Chapter 11 #2
I opened my mouth to protest but instead let out a squeal as Donny grabbed my waist and hauled me over him until I straddled his chest. What shocked me was that he managed to do it in two point six seconds.
“How did you do that?” I demanded.
“Where there’s a will…” He slid up to a sitting position, grabbed the neckline of the tee I was wearing, and tugged it over my head until it was tight against my nape, effectively using the sleeves to trap my arms behind my back and expose my breasts to his hungry gaze.
My lips parted in shock.
He shuffled back down again until my pussy was positioned just above his mouth, then he tugged my pink, lace panties to one side.
“Brace, Posy,” Donovan ordered huskily. “I’m fucking starving.” And with that, he slid his hands up and over my thighs, clasped them tightly with his fingers, and pulled me down onto his mouth.
“Oh my God,” I cried out.
He hummed appreciatively before opening wide and lashing his tongue against me.
My eyes shot down to see Donny looking up at me. Our eyes locked, and he hummed again as he sucked me deep.
Nothing existed except for what he was doing to me in that hotel room.
There was just the wet glide of his tongue and the steel band of his hands holding my thighs in place.
He went in and ate his fill, moving me to wherever he wanted me.
I couldn’t fight it, I was trapped, and anyway, I didn’t want to.
He sucked harder and moaned against my sensitive skin. I tried to twist my body, but the T-shirt sleeves around my shoulders wouldn’t permit it, so I just did what he allowed and rocked my hips against his face, which was shiny from my juices.
He wasn’t lying when he told me he was starving, proven by the low, greedy noise he made when he buried his face in my pussy. His tongue flicked and swirled, his stubble scraping against my heated core, leaving a delicious sting behind.
My breath came in rasps, and I cried out as he slowly slid two fingers inside me, all the way up to the knuckles, before turning them and making a come-hither motion until he stroked the spot that made my walls clench so powerfully that I felt it in my stomach.
Donny pressed his fingers into the dip of my inner thigh, holding me hostage, his tongue working in slow, body-shuddering circles. “Ride my face,” he demanded, slapping my ass cheek.
The sting made my clit pulse, and I squirmed uncontrollably.
Eyes still on mine, he parted my folds with two fingers, and holding me open, he tongued my clit while a rumble sounded deep in his chest. “Always knew you were spectacular. You’ve been under my skin since the night I fucked you.
You’re beautiful, baby. All that gorgeous hair and pin-up girl body.
But you like this, with your arms trapped and your spectacular tits heaving in my face with those tight little nipples, and hot, wet pussy.
..” His voice trailed off, face softening. “I’m never letting you go.”
His tongue came out again and laved at my clit, his eyes still boring into mine. His mouth covered my pussy while he drove his fingers inside me in short, fucking motions.
My stomach clenched, and my thighs trembled with the sensations gripping me all over. The air itself seemed to whip me up into a frenzy. My nerve endings were alight, and my skin was so sensitive that Donovan didn’t even need to touch me to send me crazy.
I could feel it all—every flick of his tongue and every twist of his fingers as they fucked into me. My body was electrified, and I arched my back, trying to push myself against him, seeking friction.
He pulled back, and I could feel his hot breath on my soaked pussy. “Look at you. So fucking pretty.” His tongue grazed against my clit with perfect precision. “So fucking perfect.”
Then his mouth was on me again, covering me, and I felt my climax start to build. Each thrust of his fingers took me higher, pushing sounds up from my chest that I didn’t even recognize as mine.
“I’m gonna come,” I cried. “Please, baby, don’t stop. Please. Please.”
I kept chanting my pleas, begging him for more until suddenly, my body locked, and I screamed his name as my orgasm exploded.
My whole body pulsed, wave after wave, until I was hollowed out. As the explosion receded, I felt as if I was floating, and my limbs felt too weak to hold me up.
Donovan released my clit from his lips and began to nuzzle my pussy, inhaling my scent. His fingers slid out of me, soaked from my climax, and he reached up and circled my nipples, leaving traces of wet on them.
Finally, my heart rate began to slow, and my racing pulse calmed.
Donovan slid back up to a sitting position, silently released my arms from the tee, and dropped it beside the bed while flashing his sexy smirk.
I collapsed on him, bare-chested and skin to skin, my hands automatically sliding up his chest to his shoulders. I could smell myself on him—his face still glistened with me—but going by his self-satisfied, wolfish grin, he didn’t care.
I sank into him, every muscle turning to Jell-O, my brain so wiped out that I couldn’t think straight. Snuggling in, I let myself enjoy the feel of his heartbeat thudding against mine and the scent of his spicy cologne while I tried to remember how to breathe normally again.
After a minute, he gently fisted the back of my hair and tugged my head back to gaze into my eyes. “You good?”
I blinked languidly, smiling like a contented kitten. “Yeah.”
He stroked my hair back from my face, his eyes turning to liquid as they followed his movements. “You’re so beautiful.”
Tears welled in my eyes.
I don’t know why I was so tearful. Maybe I was just spent from the mind-blowing orgasm he’d given me, or the fact that my body had turned to mush.
He smiled and wiped my tears away with his thumbs. “Why are you upset?”
“I’m not upset,” I reassured him. “It’s just been an emotional few days, and I haven’t slept much. Every time you say something pretty, it sends my emotions into overdrive.”
“Who’d have thought that sassy Rosie Woods was such a sensitive soul?”
“There’s more to me than just being lippy, you know, O’Shea,” I snipped.
He rested his forehead against mine. “I know that. You’ve been a rock to me, baby. I don’t know what you did to my accounts, but even I understood them.”
My lips quirked. “They weren’t so bad.”
“Thank you,” he said earnestly. His gaze rested on my mouth, and I felt his cock twitch underneath me.
“I know it’s your turn now, but you’ll have to do the work. My bones are mush.”
He chuckled softly. “Not gonna fuck you, Ro. I just wanted a taste. Something to keep me goin’ while I work for it.”
My heart fluttered inside my chest.
“You’re dangerous,” I murmured.
His head tilted to one side, and he asked, “You scared?”
My lips quirked into a rueful smile. “Fucking terrified.”
“You don’t need to be.” He took a lock of my hair and twirled it between his fingers. “You’re mine now.”
My smile died. “But for how long?”
He paused briefly while he thought about my question, then murmured, “I won’t tell you shit like we’re fated or destined, Posy, because even soulmates aren’t guaranteed to make it.
A relationship can only last when two people fight for it and protect it.
As long as we work on what we’ve got and have each other’s backs, there’s no reason why we can’t go the distance. ”
The words came out full of meaning and determination, like he meant every syllable. I wanted so much to believe him, but the part of me that watched Evan obliterate our marriage, our family, and everything we built together couldn’t shake the feelings of doubt.
He must have seen the shadows flicker behind my eyes because his forehead creased. “You don’t believe me?”
“I’ve never had experience of being with a person who fights to make things stick,” I admitted. “And neither have you.”
“Maybe, but it’s only ‘cause I’ve never met anybody who I wanted to make things stick with.
You say you have doubts, but we’re already doing it, Rosie.
You’ve already gone to bat for me and Imogen, and I’m going to bat for you with your ex.
I’ll make sure you, DJ, and Gabby get through this.
You’ve shown me more understanding in five days than my old man showed me in a lifetime, and I won’t forget that. ”
“Really? I thought Lorcan was a stand-up father.”
I watched the shutters snap over his eyes. “Let’s not ruin the mood.”
“Okay,” I assented softly, but my curiosity was piqued.
The town talked about Lorcan O’Shea as if he were some kind of legend. I’d always got along okay with him; he was charming and had a great sense of humor, but he was a bar owner, so he was probably that way with most people. It wasn’t like I knew him behind closed doors.
It used to be the same way with Evan. When we separated, our friends gravitated toward him because he was such a great guy and our split couldn’t have possibly been his fault.
Even after they discovered he’d had an affair, they made excuses for him.
It was a big part of why I used to spend so much time in Wyoming.
I knew from personal experience that the good guy wasn’t always the hero of the story, but I didn’t want to force Donovan to talk if he wasn’t ready.
We were still new, and I didn’t have an automatic right to his childhood, the same as he didn’t have a right to mine.
If we kept getting closer, we’d eventually work up to it, so I’d let him keep his secrets, at least for now.
“I need a shower,” I declared.
“Same,” he agreed, his sexy grin spreading across his face. “Wanna share?”
I rolled my eyes.
“What?” he asked innocently. “We’ll be doing our bit for the environment and conserving water.”
“I thought you were going to work for it?” I questioned, cocking an eyebrow.
The Dimple flashed. “Baby. If you think what I just did to you wasn’t working for it, I’ll need to do it again, if only to prove a point.”
He had me there.
“Oh, alright then,” I acquiesced. “But no nookie.”
He threw his head back and laughed.
I watched, fascinated because his deep chuckles were infectious, and I really loved that Dimple. Plus, I’d just had the orgasm to end all orgasms, and it was given to me by a gorgeous, hot guy who wanted to fight for me and protect me, and work on what we had so that it went the distance.
Donovan threw back the sheet and got out of bed, then he bent down and grabbed me by the waist and hauled me into his arms bridal-style.
I slapped his chest, and girlie shrieked. “What are you doing?”
“We’re showering.” His arms tightened securely around me, and I felt the heat from his chest sinking through my skin as he moved into the bathroom, gently setting me back on my feet and leaning over me to turn on the shower.
He bent down, and his lips caught mine again, the pressure light and playful. He nipped at my bottom lip and sucked it gently before raising his head again.
Steam already billowed, fogging up the bathroom. He moved me out of the way so he could turn the heat dial down and test the water temperature. Then he yanked his underwear off, making my breath catch.
With a flick of his chin, he silently ordered me to do the same, which I did, but only after pressing my hand to my throat and widening my eyes to make a show of being scandalized.
Smiling, he stepped into the cubicle first, and I followed, wrapping my arms around his slick, muscular torso. I pressed my cheek against his back, loving the way the water beaded and ran down his tattooed skin. He was warm and solid, and somehow touching him made me feel grounded again.
Donovan leaned with one hand flat against the tiled wall while the other hand lowered and grasped his semi-hard cock. Then, bowing his head, he closed his eyes while I kissed his spine and rubbed shower gel into his skin as he stroked himself to orgasm.
When Donovan’s soft grunts alerted me to the fact that he was close, I slid my hands around to his front and gently squeezed his balls, pressing my breasts against his back.
“Come for me, honey,” I breathed, squeezing him a little harder, loving the way his dick hardened even more and his balls pulled taut.
With a groan, he threw his head back and cursed softly as he began to climax.
I held tightly onto him, urging him on while he fucked his hand. Ropes of cum began to hit the tiled shower wall, and his hips bucked rhythmically as I ran my fingers all over him, feeling every inch of his warm skin.
Eventually, his strokes slowed. Opening his eyes, he swiveled his neck around and peered at me over his shoulder. “How the fuck did I just come harder than a damned freight train when I didn’t even get to fuck you?”
“Tell me about it,” I answered softly. “I experienced the same thing not ten minutes ago.”
He chuckled and turned his body toward mine, sliding his arms over my shoulders and gathering me close until his muscled biceps wrapped around my neck.
Looking down, he kissed me softly on the lips.
“Best day ever. Got you and my girl, and we’re going home to start our new chapter, Rosie Posy.
It’s not gonna be perfect, but I’m determined to make it as pretty damned close to perfect as I can for at least ninety-five percent of the time. ”
It was crazy, but I believed him.
Over the years, I’d been subjected to liars, cheats, and assholes, so I recognized the decent men when I saw them.
And there was no question in my mind that Donovan O’Shea was decent down to the core.