Chapter 13
He couldn’t fucking think straight.
“I have questions,” Aidan murmured as he glanced from Shayne to the porno that he threw on so that he could fucking think.
“Fuck off,” Shayne said, rubbing his hands roughly down his face as he struggled to think about this case only to once again find himself thinking about her.
He just...
“Oh, fuck me harder, big boy!” came the bored demand as the blonde bimbo struggled to bite back a yawn and the pizza delivery guy did whatever the fuck he was doing while Shayne closed his eyes and focused on the sounds of her moans.
Within seconds, he was back at camp, watching the fires burn as the sounds of soft moans and deep groans filled the air.
He listened to the pleas of the men dying in the field just beyond their camp, while others screamed for mercy, and men laughed and shared exaggerated tales from the battlefield that day, all while Shayne sat there, watching as his father went over all the mistakes Liam made that day.
He watched his brother nod solemnly, changing his grip on his sword before shifting to the right as their father slowly brought his sword down, showing him how to block it and-
Somehow found himself thinking about the moment he realized that Lasarín wasn’t his soulmate. It felt like part of him had been destroyed only to realize that it meant that she was safe. He didn’t want Lasarín trapped in this curse. He wanted her to be able to move on and find peace.
After he finally gave in to the pull, he forgot all about his brothers, Lasarín, and the curse and grew up in a tavern with a pain in the ass that loved to drive him crazy. Being with Aileen had never been an option. Not for him. Not with ghosts haunting his every waking moment.
He’d wanted her safe, which meant that he could never be with her.
Something that he had to remind himself of every night when she crawled into his bed.
He should have turned her away the first time that she came into his room, but he was too desperate for the peace that she brought him to send her away.
So, every night, he lay in his bed, waiting to hear the telltale creak of the floorboard outside his bedroom door before he closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep so that she could sneak into his room.
He waited until she was asleep before he reached for her, pulling her closer so that he could fall asleep with her in his arms only to have the little pain in the ass drive him crazy.
Every night, she snuggled back against him, leaving him struggling to ignore just how good she felt in his arms only to leave him struggling not to groan when she shifted in her sleep, the move causing her nightgown to ride up in the middle of the night, exposing soft, smooth skin and-
“Is...is this because the lass doesn’t like ye?” Finn asked as he dropped down next to him on the couch.
“Can ye really blame the lass?” Quinn asked as he suddenly appeared by the window.
“I don’t think any of us could really fault the lass for having standards,” Declean said as he grabbed the remote off the coffee table and changed the channel.
“I didn’t want ta say anything, but she looked embarrassed ta be seen with ya,” Liam said as Shayne dropped his hands away so that he could flip the little bastard off.
“Aw, don’t be like that, lad!” Quinn said, chuckling when Shayne got up and reluctantly made his way to the stairs as he resigned himself to another sleepless night.
As he made his way upstairs, Shayne found himself wondering what he would dream about tonight...
Would the curse punish him with more memories of Aileen crawling into his bed late at night or torment him with more dreams of Ashlyn moaning his name? Then again, maybe it would stop playing fucking games with him and tell him what he needed to know.
“Christ, mo ghrá, you feel so fucking good,” Tristan groaned as Shayne walked past his bedroom door, letting him know that he wouldn’t see his brother again until tomorrow morning.
Until then, he just needed to figure out a way to make it through the night without losing his fucking mind, Shayne thought as he walked into his bedroom. He grabbed the remote off the bed, turned on another porno and tossed the remote back on the bed as he made his way to the bathroom and-
“You want to make sure that the butter is soft before you put it in the bowl.”
-sighed when his brother commandeered his television.
Resigning himself to another long night of cooking shows, Shayne pulled off his clothes and tossed them on the floor as he made his way to the shower and once again found himself thinking about Ashlyn.
He tried telling himself that she was just a means to an end, that he needed to make her fall in love with him so that they could destroy the curse once and for all and free them all, but even knowing that wasn’t enough to stop him from thinking about her.
The dreams weren’t helping, Shayne thought as he dropped his head beneath the water and found himself thinking about the way she moaned in his dreams.
It had him reaching between his legs and running his hand over his hardening cock. It had been a long time since he had sex, Shayne thought as he gave his cock a gentle squeeze as he thought about the first time he’d dreamed about Ashlyn.
God, the way she’d moved on him...
Just thinking about the way she rolled her hips so that she could rub her wet slit against the underside of his cock had him groaning.
While she’d moved, Shayne ran his hands over her, memorizing every decadent curve as he kissed her, swallowing her moans only to lose his fucking mind when she shifted, the move causing the tip of his cock to slide between her lips.
When he groaned, letting her know just how good that felt, Ashlyn did it again, causing the tip of his cock to slowly slide between her lips, over her swollen clit and down to her core, soaking the tip in her juices and leaving him struggling not to beg her to let him fuck her.
He’d wanted her.
Christ, he’d never wanted anything more than he’d wanted her. When she rolled her hips again, the move causing the tip of his cock to press against her core, he’d nearly lost his fucking mind. But when she pushed back, whispering his name as the tip slid inside of her...
God, it had been the closest thing to heaven that he’d ever experienced.
The way she moaned when she pushed back, slowly taking the rest of his cock had him groaning as he thought about just how fucking tight she’d been. He thought about the way that she’d rolled her hips, taking every last inch of him as she moaned his name.
He wanted to fuck her.
Needed to fuck her more than anything, but he wanted to hear her moan his name again even more.
So, he’d wrapped his arms around her and rolled her over onto her back.
He’d allowed himself one roll of his hips before he slowly pulled free and nearly fucking came when the move felt like a wet caress over his cock.
He took his time kissing every inch of her body as he reached between her legs and ran his fingertips between her legs, tracing her slit with his fingertips before teasing her clit.
He’d licked and kissed her breasts, loving the way that she shifted beneath his touch, desperate to have one of his fingers slide deep inside of her.
She moaned his name when he took one nipple between his lips and gently suckled as he took pity on her and slid a finger deep inside of her, slowly fucking her as he made his way down her stomach and between her legs, pausing to press a kiss against each thigh as he shifted between her legs.
He slid his finger inside of her one last time before he pulled his hand free so that he could lean in and trace her slit with his tongue, teasing her as he used his thumbs to spread her lips, exposing her swollen, little clit to his tongue so that he could kiss it and tease it with his lips before tracing it with his tongue while she ran her fingers through his hair, moaning his name as she shifted beneath him as he made his way down to her core and slid his tongue inside of her.
He-
“Ashlyn,” Shayne groaned as pleasure shot up his spine, forcing him to move his hand faster over his cock while he imagined licking her out only to groan when his cock hardened in his hand seconds before he came, forcing him to slap his hand against the wall when his legs threatened to give out.
This curse was going to be the death of him, Shayne thought, struggling to catch his breath as he pushed the shower door open and-
“I...God, I didn’t need ta see that!” Declean said only to curse when Shayne shoved him through a wall as he made his way out of the bathroom.
“Mean bastard!”