“Easy, sweetie,” I said and grabbed her knees. “Let me take my jeans off first.”
I got my jeans down to my knees before I couldn’t hold off anymore. My hands grabbed at her sides and pulled her to the edge of the bed. With her legs spreading, giving me herself, I took it all for my own. I thrust at her, breaking her open again, and sank deep. She wrapped around me impossibly tight, obvious that I had given too much all at once to her. Shayna’s mouth was wide open as she tried to scream, but a hoarse cry came out.
I slowly pulled back and watched as Shayna grabbed the sheets, her fingers curled tight. She flexed her ass and lifted herself to me. I stared down and watched my cock slide out of her, glistening with the sweetest desire I ever knew.
When I felt - and saw - the tip of my dick ready to ease out, I thrust right back in.
I lowered my body down to hers, one hand cradling behind her head. My other hand pressed firmly on the bed, my feet on the floor, and I fucked her. Each thrust brought a new sound from Shayna. Cries, groans, moans, whimpering, it was a symphony of pleasure that I orchestrated on my own. She locked her ankles behind me, wanting me to stay nice and deep - something I had no fucking problem with.
The deeper I sank the more I felt. The warmth of depths, maybe parts that were never explored before.
I kissed her chest, her neck, flirted with her lips, nibbled her ears. I was everywhere I could be all at once, never wanting to fuck someone like I wanted to fuck Shayna. And the craziest part of it all? We weren’t actually fucking. We were loving each other. The way our tongues touched when we kissed felt good. The way our bodies collided with intention that went further than pleasure and climax.
I fucking loved her. I knew how to say it and now I was showing it to her.
My hands traced every curve she had to offer, leaving my callused fingers like mush, never to forget what Shayna really felt like.
I rested my forehead to hers, losing my own damn breath as I kept going faster and faster. The room suddenly felt like the dead of a record hot summer. Our sweat mixed as our bodies did.
When I started to come, I thrust and held deep. Shayna let out a cry with the first spurt of orgasm. She then dug her heels to the back of my legs, just under my ass, and made sure I didn’t leave her. Her hips rocked left to right, her sex clung to me, releasing me over and over.
All I could think about was the pregnancy test. How badly I now wanted it to be positive. To share something so intense and beautiful with Shayna. As though escaping this situation with our lives wasn’t enough.
We eased down together, but we didn’t move. We slowly and softly kissed. I never took the time to appreciate a woman’s lips before. Or the taste of a woman’s tongue. Or how she kissed. Or the feeling of two hearts racing as our chests touched.
I blinked and realized I was getting emotional. At the same time I saw a stray tear escape from Shayna’s eye and run down her cheek, collecting with a diamond bead of sweat.
I brought my hand to her face and wiped it all away.
“I love you,” I said.
“I love you too, Finn.”
Nothing felt so good.
I kissed her again and then there was a loud THUD at the bedroom door.
“Are you done yet?” Cormac’s half drunk voice yelled.
“Ah, fuck,” I whispered, smiling. “He heard us.”
“Good,” Shayna said. “Go talk to him. Just don’t get into a fight again.”
I pushed myself off Shayna. “That I can’t promise, sweetie.”
I lifted my jeans and stared at the naked woman on my bed. I could go blind and I’d still be able to see her beauty.
An idea came to me.
The riskiest thing I could possibly do, considering who I was and where I came from. But to save Shayna, to save the life that was potentially inside her…
I was going to go above Fiore… and put my life on the line.
~
“What happened? She… Shayna showed me her tits?”
I gritted my teeth and gave a nod. “Yeah. You don’t remember?”
“Goddammit,” Cormac said. He put the coffee mug to his lips and drank. It was black coffee, almost thick as mud. Each sip seemed to bring him more to life. “I don’t believe it.”
“Put it this way,” I said, “if you did remember, there was a good chance I would rip your eyes out of your head.”
Cormac raised an eyebrow. “Hm… I bet they’re nice. Can I see them again?”
“You fucking…”
“I’m joking, brother,” Cormac said.
I let a few seconds pass. There was a bottle of aspirin on the table, tipped over, pills scattered. I wasn’t sure how many he’d taken by now. Hell, he could probably take the entire bottle and eat the damn container and it wouldn’t help the headache he had. I could almost literally see the veins in his head throbbing.
“Hey,” I said. “I’ve only seen you like this once before.”
Cormac looked me dead in the eyes. And his eyes went red.
Ah, fuck, he was going to cry again.
“Today was the day,” Cormac said.
“What day?”