Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3

by Dorothy F. Shaw

  She took another swig of her beer and read through Carlos’s texts again. He’d started with the usual, “Baby, I miss you and love you,” crap, but when she hadn’t replied he’d started being a dick, calling her out on reading and not replying. Cyn navigated to the “settings” screen on her iPhone and turned off the “read receipt” notice. Now he wouldn’t know if she’d read his messages or not.

  Just then another message rolled in from him. Cyn swiped the screen to read it.

  Carlos: Why are you doing this?

  She stared at the text for a long time, debating whether or not to answer him. If she didn’t, he might just keep texting all night. If she did, he might see it as some sort of invitation or open door. Cyn blew out an exasperated breath. “Fuck it.” She typed out a message to him.

  Cyn: Understand this please…beyond this reply, I have nothing to say to you, and I want you to leave me alone. Please. Just let me move on, and you move on too. Take care, Carlos.

  Carlos: There’s a ton of things to discuss, baby. Please just meet me for coffee, hear me out. If you’re still not interested once I’m done talking, then you can walk away and never look back.

  Cyn dragged her teeth over her bottom lip. Maybe if she went and met him, heard him out, he’d leave her alone. But it wasn’t like Carlos ever respected her needs before, so why the hell would he now?

  Carlos: Cyn, please, baby?

  She sighed and rolled her eyes.

  Cyn: I’ll think about it.

  The hair on the back of her neck stood on end with annoyance—annoyance with herself and with Carlos. She set the phone to vibrate and tossed it in her purse. If he texted again, she wouldn’t hear it, which was for the best. Shane had already picked up on her change in mood when the first texts rolled in. She wasn’t about to taint the evening further with having a discussion about it.

  Brushing off her agitation, she drew in a cleansing breath and peeked her head out of the back door. “Can I get anything started in here?”

  Shane closed the lid on the grill and came toward her. “Nope.”

  “I’m feeling a little helpless.” She smiled.

  “Or, you could choose to feel at ease while someone else takes a little care of you.” He smoothed his palms up her arms, bent his head and kissed her.

  Cyn cupped his face in her palms and stroked her tongue over his. Shane’s scent and taste permeated every inch of her mind and body, washing away any remaining frustration and lighting a fire within her core in its wake. She moaned into his mouth as Shane wrapped his arms around her waist, pulling her tight against his hard body.

  What exactly it was about him that got her motor running, she wasn’t sure. Cyn just knew that when he kissed her, her body erupted into a flaming ball of desire. And she couldn’t get enough.

  Shane hooked his hands under her arms and lifted her in the air. Christ, he was strong. Cyn whimpered as a thrill zipped down her spine. Wrapping her legs around him, she deepened the kiss. A frantic clash of tongue, teeth and lips sent lust racing through her veins, and all she could think about was getting naked with him—like immediately.

  With a tight grip on her ass, he hiked her higher. And then they were moving. Shane broke from her lips. “Goddamn, Cyn.”

  Cyn rolled her pelvis, rubbing against his erection. “Fuck me on the kitchen table.” She licked his neck.

  “I should make you wait a little longer, but since you’re little miss impatient tonight, and my dick is rock hard, I think I’ll do just that.”

  Her ass met the hardwood of her kitchen table and Shane yanked her tank top over her head. Her bra went with it, and before she could untangle the fabric from her arms, he bent his head, and sucked one tight nipple into his hot mouth as he gripped the other in his free hand. Shane bit the tight bud, then sucked it between his lips again. Cyn gasped, her head fell back and with her arms still caught in her shirt, she clasped her hands together behind her back. His mouth on her tits was the best thing ever—the best!

  “Love your tits.” He moved to the other, sucking and biting the erect flesh.

  “Shane! God, yes, just like that.”

  He pulled away and moved his hands to her jeans. “Need to get these off you.”

  “Need to get my top and bra untangled too.” She giggled.

  Shane tilted his head to the side and a slow smile arched his mouth. “Nah, I think I’ll keep you tangled.”

  “Oh! Ha. All right then.” She licked her lips and Shane let out a growl. For fuck’s sake, she loved when he did that too.

  He slid her off the table, popped the button on her jeans and drew the zipper down. With one swift motion, he pulled her jeans to her ankles and off her feet. In the next breath, he turned her and pressed her chest down to the tabletop. The cool wood was an intoxicating contrast on her heated breasts and stomach, and Cyn let out a gasp. She felt a tug on her tangled top and bra and then, the fabric was pulled tighter. She grinned. “Oh, shit.”

  She couldn’t see him, but definitely heard his movements as he slid on a condom behind her. And then, like he’d done before, his hand landed on her ass cheek with a loud CRACK! Cyn gasped and went up on tiptoe. “Shane!”

  “Fucking love your ass too.” He smoothed his palm over the stinging spot before gripping both buttocks, spreading her ass cheeks apart. “Girl, I’m gonna have this ass. Not tonight, but soon.”

  She groaned, arching her back further. Everytime he called her girl, Cyn’s insides turned to molten lava. It was like the word had been dipped in undiluted lust. She’d been called babe, baby, honey—any number of endearments over the years, but never girl. When Shane called her girl, he said it with the slight Southern twang he’d acquired and it just plain and simply did it for her. In a big fucking way. “Want that.” Her voice was breathless as tingles spread from her ass to her clit.

  “I know you do.” He slid the shaft between her legs, parting the lips of her pussy with the blunt head. Back and forth he teased the mouth of her cunt, dipping the tip barely inside but sliding past it to drag over her clit again. Cyn arched with each pass, desperate for him to bury himself inside her, riding the wave of need he built within her. Shane bent over her, cupped her chin in his big palm and slid his thumb into her mouth. “Make it nice and slick for me.”

  She moaned around his thumb, rolling her tongue and sucking. He pulled it from her mouth as he moved off her and she felt the blunt head of his cock part her folds again. In one thrust, he drove inside her channel and slipped his thumb into her asshole at the same time.

  The thickness of his prick and thumb stretched both of her openings and a harsh gasp burst from her lungs. Cyn clasped her hands together tightly, straining against the fabric binding her arms. “Oh, fuck! Yes!”

  “Ah, fuck yeah! I feel you clenching around me.”

  She was overcome, stuffed full of him and wanting nothing more than for him to fuck her hard, fast and without mercy. “Shane…” Her voice came out on a whimper, but Cyn didn’t care. She was desperate for him—desperate for the place she knew he’d take her. “Please?”

  With one ass cheek still gripped tight in his hand, Shane drew out, then slammed back into her. Cyn gritted her teeth, pressed her forehead to the cool wood of the tabletop and gave herself over to him.

  Shane let go of Cyn’s delectable ass cheek and grabbed hold of the tank top he’d secured around her arms, using it for leverage to yank her back onto his cock. Every inch of his skin tingled in hyper-awareness of her. Her hairless tight cunt, her even tighter asshole, her full ass as it jiggled each time he banged his hips against her…fucking hell—those things on their own were enough to drive a sane man crazy. But all of her combined was almost more than he could bear.

  Cyn was a fantasy and wet dream come to life.

  Shane gritted his teeth, stroked his thumb in and out of her tight ass, and shuttled in and out of her t
ight pussy. Hard and deep, exactly how he knew she needed it. Taking his thumb from her ass, he bent over her and nipped her ear. “That sweet clit need some attention?”

  “Yes, please.”

  “Mmm. So sweet.” Shane raised one of her knees onto the table. The shift in angle forced his cock deeper and she let out a guttural moan. He reached around her hip and pressed his fingers to her clit. “Can’t get enough of you.”

  She tilted her hips back. “Oh God, yes. Fuck, just like that.”

  “Gonna come for me?” He rubbed little circles on her clit.

  “Yes! Fuck, yes!” She scratched at the skin of his stomach.

  With a growl, Shane thrust his hips, keeping himself buried deep inside her. His balls tightened and his orgasm tingled at the base of his spine. Her scent swirled in his nose, drowning him. Her little moans and pleas shot straight to the head of his prick, making it swell further. “Come for me, girl. Come on my dick.” Cyn rocked her hips and her tight channel clenched around his shaft. “Fuck yes, that’s what I want to feel.” Shane kept pressure on her clit with his fingers, and continued stroking deep in her channel.

  “Yes! Shane!” Raising her head off the table, Cyn screamed and her cunt clamped down on his dick in rapid little spasms.

  Shane’s orgasm hit like a freight train. With a growl, he gritted his teeth and buried his forehead in the center of her back. Deep in her core, he froze as his dick jerked, spurting his climax inside the condom.

  His orgasm felt endless, his cock twitching in release as her cunt spasmed around his thickness. Christ Almighty, Shane thought he’d come hard with her the last time they’d had sex, but this time he’d come even harder. It was amazing. She was amazing. Shane was so blown away, he was sure he’d never get his fill of her.

  Still trying to catch his breath, he gave her shoulder a soft kiss before rising off of her. He made quick work of untangling her arms and then helped her to her feet. She was still breathing heavy as he turned her, and held her to his chest. “You okay?”

  “Mm-hmm.” She circled her arms around his waist. “Perfect.”

  Shane kissed the top of her head. Yeah, perfect was the best word for it. “Me too.”

  “I think you probably burned the burgers.” She giggled.

  “Shit!” He laughed. “Better go check on those, huh? Some cook I turned out to be.”

  She glanced up at him, her smile brighter than the sun. Shane melted. Screw the burgers, he could always make more. He bent his head and covered her mouth with his. Desire swirled in his belly and he knew he’d want her again. A.S.A.P.

  After all, who cared about food when she was all the meal he needed.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Cyn eyed the clock then slid from beneath the cradle of Shane’s arms and out of bed. It was after four a.m. and she couldn’t sleep. Well, she was asleep, or passed out rather, after a marathon round of sex. Incredible sex. Mind-blowing, life-altering, unable-to-walk-properly-for-days sex. But now, sleep was playing hide-and-seek with her and considering Cyn was doing the seeking, she was losing.

  She yawned, stretching her arms over her head. In the dimness of the room, she glanced over her shoulder at the sleeping man in her bed. Shane Conlon—Shane-motherfucking-Conlon was asleep in her bed. Again. She had a feeling he’d be occupying the left side of her king-sized mattress the remainder of the week.

  There was a time in her life she would’ve paid every penny she had to have him in her bed. Of course as a teenager, that amounted to a couple hundred bucks in her savings account, but still. She’d have paid it for the chance to have him next to her in bed just once. Though, at that age she’d only fantasized about making out with him until her lips fell off. And maybe letting him get to second, possibly third base. But really, the heavy crush she’d had on him, she might’ve let him go all the way.

  After throwing on Shane’s T-shirt, she migrated to the kitchen and fished her phone from her purse. Her eyes went wide when she looked at the notifications. Fifteen text messages. Fifteen? All of them from Carlos. Holy shit. “For fuck’s sake, really?” Unlocking the phone, she pulled up the message inbox. Cyn rubbed her forehead and took a seat at the table and glanced over them.

  They’d started out normal, or nice enough anyway. But as each message went unanswered by her, they’d gotten progressively worse. Maybe he’d been drinking because why else would he be acting this nuts? Regardless, Carlos was starting to get a little crazy and maybe even a little scary. The last message had been sent barely an hour ago. Cyn read it over, her eyes getting even wider than they already were.

  Carlos: YOU FUCKING WHORE!!! I drove by your house. Whose SUV is that in your driveway? Fucking bitch… I can’t believe you’re doing this to me. You’re going to be sorry you ever met me, Cyn!

  There was no maybe about it. Carlos had officially gone crazy and scary. Cyn swallowed and debated what to do. She moved to the fridge and grabbed a bottle of water. And that’s when anger spiked through her like a wildfire. Who in the hell did he think he was talking to? Fuck that. And fuck him. Cyn leaned against the counter and tapped out a message.

  Cyn: I don’t know who in the hell you think you’re talking to like that, but you can take your filthy insults and save them for the bitch you were fucking around with behind my back. I’m done with you, Carlos. Fuck off!

  She hit the Send button and stared at the screen a moment before setting the phone on the counter. Fury boiled in her stomach and burned the back of her throat. Cyn was a Donnelly woman—that meant she was independent and took care of herself.

  It also meant she took no shit.

  From anyone.

  It was how she was raised, never mind the fact that she’d done her fair share of arguing and battling with her siblings. She was a damn seasoned veteran. Carlos better step the fuck back because there was no way in hell she was going to tolerate any more of his shit.

  Tipping the bottle of water back, Cyn took a long swallow.

  “Hey, you okay?”

  Startled, she jumped—pretty much out of her skin—and spilled water down the front of Shane’s shirt she was wearing. She swiped her hand down her chest. “Jesus, you scared the hell out of me!”

  “Sorry.” Shane moved to her. “Easy, it’s just water.” He took the bottle from her, and grabbed the dishtowel by the sink and handed it to her. “Why are you up?”

  She wiped the towel down her arms and thigh. “I couldn’t sleep.” She glanced at Shane just as he crossed his arms over his very bare, not to mention sexy-as-hell chest. In that position, his biceps bulged and his abs got tight, and Cyn’s mouth watered. Good Lord. She licked her lips.

  “Why couldn’t you sleep?” He circled her wrist with his hand and pulled her to him.

  Cyn laid her palms out on his warm chest and smiled up at him. “Just couldn’t. No biggie.”

  His brow furrowed and he sighed through his nose. “Ya know, let me explain something to you. In case you forgot, I’ve known you damn near your whole life. Because of that—”

  “Shane, I know you—”

  “Shhh.” He placed a finger to her mouth. Cyn pursed her lips and rolled her eyes. He cocked one brow and continued. “Because of that, I was lucky enough to see you in action during your rebellious teen phase.”

  He pulled his finger away and Cyn took this to mean it was her turn to talk. “So? I saw plenty of your rebellious phase too. Your point?”

  Shane pulled her a little closer and smoothed one hand down her back to her ass. “My point is, I witnessed you spin tales. Total lies to your parents about where you were and what you’d been up to. So realize this: you have tells. And I know all of them.”

  Cyn bit her bottom lip. Shit, did he really know her tells? Did she even really have tells? She frowned. “I don’t have tells.”

  He kissed the tip of her nose. “Girl, quit arguing and just admit
I’m right.”

  Shit. Fuck. Hell. Sonofabitch. She sighed. “Okay, whatever. So I have tells. Still don’t know what your point is.” She looked away, trying to ignore how awesomely good his body felt. And also trying to ignore the fact that his protective alpha male demeanor was a total turn-on. She was more than ready to show him how much she liked it…by getting on her knees and sucking his cock until he shot down her throat. What the hell is wrong with me?

  “What’s up, Cyn?” He glanced at her phone on the counter. “More texts?”

  Cyn bit her tongue. She didn’t want to talk about it with him, or anyone really. But she had a feeling he wasn’t going to let it go. “Yes. More texts. But it’s fine now. I handled it.”

  “You want to tell me who’s upsetting you?”

  “What makes you think I’m upset?” The man cocked his head to the side with an expression on his face that screamed, “Seriously?” Good Christ. Cyn drew in a deep breath and blew it out. “Okay, fine. It was Carlos. My ex-boyfriend.”

  He smoothed his hands up her back. “And?”

  “He wants to talk. I don’t want to talk, and so he’s being a dick about it.”

  Shane’s brows drew together. “Define being a dick.”

  Cyn shrugged as she trailed her fingertips over his collarbone. “You know, like people can sometimes be when they don’t get their way. But I handled it.” Desire swirled low in her tummy and she rose and kissed his neck. “Let’s go back to bed.”

  A soft groan came out of him and he slid his hands back down to her ass. “How did you handle it?”

  She took his reaction as an opportunity to navigate away from the topic of Carlos and smoothed one hand over his shoulder to the back of his neck. “I told him to fuck off.” She smiled and licked just below his ear.

  “Don’t think I don’t know you’re trying to distract me with your hot tongue.” He squeezed her ass cheeks tight in his palms.