Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3

by Dorothy F. Shaw

Cyn glanced up at him. He’d called her his girl earlier. She’d let it slide, choosing not to comment or set him straight. She didn’t have the heart to. But in truth, even if she’d never admit it to him, when he’d made the statement, her heart swelled in her chest and she knew, deep inside, she wanted exactly that—to be his and only his.

  The song changed and Shane nudged her with his hip. “Love this song. Come on. Dancing to this one.”

  “You’re leading, right?” She laughed as he escorted her onto the floor.

  Shane pulled her to the edge of the floor and cradled her waist in one arm. “We’ll do a two-step again.”

  “Okay.” She smiled. And then they were moving.

  He rounded the first corner of the floor, steady and smooth in his footwork. “This song’s a good one for you.”

  Cyn glanced over her shoulder and back to him. “Why’s that?”

  “It’s called ‘Smoke’, by A Thousand Horses.” He grinned, looking over her head. “You’re like smoke, Cyn.”

  Damn that dimple of his! And when he smiled like that, he looked so beautiful, Cyn went weak in the knees. She didn’t know what to say about the song. Instead she stayed quiet, listening to the lyrics—in awe of his moves, admiring his beautiful face—while he led her around the floor.

  It was going to hurt like hell when he left, but she’d deal. She’d find a way to get over it because there was no choice in the matter. But for now, Cyn was in his arms. And for now, she’d let herself pretend she was his and he was the man who’d never make her feel lonely while he shared her bed.

  For now…

  Shane set the darts down on the side rail. “How about a game of pool?”

  “You’re on.” Cyn grinned and took a swig of her beer.

  Shane took her hand and walked her to one of the empty bar tables. “Care to set a wager down?”

  “Hell yes!” She looked over from the rack of pool sticks.

  He bent over the table, racking the balls in the wooden triangle. “Name it.”

  “Winner gets to tie the other up tonight in bed.” She rolled one of the cue sticks on the green felt pool table top. “This one’s not too bad.”

  He chuckled. “Only one game then? Or you want to go two out of three?”

  “Definitely two out of three. You could be some kind of pool shark. I might need to get my feet under me first.” She moved to the end of the table where he’d rolled the cue ball. “I need at least one game to assess my opponent.”

  Shane propped his hands on his hips. “I suggest we play four games then. First one’s practice.”

  She bent over, lining up her shot on the twelve balls on the other end. “Going soft on me, Sergeant?”

  “I wouldn’t drea—” Shane watched as the cue ball sped down the table, crashing into the clustered solids and stripes, and then as the two ball sank into the corner pocket. “Well, God damn. Guess maybe I’m the one that should be sizing up my opponent.” He laughed.

  “You might be right.” She grinned, aimed and sank the five ball.

  Shane rested his ass on one of the bar stools along the wall as Cyn sank all of her balls one by one. She was amazing—just incredible. But not because she was kicking his ass at pool but because there was just no end to the things she could do. Everything about her was appealing. Her body, yes, but more than that…her heart and soul. Her vivacity was downright contagious.

  Finally missing a ball, she grinned at him. “Your turn.”

  “Ha.” He took the stick from her. “You do realize you just made room for me to do my work.” Shane aimed and sank a ball. “Thanks for that.”

  As he lined up his next shot, Cyn moved to the end of the table and tugged the neckline of her dress down…just enough to get an unbelievably distracting view of her breasts. Shane missed and scratched. “Wow!”

  Cyn jumped up and down, giggling as she pointed at him with both arms extended out in front of her. “Oldest trick in the book! And you totally fell for it!”

  Shane laughed and brought her the stick. “Bad girl. Gonna have to punish you for that when we’re home.”

  “How so? You’ll be the one tied up.” With the stick in hand and a grin plastered across her kissable lips, she sank her last ball. “I’m about to take this first round.” She lined up on the eight ball.

  “Yes, ma’am, I believe you are. Good news for me is, it doesn’t count.” Shane took a gulp of his beer and watched as she won the game. “Nice. Let the wagered games begin!”

  “Think you can handle it?” Cyn chalked the tip of the stick, and glanced at him with a raised brow as she blew off the excess blue powder. “Lotta pressure, Sergeant.”

  Shane chuckled and racked the balls. “You’d be surprised how well I work under pressure.”

  “We’ll see.” She bent over the table and nailed the cue ball. “You ever ride bulls down in Texas?”

  “A bull?” He took the stick from her. “No. Harley, yes.” Taking aim, he sank a solid-colored ball. “You’re stripes this time.”

  “You have a Harley? What color is it?” She tilted her beer back.

  He bent, sizing up his next shot. “She’s silver with royal-blue flames.”

  She moved to the side of the table, watching as he sank another ball. “Ooh! Nice bank shot. I bet the blue compliments your eyes.”

  “Seriously?” He trailed his palm along her lower back as he passed behind her. “I’ll let you be the judge of that.” Shane missed the next shot and handed her the stick. “Tell you what. You come visit and I’ll take you for a ride, and you can tell me if she matches my eyes.”

  Cyn grinned and moved to the other side of the table. “It’s possible.”

  Not the answer he was hoping for, but it was better than nothing. Shane took a swallow of his beer. The thought of having Cyn in his home and also on the back of his bike made his insides go a tad soft. The chance to have her in his bed made his dick stir in his jeans. “I think you’d love Texas. Have you ever been?”

  “Nope.” She sank a ball. “You’re in the country, right?”

  “Not quite. It’s a suburb of Dallas.”

  “Oh. I hadn’t realized. Definitely no bulls then.” She pursed her lips and took another shot, but missed.

  He took the stick from her. “I think we can find you some if needed.”

  “I’ll hold you to that.” She kissed his cheek before moving to her beer.

  Shane took out the eight ball. “What else will you hold against me?”

  Cyn moved back to him, and wrapped her arms around his neck. “How about me? Can I hold me against you?”

  “Always.” He gazed into her eyes. “Give me those pretty lips.”

  “Mmm. Come get them.”

  Shane bent his head and kissed her. Smoothing his tongue over hers, he slid a hand down to her ass. She moaned and pressed closer. She tasted of beer mixed with the sweetness he knew as his girl. His girl. Christ…he loved the way that statement rolled through his mind and fitted around his heart. Breaking from her lips he caught her gaze again. “I do believe I’m winning.”

  She frowned and gave him an eye roll. “Two more games to go. Hold your horses, you haven’t won anything yet.”

  “Trust me. I’ll win.” With a grin firmly in place, he swatted her ass. “Rack ’em.”

  Chapter Twenty-Three

  Shane slid into the backseat of the Uber car beside Cyn. As the driver confirmed their destination and pulled away from the curb, Shane slid his palm over her bare thigh. He’d had a blast with her. They’d danced…a lot. Drank a lot too. Cyn smiled, laughed and joked with him, and Shane couldn’t keep his hands off her. She’d teased him pretty much all night, rubbing her full ass on his groin any chance she got. The whole date was awesome and he could not wait to get her home. And naked. Immediately.

  Cyn leaned against him and bru
shed her soft lips over his ear. “I want you.”

  A shiver ran down Shane’s spine and his dick thickened behind his zipper. He trailed his fingers over the bare flesh of Cyn’s inner thigh, then higher. She was wet for him, he was sure.

  Shane didn’t need to touch her pussy to prove it. But damn him if he didn’t want to anyway—because she was his, and because she felt like satin beneath his fingertips, and also because making her come anytime he wanted was fucking hot. However, considering the close proximity of the driver, he’d wait.

  Cyn parted her thighs ever so slightly and slid an arm behind his shoulders. Shane moved his fingers higher, itching to hit his target, barely able to hold himself back. Cyn gripped the back of his shirt and bit her bottom lip.

  Shane stifled a groan. His dick was so hard he could pound nails straight through two-by-fours, and as soon as he got her in the door he was fucking her. Right there in the living room, plus everywhere else in the house he could. As he traced tiny circles on the skin of her inner thigh with his fingertips, he bent to her ear. “Hot and wet for me?”

  She nodded. “Touch me. Please?”

  Shane nipped at her earlobe and inched his fingers higher, grazing the edge of her panties. “You want my cock, don’t you? Need me to stuff that tight cunt full so you can come all over me?” Cyn gripped the back of his neck and moaned as she bit his shoulder.

  Fucking hell, they needed to get home now.

  Cyn pulled away from Shane’s neck and stared at him in the dimness of the backseat of the car. He had a look in his eyes like he wanted to eat her alive. And then maybe go back for seconds. Cyn smiled and licked her lips, beyond willing to feed him. She’d almost come from his words alone, and knew, once he buried that absolutely gorgeous and thick shaft of his inside her, he’d make her come hard enough to register a ten on the Richter scale.

  Shane moved his hand from her inner thigh, and raised his fingers to her mouth. Without hesitation, she opened and he pressed them inside. Cyn moaned, sucking and curling her tongue around the edges. He bent close to her ear. “Gonna fuck this hot mouth tonight.”

  She nodded, his fingers still between her lips and rubbed her hand over the hardness trapped behind his zipper.

  Shane grabbed her wrist. “Then I’m gonna fuck your tight pussy until you beg me to stop.”

  Good God, the dominant tone of his whispered words had her clit throbbing and every inch of her body clenching in need. The driver needed to hurry up and get to the house before she lost her ever-loving mind. Shane ran his fingers from her mouth, down her chin and neck, to the swell of her cleavage.

  She bent close to his ear, sliding her palm up his length. “What if I don’t beg you to stop?”

  Shane speared his fingers into her hair, tugged her head back and stared into her eyes. “Girl…” His gaze wandered over her face to her lips before he jerked her forward and planted a kiss on her so consuming that chills skipped over Cyn’s skin and her head buzzed with the intensity of it.

  Shane didn’t need to finish whatever statement he was going to make. The kiss conveyed it all. Cyn felt it in her bones and with every fiber of her being. Shane Conlon wanted her so much more than in just a sexual way.

  As he stole her breath with his lips and tongue, Cyn wrapped her arms around his neck and held on tight. The connection between them was electric and wild…and definitive. And Cyn had no choice but to let herself be swept away in all of it.

  The car slowed, and he broke the kiss, leaving Cyn breathless, dizzy and completely absorbed in everything Shane.

  “Thanks a lot, man.” Shane opened the door and angled out of the backseat, pulling her behind him.

  He moved toward her front door, and Cyn trailed behind him, in silence, still in a daze from her little realization in the car while hormones bounced around her insides. She couldn’t think about it—all that she’d felt in that kiss.

  She couldn’t give him what he wanted…at least not for a year. After that, she’d be able to tell if he was the real deal genuine perfection he appeared to be. She hoped. Just not now, not yet.

  Shane let go of her hand and unlocked the front door. He had a key to her house because he’d been there for a couple of weeks now. It was no big deal. Not like they were living with each other…except it almost sort of was. They acted like a couple, cohabitated like they were one. Fucked like they were one too.

  Everything Cyn ever wanted, she had with Shane. Every idea of what a relationship should be, and could be, he’d given her, and more—because she’d never expected sex to be like it was with him.

  He pulled her into the house, closing the door behind them. She needed to tell him…to maybe try and explain why things were moving too fast. And why she couldn’t be his girl.

  But she didn’t get the chance because his lips were on hers again, and she was lost in his tongue and taste. His scent and strong body enveloped her, and Cyn let it all slip away. The fears. The doubts. And whatever she thought shouldn’t be happening between them.

  At that moment, whether it should be or not, was irrelevant. It was happening and Cyn felt powerless to stop it.

  She broke the kiss and dropped to her knees. No words were spoken as she unbuttoned his jeans and slid the zipper down. Shane cupped her cheek in his palm and Cyn rested against it, as she pulled his thick shaft free of his boxer briefs.

  With her eyes on his, Cyn parted her lips and slid the flushed swollen crown into her mouth. The bead of pre-ejaculate that’d gathered at the tip hit her tongue and she moaned as she swallowed.

  Could she really be powerless to stop something she kept volunteering for? She didn’t want to stop, but continuing wasn’t an option either.

  Shane stroked her cheek. “Girl…”

  Tonight…she had him tonight, and a handful of others. Cyn closed her eyes and took him to the back of her throat. She didn’t need to stop; it was going to happen regardless.

  He was leaving.

  Shane stared down in awe at the woman who’d stolen his heart. Something had changed in her expression once they’d gotten inside the house. Maybe it was the kiss he’d given her in the car. He’d been so overwhelmed by all the emotions racing through his mind, kissing her was the only way to best express everything he was feeling.

  Cyn slowed her movements, gazing up at him. Shane’s heart clenched in his chest for a million reasons, but the biggest being that he did not want to leave this woman. With a moan, she swirled her tongue around the head and then took him deep into the hot depths of her mouth, and Shane’s head spun.

  He smoothed his palm over her hair and threaded his fingers through the soft strands. He wanted her…all of her. Forever and always.

  But he wouldn’t tell her yet. Couldn’t risk spooking her and lose what little time he had left in L.A. Less than a week until he had to go, and he intended to make the most of it. But somehow, some way he’d figure out how things could work between them long distance. There was just no way around it.

  “Cyn…” She looked up at him and he urged her to her feet. “I want you.”

  “You have me.” She kissed him.

  God, how he hoped she meant those words in the literal sense. Shane picked her up and carried her down the hall to her bedroom. Cyn wrapped her legs around his waist and nipped at his neck.

  A desperate need to absorb and memorize every touch, kiss and moment this night would bring, as though it might be his last rose inside him, tempering his typical urgent need to fuck her senseless. Sex between them had always been explosive, and he loved it that way, but tonight he wanted to take his time.

  He set her on the bed and smoothed his palms down her chest. “Take your dress off for me.” She did as he asked, removing her bra too. Shane’s mouth went dry as he took in her body, from her full breasts to her lace panties. “So goddamn beautiful.” He went to his knees in front of her and cupped both mound
s in his palms before leaning forward and licking over one nipple.

  He bit the tight point and Cyn jerked against him, gripping the back of his neck. “Love when you play with my tits.”

  “Mmm.” Shane stood, urging her to lie back on the bed, and then bent over her, as he moved to the other nipple. Still gripping both globes, he lapped at the taut nub, then nibbled it too.

  The heavenly scent of her bare skin flowed into his lungs, racing through his blood stream, fueling his desire. He moved down her soft tummy, licking and nipping along the way, stopping to kiss around her belly button as he slid her panties down her legs.

  “Shane…” She tugged at his shirt.

  “Shh. I got you.” After removing his shirt and jeans, Shane moved onto the bed beside her. He propped himself on an elbow and trailed his fingertip around her belly button and continued lower to her clit.

  He loved that she had no pubic hair, loved how smooth the skin of her pussy felt. She gazed at him and moaned as he pressed against her clit, massaging the bundle of nerves with tight circles. “Love how you feel and how wet your cunt gets for me when I touch you.”

  “Mmm, babe.” She rolled her hips and cupped her full tits, squeezing them together. Raising one, she dipped her chin and licked over one nipple.

  Shane let out a groan and the head of his prick throbbed. “Going to be the fucking death of me. Spread your legs nice and wide for me. And keep playing with your tits.”

  She did as he asked and he drove two fingers inside her. Cyn rolled her hips and whimpered as she licked her lips. His balls tightened and Shane drew out his fingers and delivered a quick slap to her pussy.

  Her hips shot off the bed and she screamed his name.

  Oh yeah, that’s what he’d wanted to hear. She moaned and he gave her a quick kiss. “You like that?”

  “Yes!” she breathed. “Fuck, yes.”

  Shane circled the mouth of her cunt with his fingertips and drew her wetness up over her clit. “Dripping for me now.”

  “Need…”

  “What do you need, Cyn?” He teased her clit.