Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3 (10 page)

After he gathered the rest of the tools from the room and cleaned up, Shane headed to the guest bathroom to start on the sink. He’d be in town till the end of next week, and hoped like hell Cyn would come around because Shane couldn’t shake the constant craving for her.

Christ, every time he thought about her and let his mind wander, even momentarily to the memories of sex between them, his dick got rod hard in his pants. He’d jacked off more in the last four days than he had in the last four years. Which was fucking insane.

She had a magic mouth and pussy, yeah…but more than that, Cyn was just plain magical. Her personality, her goofiness, her smile and her constant, and sometimes unsolicited, opinions—all magic in his eyes. Man, she was bossy as hell, a bit of a control freak too, and Shane wanted more of her. He sighed. Seven days—plenty of time to get his fill of her. If by chance he wasn’t topped off after the week, he’d just have to pay a few more visits to Cali in the near future.

But the woman needed to call him back, for fuck’s sake.

Chapter Sixteen

C
yn carried a big pile of wedding gifts up Ryan’s walkway to his front door. Maiya had the door open before Cyn reached it, thank God.

Her new sister-in-law grabbed the top two off the pile. “Holy shit, where did these all come from?”

“Mom and Dad’s house. I guess some of the family who couldn’t make the wedding sent them there instead of your house.” Cyn walked through the front door.

“Holy crap!” Ryan rushed down the last few steps on the staircase and grabbed another two boxes from her. “From Mom and Dad’s?”

Cyn set the bag she had hanging from her wrist down and shook out her arm. “Give the man a prize.” She laughed. “There’s more in the Jeep still.”

“More?” Maiya set down the two she’d grabbed on the pile Ryan started. “Where the hell are we going to put all this stuff?”

“Hell if I know.” Cyn brushed her hair out of her face. “Re-gift?”

Maiya barked a laugh and Cyn headed back outside for another pile. When she glanced over from behind the Wrangler, Shane was striding across the lawn.
Oh, fuck.
In an instant, Cyn’s entire body tensed as heat pooled between her thighs. Six days—six long-ass days—since she’d seen or talked to him. Touched, licked, sucked…
Good lord!
And here he was, walking toward her, baseball cap pulled low, no shirt and faded blue jeans hanging even lower on his narrow hips…looking all delicious and edible.

He rounded the back of her vehicle and Cyn licked her lips and took a step back. Then his delectable, mouthwatering scent hit her like a freight train and she grabbed the side of the Jeep to steady herself.

Shane regarded her for a moment, his head tilted at a slight angle, lips pursed, as he ran his palm over the back of his neck. His gaze, lit with desire, roamed from her eyes, to her mouth, and continued down her body, then wandering all slow and deliberate back to her eyes again.

And she felt every damn second of it like a physical touch.

Slipping his hands into his front pockets, his lips arched into a slight, very sexy grin. “How ya been, Cyn?”

“I’m…”
Shit!
Cyn blew out a breath and cleared her throat. Jesus, he looked good. Really good. Like, no man on earth had the right to look that good, good. His tanned skin glowed in the sunlight. His muscled chest whispered to her—she swore it did—begging to be touched. And his abs? Fucking hell, his abs needed her tongue on them too. Or maybe it was the other way around; maybe it was her tongue that needed to touch his abs? Didn’t matter. Either way, the need to touch him rose inside her like a tidal wave, drowning all thought and prior rational decisions made.

“That good, huh?”

Cyn shook her head and dragged her eyes away—not an easy task—from his tempting body. “Yeah. Good. You?” Talking to him was apparently a problem at the moment; looking at him was too.
Focus, Cyn. Unload the Jeep.
Grateful for the distraction, she leaned inside the tailgate and piled up a couple more boxes.

Shane took the pile before she had a chance to lift it. “Just stopped by to say hi to Ryan and his lady. I’ve been…not so good.”

“Oh?” She snapped her gaze back to him. “Why, what’s wrong? Are you okay?”

He gave her a sideways glance from below the brim of his hat. “Been trying to reach you. Haven’t heard back.” Shane walked away, packages held with ease in his big arms.

Guilt hit Cyn like a ton of bricks and she bit her bottom lip. Moving around the side of her vehicle, she stared at his muscular body, and the Semper Fidelis tattoo in black, Old English lettering across his upper back. Too freaking sexy. But more than that, Shane was a nice guy. Had always been a nice guy. In high school he was the kid everyone wanted to hang with and every girl wanted to date. Polite, never arrogant and always respectful too.

With her eyes on the front door, Cyn leaned a hip against the side of her Wrangler and let out a sigh… And the boy of her dreams came back outside, walking straight toward her. She sighed again. God, he was beautiful. Their eyes locked and stayed that way until he reached her, stopping less than a foot away. Cyn tilted her head back to keep her gaze on his. “I’m sorry.”

He gave her a brief nod. “I’ll let you make it up to me.”

Beating back the urge to touch him, Cyn crossed her arms. “How so?”

“Dinner.” He traced two fingers down her arm. “Then breakfast.”

A blaze of heat seared her skin where he’d touched her, spreading through her body, and Cyn’s breath hitched in her throat. “I can’t.” Her voice was a bare whisper.

“Can’t? Why’s that?” Shane stepped closer and rubbed his palms up and down her arms.

His scent hit her hard and she had to suppress a groan from slipping out. Cyn dropped her gaze only to be greeted by the sight of his broad chest.
Shit.
Mouth gone dry, she swallowed. The desire to snake out her tongue and lick his sun-kissed skin was killing her. “I’m having a hard time remembering why.”

“Oh, yeah? Why’s that?” Shane pinched her chin between his finger and thumb, tilting her face up to him.

Their bodies were barely touching and the temptation to lean forward and press against him rolled through her. Cyn licked her lips. “Fuck…”

“Reading my mind.” Shane’s lips twitched in a slight grin before he touched his mouth to hers.

As he started to pull away, Cyn curled a hand around the back of his neck and held him close. Just one more taste…just one—snaking out her tongue, she licked his top lip.
Oh, fuck yes.
Shane ran his hands down her back to her ass, jerking her body tight against him and slammed his mouth down on hers. Their tongue’s collided and Cyn’s libido went into overdrive.

Shane moved them backward and Cyn found herself being lifted into the back of her Wrangler. He broke from her mouth. “Girl, where’n the
hell
you been?” He spun his hat backward, bent his head to the side and bit the tender skin of her neck.

Cyn gasped, arching against him, as she scraped her nails down his chest. Electrified lust bolted through her. “Fuck, that feels good.” When her fingers met the waistband of his jeans, she tugged the button open and wedged her hand inside. The heat of his hard cock was like a brand on her palm as she closed her fist around the shaft. “Want this, Shane.”

“Coulda been having that all week.” He moved back to her lips and dived his tongue in her mouth again.

“Holy shit,
really
?”

Startled, Shane yanked from the kiss, but didn’t move away. Cyn buried her face in Shane’s heavenly chest and couldn’t help but smile. “Sorry, Ryan.”

“Maybe you two want to take this elsewhere? I have neighbors, you know.”

“What happened?
Awww
…did you two get caught making out like a couple of teenagers in heat?” Maiya laughed and peered over the top of the back tailgate and her brows went sky high.

Cyn grinned at her sister-in-law, who based on her expression, could clearly see Cyn had her hand down Shane’s jeans. Cyn shrugged. “Yeah, well. It happens.”

“Cyn,” Shane whispered, giving her hips a brief squeeze. “Might want to take your hand outta there.”

Cyn gazed up at him. She let a lazy smile spread across her mouth as she slid her hand up his length to the head and then let him go. “If you insist.”

With a groan, he let out a breath and his big body shuddering against hers. “Killing me.” He took a step back while he buttoned his pants. “Apologies, Ry. No disrespect meant.”

Ryan barely suppressed a grin. “Hey, don’t worry about it, bro. None taken.”

“I hope not, considering our history.” Maiya snorted, crossed her arms and grinned at her husband.

Ryan curled his arm around Maiya’s waist and planted a hard but quick kiss on her lips. “Exactly.” He turned to Shane. “Help me get the rest of this stuff inside, then you two can take off to fin— Ya know, I don’t want to know any more than that.” Shaking his head with a laugh, Ryan raised his hands in surrender.

Cyn hopped down from her tailgate. “Whatever. Deal with it.” She handed Ryan a few packages. Shane grabbed what remained, and he and Ryan took them to the house. Cyn glanced at Maiya, who’d lit a cigarette. “All right, g’head, say it.”

Maiya blew out a stream of gray smoke. “Say what?”

“That I’m fucking up.”

“Who’m I to say you’re fucking up?” Her sister-in-law shrugged. “But let me ask you something.”

“Anything.” Cyn smoothed her hands down her shirt and braced for the question.

“If you’d known Shane was in town, would you still have made that vow?”

“I don’t know.” It was the truth, she didn’t know. The whole point of the moratorium was to figure out what was wrong with her, hopefully fix it
and then
be able to have a good relationship with a man. That hadn’t changed just because Shane Conlon had been, and wanted still to be, in her pants, had it? “Maybe?”

“I guess only you can decide that. Are you going to follow through with the year off?”

Cyn looked down at her Chucks and tucked her hands in her back pockets. “I don’t know.”

Maiya nudged Cyn with her shoulder. “Whichever you decide to do, keep your vow or give it up, do it because it’s what you want. And know that I’ve got your back either way.”

“I love you, Miaya.” Cyn smiled.

Maiya stubbed out her cigarette on the bottom of her shoe. “Love you too, chica.” She glanced around Cyn. “Looks like he’s coming back for you.”

Cyn froze, her mind in a tug-of-war with itself. She should tell him no. She should get in her Jeep, back out of the driveway and never see him again. At least not for a year. Or, she should give him a blowjob,
immediately
. Maybe screw his brains out after. He had unbelievable recovery time…
Gah!
She should do a lot of things, like take care of some work that needed doing. Or go water her lawn. Plant some flowe—

“Cyn?”

She looked up, and blinked a few times. He’d put his T-shirt back on and had added a flannel over the top. Jesus, he’d make burlap look sexy. “Yeah?”

He smiled and crossed his arms. “Ready?”

“For what?”

“Hmm.” He chuckled and moved to his rental. “Meet you at your place.”

“But—”

Shane slid inside the SUV and shut the door. Cyn pressed her lips together, staring at him as he started the vehicle and backed out of the driveway. She threw her hands in the air. “Well, okay then.”

Maiya laughed. “Gotta love when they do that.”

Guess he’d made Cyn’s mind up for her. Freaking alpha males and their tendency to take control, ordering women around. If she didn’t find it so fucking sexy, she might actually be pissed off. “Yeah, that was pretty hot.” Cyn swung the tailgate of the Wrangler closed and moved to the driver’s door. “He’s here for another week. Looks like I’m postponing my moratorium till he goes.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Maiya ran her fingers through her long hair. “Call me later. Or…when you come up for air and sustenance.” She chuckled.

“Later, Maiya.” Cyn slid behind the wheel. Who needed food when she could feast on a body like Shane’s? Air, well hell, she’d be getting plenty of that each time she cried out his name or moaned in sheer pleasure. She threw the Jeep in gear and backed out of the driveway. With a final wave to Maiya, Cyn headed to her house.

Chapter Seventeen

S
hane pulled into Cyn’s driveway. He’d stopped at the grocery store on his way, picking up some fixin’s for dinner. He planned on making some juicy burgers and enjoying a few beers with Cyn then taking her upstairs and having her for dessert. After gathering the bags, he closed the hatch and made his way to the front door.

Cyn opened it before he made it up the first step and rushed to him. “Let me help you.”

“Got it already.” He bent, kissed her cheek and then moved inside the house. She followed, closed the door and scooted around him to the kitchen. Fine by him, he got a perfect view of her full ass. “You always wear jeans like that?”

“Like what?” She took one of the bags and set it on the counter.

“Ones that mold to your already incredible ass.”

“Don’t know about incredible, but yeah, I wear jeans that fit me. Why?”

He hooked her around the waist and pulled her close. “Don’t stop. Makes me hard every time I see you in them.”

Cyn smiled and gazed up at him. “Good to know.” She pressed against him and her eyes widened. “Your dick is hard, Shane! Damn. And now all I want to do is suck you off.”

He groaned, wanting that too. But not yet, first, he needed to feed her. “You can suck my cock after we eat.”

She frowned. “No fair.”

“The way I see it, we’re even.” He swatted her ass.

“How do you figure that?” She rose on her toes and circled his neck with her arms.

Shane kissed the tip of her nose. “I’ll be tortured by your fine ass the whole night. By the time we get done eating, I’ll be aching for your hot mouth as much as you’re aching to put it on me. That’s how.”

“I see your point.” She kissed him and Shane groaned into her mouth, loving the taste and feel of her.

Man, he was so freaking glad she’d shown up at Ryan and Maiya’s house. He was beginning to think she’d dodge him the rest of his trip. But nope, lady luck smiled down on him and now here he was, at Cyn’s house, with her in his arms, kissing his brains out. Shane planned on taking all she was willing to give him tonight and if he had his way, the remainder of the week too.

Cyn’s phone chimed on the counter and she broke the kiss. “Sorry, let me check that.”

She stepped away and Shane set to unloading the groceries. “Did you start the grill?” She stared at her phone, reading the message. Maybe she didn’t hear him. “Cyn?”

“Hmm?” She glanced up.

“Did you already start the grill?”

“Umm.” She returned her focus back to her phone and her brow creased into a frown. “Yeah. I did.”

“Hey, you okay?” Shane moved to her.

She tossed the phone onto the counter. “Yeah. Fine. I’ll go check the grill.” She glanced at him as she walked away.

Shane had no idea what’d just happened, but whatever it was, it wasn’t good. One minute she was all happy and pressed against his body, tongue down his throat, and the next she looked like someone just kicked her dog. Her phone beeped again, another text coming in, and Shane eyed the device on the counter. He wasn’t about to check the message, it wasn’t his business, but whoever it was had already upset her, and Shane wasn’t about to tolerate that.

Cyn came back inside and appeared a bit less distressed than when she’d left. She moved to the sink and washed her hands. “What can I do to help?”

Shane leaned his back against the counter, crossing his feet at the ankle. “It went off again.”

“What did? My phone?” She eyed the cell, then reached for it. “Shit.”

“Maybe you shouldn’t read it.”

She glanced at him, before looking back to the screen. “Too late.”

Shane studied her features, and watched as once again, her brow creased and this time her mouth pressed into a thin line. Something was definitely up. “Something wrong, Cyn?”

She let out a sigh and rubbed her forehead. “I don’t want to talk about it.”

He moved to her. “All right, but whatever it is, it’s now sharing the room with us. I’ll cook. You have a beer. If by the time we’re ready to eat it’s not gone, you start talking.”

“Shane—”

“Cyn, I respect your privacy. So you deal with it, then let it go. But hear me when I say, if you can’t let it go, clearly we need to talk about it. Got me?”

She blew out a harsh breath. “Fine.”

“Good.” He pressed a kiss to her forehead and began prepping burgers.

Cyn moved to the six-pack of beers. “Angry Orchard?”

“Good stuff. You ever had it?” He formed a pile of ground beef into a patty.

“Yeah, I just didn’t figure you for anything other than a Bud guy.” She popped the caps off of two bottles.

“Stick around. There’s lots of things you’ll learn about me.” He smiled at her and prepared another patty.

She slid a bottle his way and then tipped hers back in a long swallow. “We’ll see.”

Just as he was about to reply, Cyn burped—a very unladylike burp.

Shane threw his head back and laughed. Loud and hard. Cyn’s eyes went wide and she covered her mouth, her cheeks going bright red. Shane laughed harder. When he finally got himself slightly composed, he leaned toward her, let out another chuckle and kissed her cheek. “Girl,
that
was awesome.”

C
yn was mortified and her face burned hot with embarrassment. She hadn’t meant to let that burp fly; it just sort of erupted from her. Shane thought it was hilarious, obviously…the man was still chuckling as he finished preparing the burgers and then took them outside to the grill.

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.

S
hane 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 tight 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.