Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3

by Dorothy F. Shaw

  Cyn’s head snapped back and she cracked the back of her skull on the door. Fuck if she cared though, because while he was sucking her nipple he was also rolling his hips, grinding against her clit.

  He pulled away from her breast and cupped the back of her head. “You okay?”

  She laughed. “Yeah, just put my tit back in your mouth and keep moving like you are because, holy shit, I’m gonna come.”

  A sly grin spread across his lips. “Not yet, you’re not.”

  Cyn circled his neck with her arms and rolled her hips. “Betcha I am.”

  “That so?” He nipped her bottom lip.

  “Guaranteed.” She giggled. “I’ll even let you watch.”

  “Girl…” He yanked her away from the door and laid her down on the hardwood floor in the foyer. Nestled between Cyn’s spread thighs, Shane rested his bulk on his strong arms planted on each side of her head and gazed down at her. “You’ll come when I say you can, and I’ll still watch.”

  Excitement barreled through her. Well, well, well… Shane Conlon was a bit of an alpha. Considering his former U.S. Marine status, she wasn’t too surprised. She preferred her men to be on the aggressive side, so win for her. As a woman who ran her own business, having someone else be in charge in the bedroom was just fine and dandy by her. And considering this was only going to be a one-time deal, Cyn was more than pleased to have hit the alpha-male lottery. Jackpot, baby! She’d get her fill of Shane Conlon, he’d go home and she’d go back to her self-imposed celibacy. She was banking on tonight being enough to tide her over because she’d be getting herself off to the memory for the next year. Cyn ran her hands beneath his shirt and up his sides. “You like to be in charge, don’t you?”

  “Maybe.” He bent his head and nipped her chin. “Let me guess, you prefer it the other way around?”

  “Nope. But I do want this freaking shirt off you.”

  He rose off her and knelt between her legs. “Ask nice, and I’ll consider it.”

  Oh, wow. Her whole body clenched. Cyn licked her lips. Oh, yes, she’d hit the fucking mother load. “Please take your shirt off, sir?”

  “Sir?” His eyes flared and he groaned, then unbuttoned his shirt. “You’re gonna be the death of me, aren’t you?”

  “Let’s hope not.” She giggled. When he parted the two halves of his shirt, Cyn raised her hand to touch him, but remembering her manners, she stopped. His chest and abs were sculpted to perfection. Bare of any hair, except a small trail leading from his belly button she couldn’t wait to run her tongue over both. Tanned to perfection too—and not from some tanning bed either. It was pure sunshine that’d kissed his flawless skin. “How about Sergeant? That work? May I touch you, Sergeant?”

  “God Almighty.” He shook his head and grinned. “Call me what you want, but take your shirt off first. Bra too.”

  “Absolutely.” Cyn tugged her top off her head, tossing it to the side. She arched and unhooked her bra. After pulling it away, she cupped both breasts in her hands and squeezed them together. Shane stared at her, lust stamped all over his face. Cyn smiled and pinched her nipples. “Like what you see?”

  “Love what I see. Tell me again what you want me to do with them?” He bent forward, resting on his arms again, but not letting his body touch any part of hers.

  Cyn ached to feel his weight between her legs again. She also ached to touch the rippling muscles of his upper body. He was pure power and she wanted to play with every bit of it. “I want you to fuck my tits.”

  Shane growled as he rose to his knees again. He grabbed her hands and placed them on his chest. “Gonna slide between them real soon. But first, you may touch all you want.”

  Hot damn! And hell yes, another growl! She liked the way the rumble of it vibrated straight to her core. A lot. Cyn sat up and first smoothed her palms up and over his round shoulders. He had a tattoo on each upper arm: an American eagle with the American flag billowing in the background, and a grim reaper holding a scythe on the other. She liked those too.

  Gliding her hands down his chest, she spread her fingers and smoothed her palms over each muscled pec. Cyn was petite, yes, but the sheer size of him made her hands look incredibly small. She circled one flat areola with a fingertip, then scraped her nail over the nipple as it hardened. She licked her lips and gazed up into his eyes. “You’re fucking beautiful. A goddamn Adonis.”

  “That mouth of yours? Gonna fuck that too.”

  “Yes, please.” Cyn’s panties were soaked and every time something dirty came out of his mouth, her clit throbbed. She was so going to fuck his brains out tonight. A few times. And then maybe once more for good measure. Cyn moved her hands down the ridges of his abs until she reached the lip of his jeans. She caught his gaze, asking silent permission. He nodded and she tugged open the button and pulled down the zipper.

  “Something you want in there?” Shane got to his feet, kicked off his pants. With a devious glint in his eyes, he slid his hand down his boxers and arranged his dick.

  The head was now peeking out from the waistband, beckoning her. She got to her knees in front of his thick thighs. “Uh-huh. Badly. So, so badly.”

  “Ask nicely.”

  Oh, good God, she was the one that was going to die. She had no idea he’d be like this. And fuck yeah, it was working for her. Really working for her. “I need to suck your cock. May I, please?”

  Shane stared down at the woman perched on her knees before him, listening to things come out of her mouth he never in his wildest dreams could’ve anticipated. Every muscle in his body was strung tighter than a suspension wire and his prick was weeping for attention. Literally. “Take it, girl. Take what you need.”

  She licked her sensuous lips, tugged the waist of his boxers down and snaked her tongue over the wet head of his cock. A moan came out of her that went straight to his balls, and with gritted teeth, he cupped the back of her head in his palm.

  She glanced up and the spark in her brown eyes socked him square in the gut. “Fuck, you taste good.”

  Shane let out a breath. “All for you.”

  With her lips curved into a small smile, she pushed his boxers farther down and lowered her mouth onto his cock, taking him deep. Then deeper—to the back of her throat, and Shane had to gulp for air because the wet heat of her mouth felt so fucking good he thought he might pass the hell out. Fuuuuckkk! Ten years in the Marines, two tours in Iraq, plus the years in Afghanistan as a contractor and never, ever had he come close to passing the fuck out. Yet, here he was.

  She moaned and pulled him from her mouth and ran her tongue down his shaft. Cyn licked over his balls, sucking the skin, teasing with her teeth. The look on her face was another punch in the solar plexus. Her eyes were closed as she took what she wanted. There was no mistaking that look. Shane had never witnessed it in his life, but there was no denying it.

  Cyn loved what she was doing.

  The caveman inside him roared, pounding his proverbial chest, and Shane’s hand flexed in her hair.

  Cyn’s lids fluttered open, her thick lashes framing her pretty brown eyes to perfection. “So fucking good.”

  Before he had a chance to respond—to tell her how hot she was or to say anything at all—she swallowed him to the back of her throat, drew him out, and swirled her tongue around the rim and then took him deep again. Shane’s head fell back and tingles danced over his skin. “Jesus. Fuck. Goddamn!”

  She moaned and continued as Shane lost his mind, and the room went hazy around him. When the fuck had head ever taken him to his knees? But that’s exactly where he was headed if he didn’t get a grip on himself. He glanced down at her, ready to pull free just as Cyn fisted his shaft at the base and popped him free of her lips. “Fuck my mouth, please?” She licked the head. “Please?”

  Holy hell. Time to get that grip he needed. Shane blew out a breath, cupped her chin in his palm
and tilted her head back. “I want between those luscious tits of yours.”

  “Mmm.” She took her full breasts in her hands. “These?”

  “Those.” He pulled her to stand. Considering the difference in their height, he needed to change their location. He glanced to his right and spotted the couch. Not gonna work. Kitchen table might work better. “C’mere.” He muscled her up and she let out a giggle. “Arms and legs around me.” Shane moved toward the back of the house. “Kitchen this way?”

  Cyn pulled her lips from his neck. “Yeah. Kitchen? Why the—”

  Bingo. He found exactly what they needed and plopped her ass down on a raised window seat along the back wall. He gazed down at her. “Compensating for our difference in height.”

  “Wow.” She took his cock in both hands and stroked him. “Lick between my tits. Get me nice and wet so you slide like silk. Fuck, you feel so goddamn good in my hands. Tasted so good on my tongue too.”

  “Thought you didn’t want to be in char— Oh, fuck! Yeah…that feels.” He blew out a breath. Cyn was working him good and the fact that he hadn’t come yet was a goddamn miracle. She let out another giggle and he felt it ripple deep in his gut, as much as he felt her hands stroking his dick.

  “I don’t. Just making sure you know what I like.”

  “And need?”

  “Yeah.” She smiled, and again he lost his breath.

  “Whatever you need, you get.” Taking her breasts in his hands, he bent and licked between her cleavage, his tongue tingling from the salty sweat coating her soft skin. Unable to deny himself, Shane moved to one nipple, sucked it, bit it, then moved to the other and gave it the same attention. She moaned and kept at his dick. His balls tightened and his orgasms crept up his spine. “You keep working me like that and I’m not going to make it between your tits. I’ll just end up coming all over them instead.”

  “Ha! Nah…you’re good, honey.” With her eyes locked with his, she urged him forward, took her breasts in her palms and he slid between the full mounds of flesh.

  Shane shifted his hips, drawing back and gliding forward again. The warmth of her skin surrounded his shaft and the wetness allowed him to glide with ease through her cleavage. He wasn’t a small man. By any stretch, and that wasn’t him being arrogant it was just truth.

  He couldn’t drag his eyes away, and his mouth had dropped open as he panted for breath. If Shane thought he’d lost his mind before, he was dead wrong. The sight of his thick cock being swallowed by her tits, her tiny pink nipples poking between her fingers as she held him in place, and the feel of all that heat surrounding him, drove Shane off the edge. “Are you shitting me?”

  “Fuck yeah, baby. Feel that? Give me more. Come all over my tits.” She gazed at him, slaying him with the desire in her eyes.

  Yup, goner. Done for. Lost.

  Shane’s orgasm hit like a ton of bricks and the first spurt shot from his prick like a bullet, landing at the base of her throat. “Fuuuuckkk!” He pumped his hips, his cock jerking, his semen shooting between her cleavage and up onto her neck and chin.

  Cyn snaked her tongue out, licking what she’d drawn from him. With a hiss, she let him go, and promptly sucked the head between her lips. Shane finished in the back of her throat, with her hand wrapped tight around his shaft, moaning and pumping her fist until she’d sucked every drop from him.

  Unable to speak, and barely able to breathe, Shane braced himself on the window behind them. About ready to collapse, he rested his forehead against the cool glass. She’d let his cock go, pressed her lips to his stomach, and trailed her fingers over his lower back.

  When the feeling returned to his face, he made an attempt at speaking. “Never…” Christ. He shook his head, drew in another breath and tried again. “Never been like that before. Ever.”

  Cyn’s fingers tightened on his sides. “Is that a good thing?”

  “Girl, I can barely stand. What do you think?” He chuckled.

  She laughed against his stomach. “I think…how’s your recovery time? I want more.”

  To Shane’s surprise, his cock stirred and he laughed harder. Yeah, total goner. Done for. Lost.

  Chapter Eleven

  Cyn found herself back in Shane’s arms, her legs wrapped tight around his hips, being carried down the hallway to her bedroom. He apparently liked carrying her, and she had to admit, although it was a bit primitive, she kinda liked it too. He’d also not stopped kissing her either. And she also had to admit, she more than kinda liked that.

  Her back hit the bed and Shane came down over her, his lips never leaving hers. He framed her breasts in his big hands and tweaked her nipples. Yeah, she kinda liked a lot of things. Gah!

  “Gotta get inside you.” He stood and lost his boxers.

  Her gaze was locked on his hard prick. Long, thick and angled up toward his belly button, almost touching it. He was perfect. Shane Conlon had been blessed in a way that most men only dreamed, and he was all hers for the night. She’d had him in her mouth, between her tits and now—God help her—she’d have him in her cunt. If her luck held out, a few times. She removed her jeans. “Yes. Like, right fucking now.”

  He climbed onto the bed. “Demanding little thing.”

  Cyn laughed, leaned to her side and retrieved a condom from the nightstand drawer. “Yeah well, it slips out on occasion. Especially with your delicious cock staring right at me.”

  He held out his palm and she handed him the condom. He tore open the package and rolled the latex down his gift from God. “I should put you over my knee.”

  Cyn’s eyes went wide as her body went up in flames. He could spank her all he wanted. She hoped like hell he would. “That’s not a threat, Shane.”

  “Damn…” Shane shook his head, grabbed her by the ankle and slid her toward him. He angled down between her spread thighs and licked through her bare slit, then slipped two fingers inside her. “Ain’t nothing better than a bare, hot and tight pussy. Sweet honey too.” He glanced up at her, and Cyn gasped and grabbed the bedsheets. “Nice and smooth. Might just make you wait a little longer because yeah…your taste.” He slid his fingers from her channel, pressed his thumb to her clit and snaked his tongue to her opening, dipping it inside.

  Cyn was so on edge from everything they’d already done, her orgasm bubbled up like a tidal wave. “Shane!”

  “Come for me.” He dove two fingers inside again and sucked her clit.

  “Oh, fuck. God! Yes!” Cyn slammed her head back on the pillows and exploded. Her climax tore through her, sending tingles over her skin while her pussy clenched and spasmed around his fingers.

  “Yeah, that’s what I was looking for.” He licked through her slit again.

  Cyn raised her head, her breaths sawing in and out of her, and stared down at him. Shane had the most obvious expression in his blue eyes. One that could only be perceived as sheer pride in what he’d drawn from her so quickly. He’d earned it; she’d gone off like a freaking stick of dynamite. “Feeling pretty pleased with yourself, cowboy?”

  He chuckled as he licked his lips. “Any reason I shouldn’t be?”

  Cyn stifled her laugh, but couldn’t keep a grin from surfacing. “Not saying.”

  “Uh-huh. Might have to paddle that ass anyway.” He rose and climbed over her, settling his hips between her spread thighs.

  Cyn was more than grateful he’d put the condom on earlier because she was beyond greedy for him. “Told you—” the head of his cock pressed to the mouth of her pussy, “—unngghh!”

  “Told me what?” He slid the tip in.

  Cyn moved her hands down his back to his ass and grabbed hold of the firm flesh. “That’s not…ahh fffuuucc—” Shane drove his dick the rest of the way inside her and Cyn forgot what she was saying.

  He pulled back and slid deep again. “What was that?”

  A hard breath rushed
out of her. Full—she was stuffed full of his cock, her cunt rippling around his thickness as her body tingled from head to toe. He was propped on his forearms, his eyes boring into her with such intensity she thought she might spontaneously combust. Cyn swallowed and gazed up at him. No words were said, and neither of them moved. Something passed between them in the silence of her bedroom and Cyn ignored it. She had to. Instead she shifted her hips beneath him. “Fuck me, Shane. Please?”

  “Anything you want, Cyn. Anything.” He lowered his head and kissed her and then thrust his hips forward.

  As his pelvis rubbed back and forth against her clit, his shaft slid within her channel. Holy shit. Her body tightened and Cyn moaned into his mouth, tangling her tongue with his. She raised her knees higher, dug her heels into the bed and shifted her hips in opposite time with his. And fuck it was good. Mind-blowing good. He dove his fingers into her short hair, tilted her head back and licked down her chin to her neck.

  She moved with his thrusts, her orgasm rushing up fast as her channel clenched around his shaft. Cyn couldn’t stop it, or her need for more of him as his thickness drilled inside her and he worked her clit at the same time. She smoothed her palms down his back, his ass and up again—the feel of the muscles rippling beneath his skin with each shift of his body sent additional pleasure ripping through her. “Fuck. God, don’t stop!”

  “Tight. So fucking tight. Your pussy is squeezing me like a glove.” Shane growled against her neck, gripped one of her thighs, raising her knee to his side, and rolled his pelvis harder. “Feeling that slick cunt of yours. Come for me again, Cyn.” Shane pushed himself up onto his fists, and drove into her with such force the top of her head hit the headboard.

  Cyn reached back and grabbed the iron scrollwork in the wooden frame. With the added leverage, she arched her back, rolling her hips. “I can’t… Oh my God…” Her second orgasm broke free and Cyn lost her breath on a silent scream. She bit down on her bottom lip and wave after wave rolled through her as her clit pulsed and her pussy clenched in rapid spasms around his hard shaft.