Shattered Hearts (Irish Kings #1)

18. Finn

Chapter 18

Finn

I’m in too deep, and I’m not talking about my dick.

On my knees gazing down at her naked body, her legs splayed open for me, her skin flushing and her eyes alight with longing…she’s driving me wild. I haven’t put my cock inside her yet, and I already know I’ll kill the next guy who tries to sleep with her. Every possessive cell in body snarls and snaps and insists no one else can touch her.

No one but me. Ever again.

I press the tip of my cock into her opening. I’m not even an inch in before my eyes roll back in my head. If less than an inch of Riley’s pussy does this to me, what the fuck is going to happen when I’m balls deep?

“I’m going to be tight.” Heat blankets her flushed cheeks. “It’s been years since anyone…”

“It’s been years for me too.” I feel the full force of that in every corner of my body. Riley’s the first woman since Bri.

I brace for sickening guilt, but nothing happens.

Instead, I thrust the rest of my cock into Riley and almost come on the spot. “ Fuck , angel. You feel like heaven.”

She gasps as I seat myself fully. I bend over her in intense pleasure. Her hands slide up and around my neck, pulling me tighter against her.

Her pussy feels like wet silk.

She winces as I retreat and thrust in again, stretching her tight channel.

I go still above her. “You okay?”

Riley’s eyes drift shut, and she gives me the faintest nod.

Still not moving, I brush her cheek with my knuckles. “The last thing I want to do is hurt you.”

“You’re not…hurting me.” Her eyes flutter open. “Promise.”

That’s all the confirmation I need.

Time slips past, and the flecks of discomfort in Riley’s beautiful eyes disappear.

I can feel the difference in her pussy. Somehow, my attempts to fuck her slow have morphed into me pounding her like this is the only chance I’ll have.

And maybe it is.

As we settle into a rhythm, breathless mumbles punctuate the moans that tumble from her throat.

“Oh my god, Finn.” She rakes her nails down my back. “ Right there .”

She starts whimpering my name.

“Tell me what you need.” I force myself to hold on a moment longer.

“You.” She lets out a throaty moan. “Hard and deep.”

Holy fuck.

I prop her thighs over my hips and ram into her, over and over again. Riley’s sweet pussy clenching my shaft is the best thing I’ve ever felt. Pleasure builds at the base of my spine, and any second, this sweet little pussy of hers is going to suck the cum right out of me.

Despite warning myself to stay emotionally detached, I push her hands to the mattress and thread our fingers together. My release barrels toward me as Riley flutters around my cock. Her heels dig into my ass, urging me to keep up the pace as we get lost in each other’s eyes.

Riley’s legs start to shake. A shudder tears through me just as she jerks and screams my name. I come inside her so hard and so much, my load is going to be leaking out of her for days. When the spike of satisfaction passes enough that I can feel the euphoric afterglow taking over, I collapse onto Riley, both of us panting, eyes wide open as we gaze at each other.

As the bliss slowly fades, fear creeps in. How the hell am I going to get through the rest of my life without fucking Riley Brennan every single day?

Still inside her, I lower my lips to hers, tasting and exploring every part of her mouth. We stay like that for minutes or hours. I’m really not sure. When I do roll off of her, I catch a glimpse of the alarm clock on my bedside table. It’s ten in the morning.

Riley follows my gaze. “You have work today?”

Work is the farthest thing from my mind. “Today’s my day off.”

“Mine too.”

The same thought passes between us. We’re both free for nearly twenty-four hours. Nothing to do. Nowhere to be. All these integers add up to sex marathon in my head, and with that blush on Riley’s face, I hope and pray she’s thinking the same thing. My cock hasn’t been out of her very long, and it’s already standing back up for an encore.

“I…” Riley’s blush deepens, and all I want to do is pin her down and make her scream my name again. “Can I take a shower?”

“You don’t need my permission.”

“I know. But I don’t know where your bathroom is…”

Of course that’s what she means. We left for the diner in such haste last night, I never had a chance to show Riley around.

Naked, I lead Riley around my apartment to familiarize her with the layout. Then I step into my bathroom and show her how things work.

And since my shower is tricky, it’s only gentlemanly of me to climb in with her so I can teach her the differences between all the identical silver knobs.

“This one for the portable showerhead, this one for the main, this one for hot, and this one for cold.”

“And this one turns on the water?”

“No. That one?—”

Riley turns the knob before I can correct her, and a blast of ice cold water from the showerhead on the opposite wall douses me from behind.

She shuts the water off as fast as she can, covering her mouth with her hands. “I’m so sorry.”

My back muscles twitch from the frigid temperature, and my hair’s dripping onto my shoulders. “Shit. That was cold.”

“That was an accident.” She steps back. “I swear.”

“But this isn’t.” I twist one of the knobs, and this time water sprays her, pelting her in the face. “Now we’re even.”

“You’re such an ass!” With a squeal, Riley lurches out of the ice cold splash zone right into me.

As soon as I find her in my arms, it’s over. “Never said I wasn’t.”

My brakes bust the second I kiss her. Slowing down is impossible now.

“I didn’t plan this, you know.” Her lips tilt up in a lazy grin as I twirl her around and press her against the nearest glass wall, her back to my chest.

“Uh-huh.” I bite her shoulder, and she leans her head back like she wants my teeth on her neck too.

She’s about to say something else with that smart little mouth, but grinding my cock against her ass silences her.

I lean down to whisper in her ear. “I want to fuck you until your pussy molds to the shape of my dick.”

A sexy little noise escapes her lips. “Guess you’d better get started then.”

Soon, steam cakes the glass walls of my shower and makes our faces shine as I fuck her from behind. Hot water rains down on our slick, damp bodies. My bathroom is an echo chamber, and Riley’s moans make the hottest music I’ve ever heard. The clapping of my body against hers creates a hypnotic backbeat.

Her blond waves darken under the weight of the water, clinging to her shoulders and back.

I reach around her with my right hand and start working her clit as I drive my cock in and out. Her moans change into small bursts of shock and pleasure. I kiss the back of her neck while my left hand finds her full breast and pinches her nipple.

She comes undone, and I follow.

After that, we shower the right way. With soap and shampoo. Once we finish, we both collapse into bed, exhausted. As fatigue sinks in, I don’t think twice about pulling Riley’s back to my chest and spooning her.

After sleeping for four hours, I wake up hungry enough for three people, so I call down to the kitchen.

While we wait for our meal, I can’t stop myself from tracking Riley’s every move. It’s like having a unicorn in my house. My place takes on a whole new appearance with her floating around in jean shorts and a Stevie Nicks t-shirt, her long hair sitting high on her head in a ponytail. And me just as casual around her, wearing sweats and a t-shirt like it’s any normal day at the mansion.

I should feel strange having a houseguest, let alone a lover , wandering around this place. Instead, I can’t remember what my apartment even looked like before today. A side effect of eating Riley’s pussy is short-term memory loss, apparently.

Half an hour later, the cook delivers a tray with our meal. Riley disappears into the bathroom when the food arrives so no one will see her here.

I usher the cook to my kitchen, where he sets out the feast I ordered on my island. And when he’s gone, I knock on the bathroom door to tell Riley the coast is clear.

When she finds me in the kitchen, most of the pancakes and half the omelet have already vanished from the spread.

“You’re like a vacuum cleaner.” She eyes everything like she doesn’t know where to start. “How do you eat so fast?”

She migrates around the island to take in the other half of the feast, but when she gets close enough to me, I pull her down into my lap and cross my arms over her thighs like a seat belt.

“What can I say? When I want something, I want it now .”

I love the sensation of Riley’s weight on top of me. My dick loves it too.

Inhaling her lavender scent, I bury my nose in her neck. She shivers in my embrace like I tickled her.

“Okay, okay.” The words come out breathy. “Time for some food.”

“I’m not stopping you.”

She tries to stand from my lap, but I pull her back down. With one hand, I hold her in place, and with the other, I swipe a cherry cheese tart off a tray.

“Is there something I can help you with?” Still in my lap, she swivels to one side so she can see me. Surprise flickers across her face when I lift the tart to her mouth.

“Eat.”

I don’t realize that this moment is a strange echo of us feeding each other cake at the reception until Riley gives me an unamused look.

“Can’t a gracious host feed his honored guest?” Only when I quirk an eyebrow at her does she decide to cut me a break and open that mouth I can’t get enough of.

I slide the golden, flaky pastry into her mouth, and when she bites into it, there’s magic in her eyes that only a delicious dessert can create.

She makes a noise similar to her sex moans from the shower. “Mmm…that’s amazing.”

“You’re welcome.” I bite into the pastry myself, and the tart cherries mixed with flaky butter is so good that I devour the rest.

Riley watches like she’s enjoying a show.

I swallow my final bite. “What?”

“You really like sweets, don’t you?”

“Shut up.” A reflex. I don’t like to talk about my sweet tooth. It reminds me too much of my mother.

She smirks. “Is an enforcer with a massive sweet tooth taboo or something?”

I jut up from my seat, taking her with me. When she regains her balance, I have her cornered against the island. Her eyes lock on mine.

“You enjoy pushing my buttons, don’t you?”

Before one more word comes out of her mouth, I take her lips in mine. What started as me feeding her brunch transforms into me feeding her pussy with my cock all over the clean half of the island.

God, I’ve never been so aroused in my life. I can’t remember ever having sex this great either. Maybe it’s three years of celibacy or maybe it’s Riley Brennan. Maybe it’s both. Whatever’s the culprit, I can’t get my dick to stay down.

“Mm.” I ram my cock into her, all the way to the hilt. My fists are coiled around her ankles. Arms open wide, I’m holding her legs straight apart. Riley’s back is on the island. While her hands scramble against the countertop for purchase, I throw my cock into her hard and fast.

“Your pussy…” I sound so angry when I talk to her like this. “It’s a real wonderland . Anyone ever told you that?”

“No one’s ever—” Her eyes roll, and she mouths fuck a few times before she gets back to that sentence. “No one’s ever used it like this before.”

Those words start a party in my chest. My pride and every possessive impulse I have share a goddamn toast when she tells me I’m the only one who’s fucked her like this.

“I guess that means you’re mine for the taking.” I shove my cock in and leave it there. “ All mine .”

Riley gives me a feverish look. Because of her sexiness, no part of my body works normally around her except for my cock.

She makes me come again. Jesus, this woman.

This time, I bust all over her navel.

In the bathroom afterward, we share another quick shower.

I’ve made her scream, shout, shake, and writhe, but she still hasn’t come on my cock the way I want her to. Maybe I need to eat her again…

Then Riley’s sex toy flashes through my mind.

Maybe, what really gets her off is….

Just the thought my dick shift.

I dry my face with a rough towel.

What the hell is wrong with me? I’m acting like a horny teenager without an ounce of self-control. What if all Riley wanted to do today was sleep? We were out all night, and the night before, Dumbass Sullivan attacked her. A lot’s going on.

When I exit the bathroom, I stalk toward the den.

I’ve fucked Riley three times today already and it’s not even two in the afternoon.

I should stop being so fucking selfish and let her spend her day off however she wants—When I glance up and find her still naked, walking around the small group of furniture I refer to as my home office, every thought in my head evaporates.

“What are you doing?”

She jumps, turning to find me behind her.

“Nothing. I didn’t notice you had an office.”

“Yeah, well, you’re new around here.”

As I approach her, she backs up a little. For some reason, I like that. I like that she’s nervous around me. Even if the orgasm score is three-to-one, at least I know I have an effect on her.

Riley eyes the clothes I put on and folds her arms over her bare breasts.

“You done in the bathroom?” She starts to move past me. “I’ll go get dressed.”

I block her path. “Don’t you dare.”

“Oh, you’re allowed to wear clothes, but not me?”

“House rules.” My hands snake around her waist and I seat her on my desk. It’s the perfect height. Kissing her is easy. Putting my cock inside her again will be too.

“How many times a day is enough…for you…” Her question fades when I bring her breasts to my mouth one at a time and knead her nipples with my teeth. She groans, her fingers knotting in my hair. I suck her nipples until her breathing becomes irregular and she starts arching her back.

When I release them, she says, “Finn Gallagher, where did you learn to do that?”

I can’t keep the victorious smile off my face. “Why do you assume I’m not naturally talented?”

I drop my pants. No idea why I put them back on anyway. Obviously, my dick’s in charge today.

Pressing my forehead to hers, our lips come together like friends.

“Hold onto me.”

Without another word, Riley hooks her arms around my neck. Her obedience turns me on so much, my brain clears, every thought melting into pure, unfiltered lust.

“Spread those legs.”

She opens her thighs enough for me to step between them and curl my palms around the sides.

When I slide my throbbing dick into her, both of us go rigid with pleasure.

Riley stifles a whimper, dropping her head onto my shoulder. “ Give it to me .”

“Like this?” I whisper, pushing in deep.

She nods multiple times into my neck. “God, yes.”

I hammer her pussy as if my life depends on it, dropping my head into her hair.

“Come for me.”

Between moans, she bites my neck. “Make me.”

Those two words taunt me, turn me on, and annoy me more than any two words ever have before.

After ripping my cock out of her, the speed with which I get her face down on my desk scares me. I’m back inside of her—this time with a hand around her neck—in a matter of seconds. While I force my cock in and out of her, she cries out against the mahogany beneath her perfect lips.

“ Fuck , Riley.” I watch myself do it, over and over, like a hypnosis video. “Your pussy was made for me.”

But the more I stare at her perfect ass, the more I’m overcome with the need to claim it too.

The impulse to impale her ass gets so strong, I pull out of her pussy and let go of her neck. She lifts her head and gazes at me from over her shoulder. That face she’s making, coupled with her flawless ass sitting open in front of me, is almost too much. Shit, I’m just one man.

She blinks at me, hot and hazy. “What is it?”

“Talk to me about this ass.”

She gives me a blank stare for about thirty seconds before understanding widens her eyes. Then she cuts them at me. “Don’t even think about it.”

I shoot her a contemplative glance. “You don’t like anal?”

“None of your business.”

Riley stands up, and I backstep to give her some room. When she turns to me, I can tell she’s self-conscious… But why? I’ve been inside her body all damn day.

“It’s nothing to be ashamed of.”

She snaps at me. “Who’s ashamed?”

Gently, I gather her into my arms in order to get a good look at her eyes. I need to know what this is about, and figuring it out is going to take a little finesse.

“Tell me honestly.” I kiss her cheek.

“Finn—”

I kiss her fiercely and don’t stop until we’re both breathing heavily. One of my hands gropes her ass, and the other slides between her cheeks to rub a circle around her little rosebud, making her mewl. Maybe she’s not ready yet, but she will be soon. I won’t stop until I claim Riley in every way.