Chapter 6 #2
I oblige, hooking one of her legs over my shoulder, changing the angle. She cries out, her body trembling under me.
Her hands move to my chest, pushing slightly, and I know what she wants.
I flip us again, so she’s on top, straddling me.
She leans down, her hair falling around us like a curtain, and kisses me deeply before sitting up.
She rides me hard, her hips rolling, her body chasing its own rhythm, taking what she wants from me.
I watch her, mesmerised by the sight of her losing control, her skin flushed and damp, her eyes wild and locked onto mine.
She’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen, fierce and free, taking her pleasure like she takes everything else—on her terms.
I reach up, gripping her hips, feeling the muscle and bone moving under her skin.
She leans forward, bracing her hands on my chest. She grinds down on me, hard and slow, and I groan, the sound pulled from deep in my fucking soul.
Her smile is wicked, triumphant, as she repeats the motion, driving me closer to the edge.
I want to hold on, to make this last forever, but she feels too good, too perfect.
“Dervla,” I growl. She responds by leaning down, her mouth claiming mine in a fierce, hungry kiss.
Her tongue sweeps over mine as I slide my hand into her hair, gripping it tightly as I deepen the kiss.
She moans into my mouth, her body moving faster, with more urgency.
I can feel her getting close again, her cunt clenching around me, her breath hitching.
I break the kiss, wanting to see the moment she breaks again.
Her eyes are wild, her cheeks flushed, and her lips swollen from our kisses. She’s fucking gorgeous like this, raw and real and mine. I thrust up into her, meeting her movements, our bodies slapping together in a brutal rhythm.
“Declan,” she pants, her voice breathless and desperate. “I’m close. I’m so fucking close.”
I reach between us, pressing my thumb against her clit, pinching, twisting until she cries out. Her body jerks, her eyes rolling back, and she comes hard, her pussy convulsing around me. I grip her hips tightly, holding her down as I thrust up into her, ready to fucking flood her.
The pleasure tears through me, hot and total. My cock pulses as I come inside her in an orgasm that makes me grunt with complete satisfaction.
“I love you,” I mutter. “Fuck, I love you.”
“Good,” she pants. “Because I fucking love you too.”
I slide my hands up her thighs to her hips and hold there, not trying to control, just needing contact while the room settles around us. Rain at the window. My breathing. Hers. The old house creaks under the weight of too many secrets.
Dervla pushes damp hair off her face. “That is a spectacularly bad time for us to become emotionally honest.”
“Honesty is always the best policy,” I remark.
She snorts and climbs off me, picking her clothes up and just like that, it’s over. “I want to know what Troy is doing,” she says.
“I’ll go with Aidan and Cormac. You stay here and watch from the window. He could be a decoy to draw you out.”
She looks like she is about to argue, but she doesn’t. Instead, she nods. “Okay. While you are out there, find Gallagher and Roisin’s position. Two roads away is a bit vague.”
“On it,” I say, sitting up and stretching before I rise and sort my clothing situation out. I cross over to her and grip the back of her head, kissing her roughly. “I won’t ask what Alanna said, but if you want to talk about it, I’m here.”
“Thanks,” she says with a weak smile and leaves it at that.
So I move, opening the door and heading downstairs, calling for Aidan and Cormac.
They are both in the sitting room and come out with curious expressions.
“Where are you going?” Aidan asks as I pull on my jacket.
“Troy Kavanagh is lurking outside,” I say. “Dervla spotted him across the road. I’m going to see what the little fucker wants and find Gallagher and Roisin while I’m at it.”
“Does she know not to come out?” Cormac asks with a laugh.
“She does. She isn’t stupid. She is volatile, but she knows not to move.”
“I heard that,” she calls down the stairs. “You weren’t complaining about my volatility when I was coming all over your dick.”
I chuckle darkly. “No, I sure wasn’t.”
Aidan reaches for his coat, ignoring it with an eye roll. “If Troy is here on someone else’s behalf, I want to know whose.”
“That’s the spirit,” I mutter.
We move fast. Guns checked. Phones in pockets. The whole house has that charged feel now, like the walls know something ugly is about to knock.
Pulling open the door, the cold, damp air hits hard. The afternoon is turning darker again, cloud rolling low, rain hanging in the air without properly committing. Two guards turn to glare at me.
“We are going to find someone,” I say curtly to one of them.
He nods and closes the door behind me with a solid thump and moves across it. Only a fool would try to get past him.
Cormac and Aidan fall in on either side of me as we head down the drive.
Across the road, the campus stretches out in front of us. Troy could be anywhere by now.
“Troy was where?” Aidan asks.
“Across from Dervla’s room. Moving slow like he wanted to be seen without admitting it.”
We cross the road.
My boots hit wet tarmac, then gravel at the edge of the verge. I glance up once, to her window. The curtain is cracked just enough.
“Left,” I say. “Around the back.”
We cut that way along the hedge bordering the lane.
“You think he went around to the back lane?” Cormac asks.
“Who knows? That’s why we’re checking.”
The back lane is narrow, half-choked by overgrown hedging and the sort of muddy tyre ruts that tell me people use it when they don’t want to be seen from the main road.
Aidan scans ahead. Cormac checks behind us once, then keeps moving. None of us speaks for a few seconds because the rain has picked up from mist to a proper nuisance, and every sound carries strangely in it.
The back lane is empty.
“It was a long shot. We saw him a bit ago,” I say, mostly to myself.
Cormac snorts. “And you didn’t come out straight away because having Dervla come all over your dick was the more pleasant option.”
“Do you blame me? She jumped me.”
“Lucky you,” Aidan murmurs, looking around. “Troy isn’t here. Let’s see if we can find Gallagher and Roisin.”
I nod, knowing Troy is up to no good, that’s his default setting, but walking around in the pissing down rain looking for him is a pointless exercise right now. “Let’s go,” I say and head in the direction that seems most likely.