. Slick and pulsing, I was close and then he collapsed on top of me, taking a nipple in his mouth while at the same time changing the angle so he could pump deeper. Harder. Faster. He touched me all over, his mouth and hands, his cock. His balls.
“Shae!” roared out of me. My body shook with an impending earthquake as he pounded into me, sucked me, caressed me all over. “Shae!” I screamed again.
He reared back, a dark look marring his handsome face, and he pushed my legs wide, gripping them tight while he fucked me hard and fast. Skin smacking against skin until we were damp and out of breath, both of us shouting our pleasure into the hospital room.
“Holy shit, woman!” He grinned and winked at me, even as his body still shook with orgasm. Even as he filled me with his come.
My body wouldn’t stop shaking, and Shae’s hands wouldn’t stop roaming, brushing over the skin of my belly, his palms barely skimming my rock hard nipples. I was a ball of sensation and Shae was taking full advantage. At least two orgasms passed through me before I came back down to earth, his mouth making love to my neck.
“Did I die? Am I in heaven?”
“Nope, but you’re damn good for my ego.”
I rolled my eyes. “Now I know for sure you don’t need your ego stroked. That giant cock maybe, but definitely not your ego.”
He laughed and pushed his hips forward one final time, sending another bolt of lightning through my body.
“I don’t need it,” he said and I laughed.
“But you want it?”
Shae nodded, and a satisfied sigh lit up his face.
“Fine Shae, you were amazing. You have a nice cock and you know how to use it. I can’t remember the last time I came so hard.”
“You came so hard you nearly snapped my cock in half. Kudos.”
Was I really having this conversation with a guy right after sex? “Thanks … I think.”
“Anytime, sweetheart.”
He winked and pulled away until we were two separate people again.
“Say the word, and I’ll let you attempt to break my cock any day of the week.”
“Thanks but—”
His look instantly turned dark. “But what? You don’t fuck criminals?”
“Are you a criminal?”
He glared and I bit back a smile.
“I was going to say thanks, but I don’t really do casual sex. This was out of character for me because there’s something about you I can’t resist, but if we keep this up then I’ll start to care about you and then it’ll turn into a whole thing so … yeah.”
Shae laughed. “Sorry, was that supposed to be a coherent fucking thought?”
“Yes,” I scoffed.
“Try again.”
“I don’t fuck criminals,” I said indignantly, standing to grab my clothes from the chair beside the bed as Shae’s laughter sounded behind me.
“Never said I was one, babe. Come back here.”
I didn’t want to because I felt like he was mocking me. “No.”
“I’m serious, Ivy. I don’t do serious relationships, but I like you. Come see me later?”
Damn this man and the magnetic pull he seemed to have on me. “I’ll see what I can do.”
“I’ll be waiting, Ivy.” Shae’s deep voice sent another sharp knife of desire slithering own my spine before it settled between my thighs. I couldn’t turn to face him, not after what we just did together. In his hospital room!
Instead, as soon as my clothes were mostly straight and I’d tamed my sex hair, I walked out of the room and into the bright fluorescent lights of the hospital. My very own walk of shame.
What the fuck was I thinking? I don’t even know this guy. Who the fuck am I anymore?
And instead of making a right and heading toward the bank of elevators like I should have, I went left. Back to Ian’s room. He wouldn’t like it, that much I knew, but since I’d decided to give him his space, I figured one more check tonight would make me feel less obligated to show up tomorrow.
I stood outside his door and listened for sounds of Ian being happy with his friends, but there was silence. I took a deep, cleansing breath and knocked as I opened the door.
“Before you yell at me, I’m only here because I decided I’m not coming to see you tomorrow.”
Ian and his doctor frowned at me, and I realized I’d interrupted their healthcare powwow. “Sorry.” Jeez, I couldn’t get a damn thing right lately.
“No, it’s okay Ivy. You might as well stay.”
Well that was the most reluctant invitation I’d ever heard, and it made my heart burn with humiliation and just a little bit of anger.
“Don’t be ridiculous. I’ll just wait until you two are done.”
Hand on the big silver door handle, I yanked it open and stepped outside before anyone could stop me, not that they would.
I wondered how life went on for the people inside these walls. How did the nurses cope with the never ending parade of sick, injured and dying patients, growing close to them only to say goodbye? And the people stuck in the endless loop of pain, in limbo as they waited to find out if the doctor would have good news or bad news. There was a mother at the end of the hall, trying to look strong as she held her little girl in her arms, and I wondered if it was her husband or child stuck in that hospital room.
As I sat there, waiting for Ian and the doctor to finish up, I felt a strange sensation. Like someone was watching me, but that was crazy. But I felt it, along with sadness for the other families on this floor. When I thought about it, I realized the feeling started just as I left Shae’s room, but my blood had still been warm then from the pleasure he’d given me that I hadn’t paid attention.
“Or I’m just being dramatic.” I mumbled to myself. It was highly likely that my
changing relationship with Ian, the uncharacteristic encounter with Shae and the stress of the past couple days had me a little bit on edge.
“No such thing as dramatic when it comes to loved ones,” Dr. Mannheim said kindly, pulling me out of my spiral of thoughts.
I looked up at him with a grateful smile. “Yeah, thanks for that, Doc.” I raised myself out of my chair and looked him deep in his gray eyes and waited for him to say something. Anything. But he didn’t. I covered the awkward moment with, “Well, enjoy the rest of your day, Dr. Mannheim.”
He gave a kind smile and a wave before shuffling off to his next patient. I opened the door and went inside. To face my brother.
“Everything okay?” Ian asked.
I nodded. “I’m fine, Ian. Like I said, I just wanted to stop by to see if you were okay for tomorrow?”
I stood at the foot of his bed, nervous like I’d been called to the principal’s office, but that was how off-kilter I felt. Like I didn’t know him anymore, this man who didn’t really want me around.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Ian blew out a breath and scrubbed a hand over his face. “Doc says I can go home tomorrow.”
I felt a surge of elation. “Tomorrow? I thought you were going to be in here for weeks.”
“Me too, but the healing is ahead of schedule and no problems.”
Then I had rush of uncertainty. “That’s great. Do you need me to pick up crutches or anything?”
“All taken care of Ivy.”
I got the message. He didn’t need me. “Okay, good. Then I’ll get out of here before your friends arrive. Enjoy yourself, Ian.”
“I will. And thanks. For listening.”
I flashed a smile as fake as it was bright and nodded. “Don’t thank me for that. I’ll uhm, see you later then.”
The sooner I got away from this damn hospital and the men inside, the sooner I’d feel normal again. I would go home and reset, practice giving Ian his space and not worrying about him.
“Ivy, wait!” I turned at the door, a death grip on the handle as I waited for him to tell me something else I was doing wrong all these years.
“What is it, Ian?”
He blew out a breath. “I’m sorry if I hurt your feelings.”
I wasn’t sure I heard him right. “Don’t worry about it. You have a right to your life the way you want it. That’s all I ever wanted for you.”
“I know,” he sighed. “I just feel you pulling back already.”
“That’s what you wanted, dude. I’m giving you exactly what you wanted.” Again, remained unspoken between us.
His shoulders deflated, but he nodded, blond hair still magazine cover perfect despite a two-day stay in the hospital. “I know, but it feels … different.”
“This is what it feels like to not have an overprotective sister hovering over you. Get used to it.”
He smiled and opened his mouth, to let out a smart-ass comment I was sure, but we were interrupted by a giant smashing the door right into my shoulder. “Hey man, ready to have some fun without your—oh hey, Ivy.”
Without your sister ruining our fun?
“Right. See you around, baby bro.”
He called my name as I practically ran down the hall, ignoring the stinging sensation in my shoulder in my hurry to get the hell out of there. My eyes stung with unshed tears that I absolutely refused to let fall, at least until I was alone, but still I felt the burn of someone’s gaze on me.
I froze at the elevator doors and looked around, but I didn’t see anyone I recognized and chalked it up to the collective grief of the post-surgical unit. That had to be it because my life was nowhere interesting enough to warrant a secret admirer. Unless it was Shae. And I didn’t think he’d be watching me.
Chapter Ten
Shae
The feel of Ivy’s soft lips still lingered even though she’d been gone for a while now. Damn that woman was something else. She kissed like an angel dropped straight down from heaven. But more than that, there was an honesty about her, a naiveté that called to me, which was pretty goddamn rare. First, because I didn’t think there was such a thing as an honest woman anymore, and second, because I didn’t let myself care about women outside the Connelly family.
Honest or not.
It was that flash of sassy fire in her, pushing and daring me that kept thoughts of her distracting me much longer than I should have allowed. But the fact that she gave herself to me right here in the hospital intrigued me. Ivy was sweet, that was for sure. Kind? Yes. Beautiful? Yes. But fucking in the hospital room where we could get caught? That was a whole next level of woman.
What the hell is wrong with me? I didn’t do girls for a second time around. They were easy come easy go. A dime a dozen. And Ivy didn’t even know about my bank account. She wasn’t a gold-digger. I wasn’t sure she even knew who the Connelly family was.
And while I was lost in thoughts about a girl, the fucking Milanos had snuck up on me in my hospital room. Threatening me, Shae Motherfucking Connelly. This was why I didn’t do relationships.
I picked up my phone and got my brother on speed dial. “I’m going to kill those Italian motherfuckers, E-dawg.”
The line was silent before a deep chuckle sounded, Eamon’s laugh. “Want to clarify which Italian motherfuckers or all of them?”
His teasing words knocked my anger down a notch or two but only because I knew my family had my back, so I closed my eyes and took a deep breath before I told him. “Fucking Frank and Gio showed up here. In my fucking room, Eamon. I thought you had eyes on them.”
“We do. Or at least we’re supposed to. I’ll talk to Rourke and see what the fuck happened. Are you okay?”
“Yeah, I’m fine. Ivy came in and said something about the cops and those fuckers ran off like the bitches they are. I need to get out of here. I’m a sitting fucking duck here.”
That, more than anything else, was what their visit had driven home to me. I couldn’t stay here and stay safe long enough to give the Milano family every ounce of the payback they deserved.
“I’ll talk to Rourke and we’ll get some guys to protect you until the Doc says it’s okay to spring you.” I could hear the gears already turning in Eamon’s mind. I knew he was thinking of which guys to send to me and who to send after Frank and Gio.
“You should have fucking done that in the first place. Send Shamrock’s ass over here. That fucker is brutal as shit, and he always has the best stories. If I have to be stuck here, might as well be entertained.”
Eamon laughed. “And what about that cute little blonde?”
Shit. Ivy. “She’s cool but nothing more than a distraction.” Was that true? It didn’t feel true, but Eamon knew my stance on women and saying anything to contradict him would only lead to a conversation I didn’t want to have.
“Keep telling yourself that, brother. Be safe. I’ll get you some protection.”
“Yeah, yeah. Get on it.”
The idea that I, Shae Connelly, needed protection was laughable. I was a certified fucking badass who, thanks to Patrick, was also a little bit crazy. On the surface I seemed like a fun loving, laidback kind of guy, a personality that came naturally to me, but one I’d also cultivated over the years for just this reason. In all fairness, it was probably why the Milanos targeted me. But just below the surface was someone darker, more dangerous than any of them realized. I couldn’t wait to show them how wrong they were.
Thirty minutes later Rourke showed up with Shamrock’s big ginger ass right behind him, smirking. “Your pretty face looks like shit, Shae.”
I grinned and stroked my chin. “Still prettier than your ugly mug, Rock-man.”
“I’m here to keep it that way,” he offered seriously, scanning the room to check out all exits and potential weapons. “I’ll be out here so you two can talk.” Shamrock was a foot soldier in the family hierarchy, but we’d grown up together, and he was as much a brother as Eamon and Rourke. Although my father didn’t see him that way
.
“Better brush up on your poker for later,” His deep laugh sounded as the heavy door closed behind him, leaving me and Rourke alone.
“How do you feel?” Rourke’s eyes were serious and tinged with worry. And anger.
“I feel like I got the shit kicked out of me, but I’m good. Just sore all over, but I’m hoping the doctor lets me go soon. I need to get the fuck out of here before things with the Milanos escalates.
“Don’t rush it, Shae. I know you want to get these assholes more than the rest of us at this point, but we’re already on the brink of war. We’ll need everyone to bring their a-game if it comes to that.”
That was Rourke, always thinking ten steps ahead of the rest of us. Some days I thought he was a sure bet to take over my dad’s role in the family, but Eamon thought like our father, acted like him too, which meant Rourke was destined to be his number two. His advisor.
Which left me, as always, the younger brother with no truly defined role. It didn’t bother me though. I liked doing a little bit of everything. It kept life from getting too boring, which it had a tendency to do.
“I’m still here aren’t I? If I was gonna leave, I’d have done it already, Rourke.”
“I know, man. Okay? I know. But I also know that everyone is ready to obliterate these motherfuckers. We have to be smart.”
I frowned at his words, specifically the odd tone I recognized, and I knew something was on his mind.
“What is it? Tell me what’s been going on.” It was the curse of being the youngest, I was always the last to know everything. From when Eamon fucked one of his teachers to when Rourke had nearly beat a man to death, I was always the last to know.
“It’s nothing man and it’s every fucking thing. The Milanos are making life difficult for us. They robbed one of our underground rooms and took us for just over a million bucks.”
“Which one?”
“Sapphire Skies.”
Shit, that was one of the first rooms I’d got up and running on my own. “Anyone hurt?” Rourke shook his head and a small measure of relief went through me. “That’s good. We got surveillance?”
