Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3 (28 page)

Shane caressed her cheek and she glanced up at him as she fisted his length in her palm. His expression softened. “You’re so fucking beautiful, Cyn.”

Her heart burst with a heavy case of the feels—the only kind that could be described as love. And she almost said the words out loud, almost told him. Instead, without taking her gaze from his, she sucked the swollen crown between her lips.

“
Fuuuuckkk!
That mouth of yours…” He moved his hand from her face and threaded his fingers through her hair, gripping the strands at the back of her head tight in his fist.

Cyn moaned and took him to the back of her throat. The bead of arousal that’d emerged coated her tongue and her pussy clenched, aching to be filled by him. She’d have him there soon enough. For now, all she wanted was this. His dick in her mouth. His taste flooding her senses. And his body at her mercy—

Without a doubt, Cyn knew the fire between them wasn’t one-sided. It was the same for him as it was for her. There was nothing left to do but go with it, feed it and let it consume her…as it always did.

Shoving aside all thoughts of what might happen next between them—if he’d take her back or not—Cyn sucked her man’s cock with earnest. This was heaven. For fuck’s sake, Cyn craved him like a starving woman and for the life of her, she had no idea how she’d gone more than a month without him and this. She was fucking ravenous for him.

“Fucking hell. That’s it…take it. Goddamn.” Shane gripped the back of her hair and fucked into her mouth.

Cyn moaned around his dick, letting him guide her mouth, thrusting to the back of her throat and back to the edge of her lips. And then, before Cyn could stop him, he pulled himself free of her mouth. With her hair still gripped tight in his fist, Shane pulled her to her feet and to his lips. Her body was already on fire for him, her pussy so wet, she knew she’d soaked through her panties. Shane slammed his mouth down on hers and delved his tongue between her lips. Cyn’s stomach clenched and so did her cunt.

With every fiber of her being, and from the depths of her soul to the edges of her healing heart, Cyn knew, and accepted, the fact that Shane owned her body.

And as he stole her breath, for the first time in a month, Cyn could finally breathe.

Shane drowned in everything that was his Cyn. She was in his home and in his arms. He had no idea for how long, and at that moment, he didn’t want to know. It didn’t matter. All that mattered was his every sense was being assaulted by her in the most delicious ways.

The sight of her on her knees, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth as he fucked between her lips, was one that he’d never tire of seeing. His orgasm had come rushing up on him way too fast, and there was no way in hell he’d allow himself to come yet. His recovery time was always good, thank God, but still…Cyn’s pleasure was always his priority. He never wanted to go before her.

Shane stroked his tongue over hers, tasting her, drinking her in and wanting more. Pulling from her mouth, he picked her up and headed for his bedroom.

Cyn let out a giggle and nipped his earlobe. “Ever notice how we never make it more than five feet into the house?”

Shane chuckled. “True story. Not my fault though.”

She tilted her head back and grinned. “You saying it’s mine?”

“Damn straight it is.”

“How do you figure?” She nipped his chin.

“You and that fine ass of yours, and these delectable tits.” He gripped her ass and hiked her higher. “Plus, your voice, your smile, and pretty much your very presence next to me makes my cock hard, so yeah, totally your fault.”

“Well, you’re one to talk, Sergeant. You and all your hot and hard muscles. Your cock, your voice—ugh and your goddamn dimple! Jesus it gets me every time.” He chuckled again as she touched his chin with a smile so bright his heart full-on melted. “Did I mention your cock?”

“A time or two.” As he stepped into his bedroom, Shane slid one hand between her thighs, grazing the seam of her jeans along her pussy. “You’ve soaked through your jeans. Better get these pants and panties off you now.” He bent forward and dropped her on to the mattress.

She squealed as she bounced. “Of course I’m wet. I had your cock in my mouth and that’s like better than my favorite chocolate ice cream— Ooh! How do you feel about me licking chocolate ice cream off your cock?”

“Girl, I swear…” Shane undid her jeans and pulled them and her panties off her legs. Taking hold of her thighs, he slid her to the edge of the mattress and got on his knees. “Gonna be the—”

“The death of you?” She let out another giggle, then a loud moan after Shane bent his head and licked through the bare lips of her cunt.

A rumble slipped from the depths of Shane’s chest as her taste hit his tongue. Sweet, hot and heavenly… Cyn absolutely
was
going to be the damn death of him. No way in hell he’d ever find another woman like her. No way he’d survive not having her in his world either.

Shane slid his hands beneath her full ass, raised her hips off his bed and sucked her clit. She rolled her hips, moaning his name as he flicked his tongue against the taut bundle of nerves. Fucking hell, she’d become everything to him, so much more than just the sex. The love he felt for this petite creature filled his chest, shining just as bright as her sweet smile.

I love you… Please stay with me.

“Shane, I’m going to—”

He slid two fingers inside her core and sucked her clit harder.

I love you…I need you.

“Oh God, yes!” She raised her knees higher and dug her nails into his scalp.

Cyn’s climax erupted and as the waves rolled through her, she rocked her hips, and squeezed her knees tight around his head. With his gaze locked on her face, Shane curled his fingers inside her, stroking her g-spot, prolonging her orgasm, and felt her channel clench in rapid spasms around his fingers.

Saying she was beautiful caught in the throes of climax was an understatement. Pride filled his chest knowing that he’d been the man to give her that look. The one to take her to heaven…and if he died today, he’d die a happy man, knowing that he satisfied his woman.

Fuck, I love you, Cynthia!

His chest ached with the desire to say the words out loud. Instead, Shane slid his fingers free of her channel and licked through her slit, tasting her sweet orgasm.

Her trembling legs went limp over his shoulders and she smoothed her palms over his head. “Oh my God. I think maybe—” She drew in a shaky breath. “Maybe you’re going to be the death of me instead.”

Shane rose between her thighs and nestled his length between the folds of her cunt. “Not if I have anything to say about it.”

“Mmm.” She smoothed her hands down to his chest. “Missed this, Shane.”

“Can have this any time you want it, Cyn.” He looked at her and she licked her edible lips. Shane’s dick twitched and a tingle spread from the base of his spine to his balls. Her sweet lips were always his undoing. He spread her labia apart with his thumbs and watched as he slid his shaft back and forth over the mouth of her pussy and clit. “God Almighty, look at this. Need a picture of this I think.”

“Picture? Oh my God,
sooo
dirty.” Cyn tugged at his shirt. “Need this off you. Need to feel your skin.”

“You love it dirty.” Shane inched back from her and removed his clothes.

“True story.” Cyn sat up, and after tugging off her shirt and bra, she wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him down to her mouth. Shane cupped her face in his hands and kissed her slow and deep, taking the opportunity to slow things down a bit. He wanted to drown in everything that was his Cyn and for as long as he could.

She broke the kiss, and moved her lips and tongue along his jaw to his neck—kissing and nipping the tender spot. Shane moaned and slid his hands to her full breasts, cradling them in his palms and stroking his thumbs over her peaked nipples.

Cyn whimpered and arched against him, then moved her hand between them, gripped his cock and positioned him at her opening. “Fuck me, Shane. Pretty please?”

He tilted his head back and gazed into her eyes. “Love it when you ask nice and sweet like that.”

Her lips arched in a devious smile and Shane pressed forward, sliding the head inside her. Cyn’s eyes widened. “Yes,” she breathed. “Oh, fuck, yes, baby.”

Shane took her lips again and glided the rest of the way inside her. Her heat enveloped him as her cunt clenched around his shaft. Shane growled against her mouth, grabbed her ass, and pulled her flush against him. Cyn wrapped her legs around him, whimpering against his lips. With a tight grip on her ass, Shane shifted her up and down on his dick and Cyn rocked her pelvis, grinding her clit against him.

He broke from her lips and pressed his forehead to hers. “Mine.”

Cyn nodded, panting as her sweat-slicked breasts rubbed against his chest. Shane moved her faster, gritting his teeth as his balls tightened, his orgasm speeding closer each time her tight heat clenched around him. “Come for me, girl.”

Cyn whipped her head back, rocking against him. “Oh, God!
Shane!
Ohgodohgodohhhgodddd!
”

“Fuck yeah. Gimme all that heat.” Shane held her tight against him as his orgasm plowed through him and her cunt spasmed around his shaft in rapid little bursts. His body seized as his cock jerked over and over, spurting his semen deep inside her channel, filling her.

Shane closed his eyes, completely overcome with her, and not wanting the moment to end.

Chapter Forty-One

S
hane lay with her curled against him. Cyn had fallen asleep after they’d had sex, or rather, after they’d had sex a second time. As was typical for them, after they finished ravaging each other’s bodies, they were both equally worn out.

But Shane hadn’t been able to fall asleep. Thoughts about their relationship—or lack of one—about where she might be as far as her emotional mess, and how she’d wanted to be single for a year kept circling around his brain like a merry-go-round.

She’d come there wanting to talk and Shane assumed the talking would involve a whole lot of “hey I’m sorry, and I hope we can still be friends” kind of words. But she’d come to Texas…all the damn way to Texas and it finally dawned on him that it might be possible she’d come to see if he wanted to try again. Old friends aside, women didn’t fly three states away to let a guy down gently. They flew three states, or in some cases across the country or even the world because they wanted to be with said guy.

He was afraid to even hope for it, being with her was everything he wanted. But at the same time, he couldn’t help but wonder if them being together was really the best thing for her. Cyn had wanted to be single for a reason. She’d been determined to figure out why she kept getting it wrong with all the guys she’d dated prior to him.

Even though Shane knew he wanted her—in fact there wasn’t a doubt in his mind—he needed to know she had no doubts either. As much as it sucked, Cyn needed to come to that same conclusion
after
she’d spent some time alone and Shane was more than willing to give her the space necessary to get there.

Plus, he had no idea where she was at with her PTSD either. She seemed to be okay, more like she’d been before the attack, but he couldn’t be sure. From his perspective, two things were blocking them from being on the same page and Shane decided, right then and there, he was going to step aside so she could heal and deal.

His last thought before he finally fell asleep was that he’d wait for her—till the end of time if that’s what it took.

* * * * *

W
ith her eyes still closed, Cyn reached across Shane’s king-sized bed seeking him. Her hand skated across the cool sheets and she opened her eyes to find him…not there.

Grabbing for his pillow, she pressed it to her face and breathed deep, taking the familiar scent of him into her lungs. Cyn smiled and sat up, glancing around the room. So, this was Shane Conlon’s bedroom. A giggle bubbled up and out of her and she cupped her hands over her mouth as she took in the rustic furnishings in the space.

There was a large dresser across from the bed, with an equally large flat screen television mounted to the wall above it. Men and their TVs…she swore they’d all have one in every room, and Shane was no different. To the left of the dresser was a wall closet. To the right, and near the door, was a tall chest of drawers. A few pictures sat atop it, along with a couple of books, a few scattered pieces of paper, and what appeared to be a square wooden box. Just past the dresser was a door she assumed led to a bathroom.

Speaking of…Cyn got up and headed for the door. She opened it, and yes, it was the bathroom, thank God because holy hell she needed to pee. After taking care of business, she washed her hands, and, unable to resist, peeked in his medicine cabinet.

Shaving cream, razor, cologne—
Ooh!
She grabbed the bottle, popped the cap off and inhaled the scent.
Mmm.
God in heaven she craved his scent. Careful to place the cologne back where she found it, she glanced at the other items. Everything was so organized. She loved that about him. When he’d been with her at her house, he was the same way. Always keeping his things in order. Likely a behavior long conditioned in him thanks to the Marine Corp.

She peeked in one of the vanity drawers too, where she found little trays to organize his toothbrush, toothpaste and floss, as well as a few other items. Her exploration continued below to the vanity cabinet, and, bingo, Cyn found the mouthwash. Her suitcase, with her toothbrush was still out by the front door. Recognizing opportunity when it knocked, she grabbed the bottle and did a quick rinse.

Cyn wiped her face and sighed. Yeah, no matter how his overly organized trait came to be in him, she was grateful for it. It was a thing she found beyond endearing in him.

She thought back to her conversation with Maiya regarding Ryan and his tidy little habits. And how it actually turned Maiya on. Cyn rolled her eyes because at the time she couldn’t fathom being aroused by someone’s obsession with organization or tidiness, but now, she understood it and was ready to seek him out just to get his dick in her mouth…immediately.

With that thought, Cyn exited his bathroom and went in search of Shane. As soon as she left his bedroom, the delicious scent of something cooking hit her nose and her stomach growled. Shane was cooking. Okay, maybe food first, then a blowjob because for fuck’s sake, he was tidy and domesticated. And so freaking alpha male it made her head spin.

She wandered down the hallway, thinking about the first night they’d had sex and how she thought she’d hit the jackpot. Truly, at the time she’d had no idea how big the prize was. Cyn had hit the Publishers Clearing House jackpot. Plus, the Powerball, all in one.

With a little hitch in her step, Cyn made her way through the living room to the kitchen. Shane stood at the stove, no shirt on, and a pair of gray sweats slung low on his hips.

Good grief, his bare back was beyond sexy. Broad shoulders, thick lat muscles that stretched down his sides, arrowing into a narrow waistline. The Semper Fidelis tattoo on his upper back a dark contrast to his golden tanned skin.

As if drawn to him like a magnet, Cyn stepped behind him, wrapped her arms around Shane’s waist and pressed a kiss to his spine. He jumped, but only slightly before glancing over his shoulder at her. “Hey there.”

Oops.
Cyn moved to his side and leaned against the counter. “Sorry, honey. I didn’t mean to startle you.”

“All good.” He bent to her, a sweet smile arching his lips, and pressed a kiss to her forehead. “Hope you’re hungry.”

“Starving actually.” Cyn rubbed her belly. “I had every intention of sucking your dick once I found you, but then I smelled the food cooking and…yeah, sorry, but you’ll have to wait till I’ve been fed.” She quirked a brow and smirked.

He chuckled and gave her a wink. “Roger that. Let’s get you fed so we can get to that blowjob.”

Lust zipped through her, making her tummy light up with tingles. “Yes, sir!” Cyn couldn’t stop the smile that formed on her lips if she tried. “So, whatcha making?”

“Just a little chicken and rice risotto.”

“Mmm. It smells delicious. Can I help?”

“Nope.” He stirred the contents of the pot. “It’ll be ready in about ten minutes. You want water or wine?”

Cyn raised both brows. “You cook and
now
you’re the second coming? Gotta say, Sarg. I’m impressed.”

Shane threw his head back as a harsh laugh erupted out of him. Cyn crossed her arms and witnessed the most beautiful thing on the planet: Mouth wide open and clutching his stomach, Shane Conlon laughing harder than she’d ever seen him laugh.

Cyn was in absolute awe…of every single part of this man, and all that he was.

And as her mind filled with admiration and respect, her heart filled with love. So much love she thought it might burst. Cyn was undeniably, uncontrollably, and justifiably one hundred percent head over heels
in love
with Shane Conlon.

She smiled, laughing with him, and rubbed her chest as fear settled thick in her throat. If he ended things between them she wasn’t sure she could survive it.

“Gonna be the death of me.” Shane hooked her around the waist, pulled her to his chest and kissed the tip of her nose. “The shit you say. Jesus, Cynthia. Too damn funny.”

Cyn stared up into his bright blue eyes and then let her gaze roam over his chiseled features. The dimple in his chin called to her as it always did and she rose up and placed her lips against it. Shane cupped the back of her head before threading his fingers through the short locks.
Say it…just tell him.
“Shane, we need to talk.”

He pressed his lips to the top of her head and let out a sigh. “I know.”

S
hane stood still with her held tight against his chest. She was right, they needed to talk. He’d just hoped to have this one last night with her and then deal with the situation tomorrow, or the next day. Maybe even the day after that.

He sighed again before pulling away to see her face. “How ’bout we eat, and then we talk? Conversations go easier on a full stomach.” She smiled and he couldn’t help but smile back. Shane shrugged. “At least that’s what my dad always used to say.”

“Sounds like a good way to going about things.” Cyn pressed her lips to his neck. “I’ll grab the wine. You get the glasses.”

“On it.” Shane pulled two glasses from the cupboard as she grabbed the bottle of Sauvignon Blanc from the fridge.

She set the wine on the counter. “Bottle opener?”

“Here.” He handed her the glasses and then retrieved the corkscrew from the drawer. After drawing out the cork, he poured them each half a glass. “To a successful journey.” Shane forced a smile and tapped the edge of his glass to hers.

“Sounds nice.” Cyn raised the glass to her mouth and Shane couldn’t peel his eyes away from her lips as they closed over the edge and she swallowed a small sip.

Desire sped through his veins like a wildfire and every inch of his skin tingled in awareness of her. Jesus, he didn’t think he’d ever not want her.

She smiled as she lowered the glass. “Mmm. This is my favorite kind of white. Aren’t you going to have some?”

Shane cleared his throat. “Of course. I just…”

“You just what?” Cyn tilted her head to the side, her soft brown eyes fixed on him.

With the barest shake of his head, Shane sipped the wine. He just wanted to watch her, wanted to brand every detail of this moment, and how she looked, in his memory—although he knew, forgetting any part of her simply wasn’t possible. Hell, even the tiniest of features, like the faded freckles on the bridge of her nose and cheeks were imprinted in his mind. Yet still, considering the decision he’d made earlier—

“Looks like it’s about ready.” She peered into the pot.

Yanked from his thoughts, Shane forced a smile and shut off the burner. “Looks that way.”

S
hane pushed his plate aside and swallowed the last of his wine. Setting his glass down he reached for the bottle. “You have your fill yet?”

Cyn rolled her eyes—her mouth full of the meal he’d cooked for her—and swallowed. “You think? I mean, I had two servings. But it’s just so yummy I’m contemplating a third…although my ass is currently winning the argument with my taste buds.”

Shane chuckled and filled his glass. “What argument is that?”

“You know, the one where my ass says, ‘Hello, mouth? I’m big enough, don’t need to be any bigger. Drop the fork, now. Step away from the plate.’ And my mouth says, ‘
Noooooo!
Feeeeed meeee mooore!
’” She grinned and sipped her wine.

Shane blurted a laugh and was more than grateful he hadn’t been taking a drink because he’d have sprayed it across the table. She’d made him laugh so many times that night he’d lost count. It felt so good to laugh with her again—felt good to just be with her too.
Damn!
With his heart aching and his laughter under control, he swallowed a gulp of wine forcing the lump that’d risen back down his throat.

She shoved the plate away. “Okay, yeah. Take this away from me before I eat more.”

“Guessing your ass won?”

“Damn right.”

“You know, I happen to love your ass, so if it gets bigger, I’m all for that.”

“Shane Conlon, I’m quite familiar with how fond of my ass you are. But it’s good to know that if it should grow to mammoth proportions, you’re all on board with the
bootay
.”

“Mmm. Now all I want to do is make you eat more.”

Cyn shook her head and giggled. “You’re crazy.” She sipped her wine. “God, I love this wine.”

“Glad you love it. Glad you loved dinner too.” Shane stood and took their plates to the sink. “How about you wander out to my living room and I’ll meet you there in a minute or two.”

“You’re not going to let me help with the dishes, are you?”

He winked. “Nope.”

Cyn stood. “Okay fine, but I’m taking the bottle of wine with me.” She stuck her tongue out and disappeared around the corner, her giggle trailing behind her.

After Shane finished in the kitchen he went to join her. Rounding the corner, he stopped the moment his eyes found her. Cyn had her legs curled beneath her on the couch with the lights off. The blue glow of the television highlighted her profile and made Shane’s breath catch in his throat. To him, she was more than beautiful.

She glanced up at him as he approached her, grabbed the remote and muted the sound. “I’m guessing you’re ready to have that talk now?”

Shane took a seat on the other end of the sofa. “S’pose so.”

“Which one of us gets to go first?” She turned and faced him, raising her knees in front of her and pulling them to her chest.

“Ladies first, always.” The urge to touch her, pull her close, rode him like a diesel truck late for a delivery. Instead, he shoved the desire as far away as he could and smoothed his palm over his head.

She blew out a breath. “Well, I’ve been seeing a counselor. A lot. Twice a week actually, for the last month.”

“That’s awesome, Cyn. God, I’m just so damn relieved to hear that.” Unable to hold himself back he ran his hand over her knee.

“I’m sorry it took me so long to do it. I should’ve listened to you from the beginning. I guess I just thought…” She glanced away.

“Thought you could just deal with it, right? That eventually it’d go away.” He gave her knee a squeeze “Hey, look at me.” When she did, he continued. “It’s okay. I get it. I went through the same thing myself when I got back to the States.”

“Yeah, I guess you probably did.” She smiled. “But you’re all good now.”