Wild Irish Envy (Copperline #2) (18 page)

“You don’t have to stay,” she said quietly when she noted I was behind her.

“I know,” I replied.

Her face was downcast, her cheeks streaked with dark mascara that made her skin seem even more pale. Her hand trembled as she tried to unlock the exterior door, so badly that she couldn’t get the key in place. I took it from her, and she flinched at the brush of my hand against hers.

She kept her gaze on the floor as we stepped into the lift, similarly as she waited for me to unlock the door to her flat. Then she stepped inside and walked to look out the window into the darkness. Out over the river and the city lights.

“You should go, Denny,” she whispered.

“Where is your roommate?”

“Brigit went home to Rathmullan for the weekend,” she murmured, listless as though she was in shock. “Maeve was planning to stay with her boyfriend tonight, if she could find him.”

“So what would—”

“I’m okay,” she said quickly. “Just go.”

She was still shaking, still sounded hollow and frail.

“You’re not okay, Fliss.”

“I’m fine, Denny,” she whispered.

“Fliss…”

I said it under my breath, more to myself than to her, but the response was the same as if I’d shouted it.

She suddenly whirled around to face me, tears once again streaming down her cheeks. “Just go!” Her voice was hoarse and frantic. “Go. Go away. Leave me alone.”

“I’m trying to help you. Whatcha going mad for?”

“You’re trying to help me? Then why didn’t you stop me?” she sobbed. She shook her head and closed her eyes, dropping her voice to what was barely a breath. “You were supposed to stop me.”

“Fliss, I am not your feckin’ hero.”

“But you are,” she sobbed, shaking her head. Her voice stayed a raspy whisper, choked with emotion. “You always were.”

“Well, I shouldn’t have been.”

“Why, Denny? Why didn’t
you
ever want me?”

“Jaysus! I didn’t want ya?” It suddenly all broke loose inside me. Seeing her tonight, seeing the lengths she’d go to, I suddenly couldn’t hold back anymore. “I wish I didn’t feckin’ want ya.”

I paced the room, scowling at her in my frustration. My head felt like it was going to explode, and a rabid, nervous energy pulsed through my veins.

“How did it feel, Fliss? Knowing I was watching that little tosser taste you? Knowing I was watching when you wrapped your lips around that Sam bloke’s cock?”

“I don’t get it,” she cried as tears poured down her cheeks. “That first day I met you, I felt something so strong. I swore you wanted me. I saw it in your eyes, in your smile. Everything you said and every move you made.” She shook her head and closed her eyes, fighting back more tears. “But it was like I imagined it all. God, Denny, ever since that day, I’ve just wanted you to want me. It’s insane. I don’t understand this fixation with you, but I can’t stop it. I can’t help it. And tonight… I know you like to watch. I just wanted you to see me. To watch me… to want me.”

“I’m not supposed to want you,” I ground out as I moved closer, backing her up against the wall. “I was never supposed to want you. You’re Trent’s girl.”

“Trent’s gone!” she shouted. “He has been for a long time, and I was barely his girl even then. You know he had so many others, and I was only with him for a few months. Years ago. He’s gone, but I’m still here. I’m alive, and I’ve never forgotten the way that
you
made me feel. I’m not okay. I’m not… God, I’m not…” Sobs began shaking her shoulders as the tears poured from her tightly closed eyes. “Do you really hate me so much?”

“Hate you? What are ya on about? Fliss—”

“Because of what happened… when he died…”

“I don’t hate you. I have never hated you, even when I pretended to.” I lifted my hand, cupping her jaw, cradling it to bring her gaze up to meet mine. “Quite the opposite, actually. I wish I did hate ya, though. It would make this so much easier,” I groaned. “Because, Fliss, I do hate that I want ya.”

Her breath caught as she looked up at me.

“I couldn’t be around you because I wanted you so badly. You were Trent’s girl, and I wanted ya. I’m a right bloody bastard because I still want ya.” My voice broke as I lowered my lips to hover just a breath above hers. “And I feckin’ hate myself for it. I hate how much I feckin’ ache for ya.”

I slammed my mouth down over hers, crushing her lips as I devoured her with my kiss. Long, hard, and thorough. Like I’d been dying to for years, since the kiss at Trent’s funeral that should have never happened. Since before then, every time I saw her in Trent’s arms.

Since that first day as we stood in the alcove of Montana Tech’s Main Hall.

“It’s never been that I hated you,” I ground out against her lips, then rained hard, biting kisses down her neck as she moaned into my ear. “I wanted ya, Fliss. You were Trent’s girl, and I coveted ya.”

It was so wrong. My brain screamed at me that I shouldn’t be doing this. That she was off limits. She always had been. I was a feckin’ bastard.

But with the return of her lips to mine, my soul soared. When her arms slipped up around my neck to pull me closer, for the first time I could remember, I felt whole. I’d never known anything like it. The torture of my conscience faded, that icy shard of pain melted away.

“Jaysus, Fliss,” I growled against her lips and slammed her hard up against the wall, pressing against her soft little body.

I kissed her like I was starving, like I was dying. I kissed her with a passion I didn't know even existed inside me. I wanted to inhale her, to absorb her.

She clung to me, kissing me back with the same fire that burned through my own bloodstream. I swallowed her moans and her gasps, her sweet shaky sobs as I ran my hands over her curves. Her fingertips crept up my chest to curl around the back of my neck. Flush up against me, she molded herself into my body. Every touch of her fingers burned my skin, every brush of her lips pulled me closer and made me want her even more. She was addictive and intoxicating.

With one hand down over her arse, my other hand cupped the warm, soft swell of her breast. She gasped against my lips and leaned into my touch. The pressure of her mouth on mine increased and she writhed against me, silently begging for more. My head swam, my mind only able to focus on her — the taste of her and the feel of her. The light, fresh scent of her surrounded me, and her faint whimpers sounded in my ears.

Her nipple hardened under my hand, palpable through the thin fabric of her dress. I toyed with it, drawing a deep, blissful moan from her lips. Her fingernails dug into my shoulders, a painfully erotic sensation that made the blood surge to my cock. I ground hard up against her in agony, needing her to touch me like I've never needed anything before. Her hands dropped from my shoulders to scrape down my abs.

“Denny,” she breathed into my mouth as she fumbled with the fly to my jeans. “Please…”

I groaned when her hand freed my aching length, squeezing and pumping it slowly, toying with the small barbells, coating them with the slick precum that had already seeped out of me. “Spread your legs for me, Fliss.”

Mindlessly, I ran my hands down the back of her thighs and lifted. As I’d hoarsely demanded, she spread her legs, raking her knickers to the side, and I caught a glimpse of her sweet bare pussy. My dick slid along her hot little slit, soaked with her arousal. A moment later, with a few light, teasing pumps of my hips, the head of my cock found her entrance and dipped inside, catching each barbell of my ladder on her slick opening.

The power of that touch shocked me to my very core. I never knew pussy could feel quite that amazing.

As I pressed into her heated, wet flesh, I held her arse in a bruising grip. Up against the wall in her dimly lit flat, I found Eden inside her as a ragged sob broke free from her throat.

“Yes,” she breathed in a rough, hoarse cry, “please, Denny. I’ve wanted you for so long. Please fuck me.”

With that soft, anguished request, I pushed home, brutal and fast, and Fliss cried out. I crushed her lips with mine to catch the sound.

“Shh,” I whispered against her mouth. “You’re gonna have t’ neighbors breaking down t’ feckin’ door.”

Jaysus
, it was so amazing, so overpowering, that I lost control of my speech. The ‘
th’
sound I’d worked so hard to enunciate for years completely left me. I suddenly didn’t care if I sounded completely common. Nothing mattered but the tight, hot squeeze of Fliss’ pussy around me.

“God, Denny,” she sobbed in a harsh whisper, “you feel so… oh my God.”

A primal sense of pride burned through my bloodstream as I pulled partly out, teasing her sweet, wet center. The cool air of the room chilling the wetness that coated my cock.

“I’d close my eyes and see you,” Fliss moaned. “I’d open my eyes and see you. I always wanted it to be you.”

Then I rammed into her again, anticipating and catching the scream in my mouth.

Again, giving it to her harder.

Again, scraping her body up against the wall. I ground my hips against hers and growled down her throat, feeling the responding tight squeeze of her around me that pulled at my piercings.

I first slipped one hand around and under one of her legs, then the other, and spread her wide up against the wall. The frantic speed of my thrusts, the violent pounding of our union, jolted her body, and her beautiful tits bounced deliciously every time I buried myself inside her. Her fingertips clawed into my arms and shoulders. Her cries grew louder, and I whispered ‘
shh’
between ferocious kisses.

Everything about that moment was pure animalistic lust. Rough and gritty. I knew I couldn’t last long, and I pounded into her brutally, relishing in the little pained gasps she whimpered into my mouth. Delighting in the painful pull as she tightened around me.

And suddenly, Fliss let out a shrill, feral cry full of release and ecstasy. Her body seized tight, then shook viciously, freeing the last of my hold on reality. I flooded her with my cum and collapsed against the wall, against her, as the pounding of my heart seemed to reverberate through my head.

My mind went blank. My legs collapsed and we slid down the wall in a tangle of limbs, clutching each other closer in desperation as she milked every last drop of my release.

“So you were trying to make me jealous? To see if I would break? That’s what you were doing?”

We were still on the floor near the window, her face buried in my neck. I wasn’t sure how long we’d been like that, feeling as though time had simply stopped. Still buried inside her, but our gasping breath had calmed. Our hearts had gone back to a regular rate.

“Yes,” she answered honestly with a nod against my skin. “I wanted you to stop me… to make me yours.”

Pulling her closer, if it was even possible, I wrapped my arms more tightly around her slender shoulders. Her hair looked wild, all tangled and knotted. I could faintly smell those manky fuckers on her skin, and I wanted to wash away her sins. I wanted to cleanse her and grant her absolution.

I rose to stand, groaning as my cock slipped out of her, then pulled her up with me and led her to the bath. As the tub began to fill, I slowly untied the string that secured her dress, unwrapping her and pulling away dirty fabric, slipping it down her arms. She trembled, her heavy breasts lifting with ragged breathing as her nipples puckered tightly. Goosebumps rose on her flesh, almost highlighting her luscious curves. Bare, smooth skin that just begged for my mouth.

So, even though she still smelled like those dogging bastards, I lowered my head, flicking her nipple with my tongue and pulling at it gently with my teeth. Her head fell back as she moaned. I closed my lips over her flesh and her arms came around my neck, her fingertips tangling into my hair and spurring on my lust.

Straightening upright, I reached over my shoulder and hiked up the back of my t-shirt, pulling away for a moment to tug it off over my head. Fliss’ hands traced the colorful lines of my tats, studying the artwork that lay across my chest and down my arm. I glanced towards the tub, seeing it almost full, and released her for a moment, steadying her up against the wall, as I turned off the taps. Then I slid her lacy knickers down her legs, quickly shucked off my jeans, and led her into the warm, clean water.