One More Night

by KB Winters

  “Girl?”

  “Woman. Whatever. Shae is a great guy, but he doesn’t do serious.”

  Ah, a warning. “I know. He told me. And I am a nice girl, but there’s a reason I was here when he was thrown out of that van. My brother. And I’m not looking for anything serious, either.” For the moment, anyway.

  “Okay, then. If you hear or see anything that doesn’t feel right, give me a call.” He handed me a heavyweight card with just a number and a Shamrock on it.

  “Uhm, okay?”

  Suddenly it occurred to me that I didn’t know a hell of a lot about Shae, and everything I did know seemed to scream trouble. And now this guy was giving me a suspicious looking card and pretty much telling me that Shae was in some kind of trouble. Too bad I was too big of a chicken shit to ask one of the nine million questions running through my mind.

  “Will do.”

  Fifteen minutes later Shae walked out of the pharmacy with his loose-legged gait and a bright smile on his face, then wrapped an arm around my waist and guided me out of the hospital.

  “I picked up some condoms too. Just in case.”

  “In case we get drunk and make water balloons?”

  “Is that what the kids are doing these days?” He leaned in close and brushed a kiss along my neck that sent a shiver through me.

  “I need to talk to Shamrock really quick,” he said. “I’ll be right back.”

  I watched him walk away. His cute little ass wrapped tight in dark denim made my mouth water.

  Yeah, tonight would be a good one. If only for one night.

  “Food?” Shae asked.

  Now that Shae was inside my house I was nervous. He was tall and lean but something about him seemed to take up all the oxygen in the room. I was aware of him, too aware. Every move, every intake of breath caused a reaction in my body and that left me feeling disconcerted. I turned my gaze up to Shae’s smiling face and let out a swoon-y sigh.

  “I made potato and broccoli soup. There’s even Irish cheddar in the fridge.”

  He threw his head back and laughed. “Is there any other kind of cheddar?”

  “Scottish, of course.” The look he sent my way was equal parts surprise and disbelief.

  “That look is priceless,” I told him and turned away, heading toward the kitchen for no other reason than I was a coward, running away from Shae and the intense feelings he made me feel.

  “So, food?” I called over my shoulder.

  He didn’t answer right away so I ducked into the cabinets under the counter for my favorite ceramic bowls. I needed a moment to compose myself. Make sure this was the right thing to do.

  I stood back up and felt the heat and the hardness that was Shae’s masculine form against my back. His long thick erection pressed against my ass and I gasped. His deep chuckle vibrated through my whole body.

  “Soup sounds delicious. Later. Right now all I want is you.”

  He nipped at my earlobe and his teeth skidded along the length of my neck just before his tongue nipped at the dip between my neck and shoulder. His mouth was even more wicked than I remembered.

  “All of you, Ivy.”

  Shae spun me around and his hands felt like they were everywhere. My ass, gliding up my back before spearing his fingers through my hair. It was rough and inelegant, clumsy and fully charged but it was also the hottest damn kiss of my life.

  A moan escaped me and it added fuel to Shae’s inferno. He held me tighter, closer and deepened the kiss until I didn’t know which way was up. It made the kisses in his hospital seem like child’s play and honestly, that was a little bit scary. My knees weakened and it was Shae’s turn to laugh and grip me even tighter, but I knew my limits and the way his tongue danced with mine pretty much guaranteed it.

  I held on tight, making sure not to hurt any places Shae may still be tender. I directed us toward the living room because that was where I wanted him. As soon as the thought appeared, an image followed. Shae on my sofa, naked and hard, with me pleasuring him with my mouth. My body.

  “Yes!” I swooned.

  He ripped his mouth from mine and it curved into a sexy grin. “I haven’t done anything yet.”

  “You’re doing enough. For the moment.” A wide grin spread from ear to ear and a surge of confidence heated my skin.

  “I think what you need,” I told him, “is to relax.”

  I stripped the Henley right off his sculpted muscles and tossed it behind me as my hands began to roam his body, a mind of their own as they traced the hard ridges of his chest, the stiff peaks of flat pale nipples. And sweet Jesus the man’s abs had abs.

  “I think you’re pretty damn gorgeous. And I think you need to relax.” With a few quick movements, his jeans and boxers fell to his ankles, and I pushed him down on the sofa.

  “Not feelin’ too relaxed right now, Ivy.”

  A sexy laugh escaped, and I felt my skin heat.

  “You will. Soon.”

  I wanted to make sure of it, especially when my eyes caught a few spots of discoloration on his torso. I removed my sweatshirt first, tearing it off at the speed of light because his cock tempted me beyond all reason, rising up between his legs, long and hard.

  “Go slow,” he bit out between clenched teeth, and I did as he said, taking my time.

  And dammit, I couldn’t take my eyes off Shae’s intense, hungry gaze. Or the way he stroked his hand slowly up and down his cock while he watched me. I refused to look away as I reached for the hem of my camisole, pulling it up slowly, exposing myself to him. Normally, I probably would have obsessed about the extra pounds I’d put on because I sat on my ass all day, worked too hard and exercised too little, but the heat in his gaze was like a double shot of confidence. I stood a little taller and pushed my boobs out a little more.

  “Show me those beautiful tits, Ivy. I need to see ’em.” His voice pitched so low I felt it vibrating all over my body, and it sent a deep pulse between my thighs.

  “Ivy,” he growled.

  I couldn’t stop the smile that widened as I cupped my tits and flicked open the hook between my boobs. The bra popped open, and I slid the straps down my arms. Shae groaned when the bra hit the floor and wetness leaked to the insides of my thighs. Unsnapping my jeans, I gave a sexy little shimmy until I was in nothing but a tiny scrap of pink lace.

  “Now I think it’s my turn, Shae.”

  His head fell back, exposing the muscles of his neck and I licked my lips. “Don’t make me wait.”

  I was on his lap before he even finished his sentence, straddling his hips and fisting his thick hair in my hands. “No more waiting, Shae.”

  “Fuck me, I love it when you say my name like that.”

  He smelled good, like man and expensive cologne, and I couldn’t help but lick up the length of his neck. “Like what?”

  “Like you can’t wait to have my cock.”

  A moan slipped out as I ground my hips against his length, getting wetter by the second. “I can’t wait.”

  His hands went to my waist and tightened, lifting me up just as I gripped him. We worked together until his cock was buried so deep I needed a moment to adjust to the size of him from this angle.

  “Ivy, Ivy, Ivy!”

  A girl could get addicted to hearing her name like that so I closed my eyes and began to move in long, slow strokes that grew faster and faster because he felt so good, because I couldn’t help it. Because my body had a mind of its own and her mission was simple. Pleasure. And there was plenty of pleasure coursing through my veins as I used his body in the best possible way.

  “Yeah, Ivy. Fuck this cock. Fuck it hard.”

  My lips curled into a smile even as goosebumps broke out all over my body at the sound of his dirty command. But I did it, riding his cock harder and faster until I worried my nipples would chafe from rubbing up against his chest.

  “Oh, shit!” I felt the orgasm start in my toes. Then tingles shot up my legs and spine, and every bolt of fire headed straight to t
he spot where we were joined together.

  “Oh, Shae, yes, please!”

  “Again,” he growled and sat forward, pulling a nipple into his mouth. He sucked hard and groaned as more pleasure shot through me.

  “Yes!” His teeth sank into the delicate flesh of my nipple and ripped the orgasm from me like a tidal wave, only it didn’t crash down on me, it just yanked me under until I didn’t know which way was up. Waves crashed around me, knocking me around while Shae pounded into me hard and grinding until his body stilled, vibrated.

  “Jesus, yes.” It was a low, sexy growl and that last pump yanked another burst of pleasure from my body. His hips still moved and I shook, convulsed and cried his name over and over.

  “At least you know who made you feel this way,” he chuckled.

  I was spineless and boneless. So satisfied I couldn’t fucking move. Or wipe the goofy as hell grin off my face, but thankfully, he couldn’t see my face. Or my smile.

  “Not likely to forget anytime soon. But feel free to remind me again.”

  He chuckled and squeezed my ass, turning until we were laid out on the sofa, face to face.

  “Very soon,” he said and we laid there in a comfortable silence as our breathing returned to normal.

  I felt relaxed. More than relaxed, I felt content. In the moment. Satisfied as hell and it was all because of Shae. I brushed aside any thoughts other than how long it would take until I could get him inside me again because this was one night. Like those fancy shows down in Vegas. One night only.

  “I heard something about potato soup,” Shae said after a while. “With Irish cheddar.”

  I did something I’d never done when there was a naked man wrapped around me.

  I laughed.

  And then laughed some more.

  Chapter Twelve

  Shae

  Waking up with a naked, curvy woman in my arms, long silky hair on my chest was my idea of a good damn start to a day. Ivy’s warm body was draped over mine, her thigh rested on top of mine and her hand rested low on my stomach. Too low as my cock woke up and realized a hot, willing woman was so close to him.

  But a quick look at Ivy, strawberry blonde hair spilling over her face and my chest as she slept peacefully, a satisfied smile curving those plump lips, shit. She looked too peaceful to wake. Yet. After last night on the sofa and then on the sofa again, and the shower, and the kitchen, there was no fucking way in hell I would leave this house before I got another taste of her.

  She wasn’t just willing, she was enthusiastic, and she didn’t hold back. And most of all, Ivy wasn’t shy once she got warmed up. Just thinking about last night had my cock hard and aching, straining toward her like a pleasure seeking missile.

  Ivy moaned and snuggled closer and I knew I had to get up or I’d flip her over and slide into her cunt before she could open her pretty blue eyes and beg me for more. Easing away so as not to wake her, I finally freed myself of those hot curves and instantly, I felt cold without her heat. A quick stop in her bathroom, feminine yet functional, to freshen up and I slipped on my boxers and made my way down the hall into the rest of Ivy’s place.

  It was homey and pretty, just like her, with splashes of sassy color to brighten up her otherwise traditional décor. It was all pretty much expected, brightly colored throw pillows on a neutral sectional sofa and colorful artwork on her off-white walls. Very girly.

  The only thing I expected to see that I didn’t was walls and flat surfaces filled with photos of her friends and family. I knew she’d lost her parents, but other than the purposely-cheerful colors in the house, it seemed Ivy lived a solitary life. A lonely life.

  I didn’t like to think of Ivy like that, lonely, so I made my way to the kitchen in search of coffee. Strong, hot and black were all I required. I found a fancy red and black coffeemaker and a sleek little grinder right beside it, which meant I was in for a good cup of joe.

  Ivy’s kitchen looked to be the newest part of her place with all new cabinets, a new looking stove and fridge and enough equipment to launch a catering business. She liked to cook and based on last night’s soup, she was damn good at it. That meant if I opened the fridge, there would be food in there. I was sure of it.

  A smile spread across my face as I found everything for the perfect breakfast after a long night of fucking. Pulling out eggs, bacon, peppers and onions, I grabbed a few tomatoes and knew exactly what I would make. As I got lost in chopping and whisking, my thoughts drifted to the Milano family. They had balls, those fuckers, to think they could come into our fucking city and try to take us over. It was so damn ballsy that I’d be impressed if I wasn’t ready to kill the motherfuckers.

  “That smells delicious.” Ivy’s voice startled me out of my own dark thoughts and I turned with a smile.

  She looked sexy as fuck and damned adorable in a pair of knee high argyle socks and a Deadpool t-shirt that barely covered her ass. “You look even more delicious.”

  Her whole body softened and she smiled, doing that cute little head tilt thing women did when they were into me. “Good morning, Shae.”

  “Morning, Ivy.” I winked and turned back to the stove to turn off the fire and pull the bacon from the oven.

  “Sleep well?”

  She moaned and when I turned her arms were stretched above her head, giving me a glimpse at a pair of tiny black panties and a sexy little strip of pale skin. Tempting. Teasing.

  “I haven’t slept that good in ages. Thanks.”

  I laughed out loud and shook my head. “Don’t think I’ve ever had a woman thank me for sex before.”

  And hell yeah, it pumped my ego up just a little bit to hear her say that. But it was her laugh, loud and husky and full-bodied that had my cock going from half-chub to full mast.

  “I didn’t thank you for the sex. I’m thanking you for the orgasms.”

  I loved that after everything we’d done to each other last night and well into the morning, she stood there blushing.

  “All of them.”

  Ah, she wasn’t used to a man who could go all night.

  “Believe me sweetheart, the pleasure was all mine.”

  Ivy licked her bare lips, still as pink as they were right after I finished kissing her and walked toward me with a grin.

  “Well not all your pleasure.”

  She was so fucking sexy I couldn’t wait to have her again. The way she looked up at me with that irresistible half-smile was too much. I leaned in with a grin.

  “Good morning, beautiful.”

  Our lips touched and before my tongue was out of my mouth, her fingers wrapped around my hair to hold me close, sliding her tongue against mine in a dance we both knew well after last night. She tasted like mint and I couldn’t get enough of her, pulling her until she was damn near spread out on the countertop and my hands were filled with her fine ass.

  She pulled back with wide eyes and a heaving chest along with a satisfied smile.

  “Good morning, indeed.” Then her lips were on mine again, licking the seam back and forth before her tongue curled around mine.

  “You like my kitchen?”

  I frowned at the question but nodded. “It’s great.”

  “Stainless steel, double ovens, six burners.”

  “Ivy . . .”

  Her words stopped and she smiled mischievously. “And best of all, a warming oven. For when you’re not quite ready for breakfast.”

  Her laugh was what broke my resolve, and though I hated it, I turned and shoved everything into the oven and hit the button marked warm.

  “Best fuckin’ kitchen ever.”

  Ivy nodded her agreement and reached for the hem of her t-shirt, tugging it over her head and tossing at me.

  “Soon to be my favorite room in the house,” she purred and pulled me close. I kissed her mouth down to her neck and that one freckle between her tits that seemed to make me lose my fucking mind. She leaned back with her chest thrust out, allowing me full access to her body.

 
“Love the socks,” I told her, pulling a deep-throated laugh from her even as she held my head in one hand, keeping my mouth as close to her sweet tits as possible.

  “Thanks.”

  Her fingers brushed my cock and I groaned in her mouth and pulled back.

  “Lie back.” Her brows crinkled in confusion but she laid back, propped up on her elbows so she could look at me while I stroked her legs up to the thighs, letting my knuckles brush her swollen pussy.

  “You’re already wet for me, babe.”

  “What can I say? I find you very arousing.”

  I laughed again, kissing my way down her body, sucking her pussy in my mouth through her panties until she cried out and bucked against me. It wasn’t enough and I tugged her panties to the side, smiling down at her swollen, glistening cunt.

  “See?” I told her and licked her from her entrance to her clit. “I taste just how arousing you find me.”

  “Good, because I do,” she panted. “I really, really do.”

  I knew she did but not just because she was soaked and not even the way she wrapped her legs around my neck and ground against me. I knew because of the way she gently stroked my hair while I licked her pussy. I slipped one finger deep inside her, up to the last knuckle, and I pulled it out slowly, dripping wet, watching as her blue eyes turned dark with desire. My hand slid down, and I rubbed her pussy juice all over her tight pink asshole.

  “Shae,” she moaned, rubbing herself against my finger as I kept lapping up those juices.

  She wanted it as much as I did. Her grip tightened in my hair as my slick finger invaded her butt; the steady pressure on her clit was too much and her orgasm began. Slowly.

  “Oh, Shae!” That voice egged me on and her hips moved faster, bucking against my mouth and then my finger. I loved the way I pleased her from both ends.

  I looked up to watch her as she watched me. “You’re a greedy little slut, aren’t you?”

  She let out a harsh laugh and grinned. “If I say yes will you put your mouth back where it belongs?”