Wild Irish Envy (Copperline #2) (31 page)

“Let’s go home and do this again in our bed where I lay there and ache for ya,” I whispered, and Fliss weakly nodded into my shoulder.

“Okay,” she said breathlessly.

We were treated with more than a few jeers and cat calls as we emerged from the bathroom. But I couldn’t be arsed to give two fucks. My dick was still wet from her and I was already hard as a feckin’ stone again. I pulled her along behind me to the door, essentially ignoring everyone as I pushed through the crowd.

“You guys leaving so soon?” Justin laughed.

“Would ya ever just fuck off, you eejit,” I growled.

“I’d say they’ve made up,” Drew smiled, then leaned into me. “No thanks necessary, buddy.”

I almost told him to feck off, too, but ended up pausing for a second as we walked by him. “Sorry for being a wanker to ya, Drew.”

“Meh, I figured it would be a matter of time before you figured the truth out for yourself,” he grinned. “Now, get the fuck out of here.”

A few minutes later, and I opened the driver door to my truck, practically throwing Fliss inside, then laying my hand possessively on her thigh as I climbed in beside her. I wanted her right up against me for the quick trip home. I didn’t want her thinking about what had happened back there.

I just wanted more of it.

I could feel the uncertainty vibrating through her, radiating into my chest and tightening around my heart, but I pushed the feeling away. Brushing my thumb along her inner thigh, my fingertips dipped up to her still wet pussy. Her labored breathing hadn’t totally normalized since the fuck up against the bathroom door, but I had to keep her hot. I had to keep her all horned up so she didn’t try to process anything.

So I banged her hard on the drive home, dipping inside her, then pressing circles around her swollen clit. About halfway home, she exploded against my hand, her sharp cry filling the cab of the truck as she trembled beneath my touch. Her hand reached down to grasp mine, stilling it as her fingertips slid through her release. The scent of her orgasm hung in the air, making my mouth water to taste her.

She had barely come down as I pulled up to the house. Jumping out of the truck, I gave her a hand down and pressed her up against the cold metal as I kissed her roughly. I could have about taken her right there in the driveway, right in front of all the bleedin’ neighbors and whoever the fuck happened to be walking down the street. I wanted to throw her down on the lawn and lose myself in her.

Somehow, I managed to lead the two of us up the porch steps. I had her skirt nearly over her arse by the time I’d fumbled through unlocking the door, and we stumbled inside and up the stairs to our room leaving a trail of clothing behind us.

As we neared the bed, I flipped her around, and shoved her down onto the mattress on her hands and knees. I still had one leg of my jeans around my ankle as I pushed into her and sharply smacked the skin of her rounded bottom.

I pressed hard against her until her thighs quivered, then pulled back to slam into her again. And again. And again.

“Yes,” she breathed and moaned, “harder, Denny. Hurt me.”

“I want to spank your ass until it burns, ya know,” I growled, and her body quivered below mine. “Until it’s red and hot to the touch. Ya know that, don’t ya, Fliss?”

“Yes,” she rasped and she surged back against me. “Please, do it. I need it.”

I pushed down between her shoulder blades, urging her face down on the bed. The angle of her body, still impaled by my dick, caused her spine to curve up to me. I knew my ladder would rub her just right, every stroke hitting her perfectly.

With a sharp crack, I slapped her curvy ass again, feeling her body contract almost painfully around my cock.

“Feckin’ Jaysus, every time I’m inside you, I can’t believe how amazing you feel.”

A hoarse, ragged moan sounded from my lips, and I spanked her again, the other cheek. Looking down, I watched as the reddened prints of my hand began to appear. Then she rushed back again, forward and back, using my steady, solid strength to fuck herself against me. Every pull of my dick, the hot, wet slide of her tight pussy brought me way too close way too fast. And the low, husky sound of passion in her voice spurred me on.

“Please, Denny,” she gasped. “More. Be rough and wild with me. I want you to hurt me.”

Slap!

My palm landed sharply on her arse and she tightened around me with a sob.

“Yes! More!”

Crack!

“Oh fuck!” Her voice sounded desperate and strangled. Her pussy squeezed my dick even tighter.

Smack!

Every moan and cry amped me up even more, brought my need to a frenzied, frantic rhythm. Her skin burned under my hands, warmed by the force of my palm.

I surged violently against her, ramming into her with wet slaps of skin. Reaching around my cock, I rubbed my fingertips against her clit, gathering some of her wetness as I trailed my hand back up to her perfect little arse. I fucked her steadily, pressing my middle finger deep inside, feeling the thrusts of my own dick through the thin walls.

I matched the rhythm of my finger with that of my cock, long sure strokes with her pussy and arse in the air. Her sobs became desperate, high-pitched but muffled by the mattress. Suddenly, she flew apart underneath me. Her hoarse wail of release came just a second before her body froze tight and then completely broke, shuddering around me, soaking me with her orgasm. For a moment, I teetered on the precipice of sheer heaven before I exploded inside her.

I awoke a little later with Fliss still spooned tightly up against me, completely exhausted. The tip of my cock was still nestled between her thighs. Aside from falling to our sides in exhaustion, neither of us had moved since we’d come. All I wanted to do was stay right there, just like that, for the rest of my life.

For about a week, everything was grand.

I couldn’t seem to get enough of her, like I was starving for her touch all day every day. I couldn’t help but devour her the minute she walked through the door in the evening.

“I didn’t mean to just horse it into you like that,” I laughed as she lay gasping for air below me following one particularly exuberant homecoming. “It seems like every time I touch you, I lose my feckin’ mind. Someday, perhaps we should try to have mellow sex.”

She smiled into my chest before lifting her eyes to meet mine. Dark blue pools in the fading daylight. Beautiful.

Her fingertips drifted down my jaw as she whispered to me.

“Perhaps we should try it now,” she whispered, and then pressed a long, languid kiss to my lips. Her warm body moved closer, reigniting the embers of need and desire as she stroked and scraped her nails against my skin. She wrapped herself around me, melting into me. Held me close in her loving arms while she slowly brought my sated body back to pulse-pounding life.

I rolled to my back, and she pushed to rise up over me, taking me inside and rocking her hips. She watched the sensations wash over me and moved in gentle circular motions that caressed me along her sweet inner walls, dragging with an excruciating precision to slowly raise us both to exquisite heights before dropping us into a freefall, leaving us shaking in each other’s arms.

Mellow sex with Fliss was every bit as mind-numbing as make up sex and frantic sex and drunk sex and angry sex.

Afterwards, she lay over me as I brushed my fingertips along the delicate curve of her spine.

“I’ve never had anything like this,” she whispered.

I buried my face into her hair, breathing deeply, before I answered. “Like what?”

“This… just lying here touching and being. This quiet togetherness.”

“What about with Trent?”

She lifted up above me a little, looking down with a hint of sadness in her eyes.

“I was a stupid kid when I was with Trent. We generally had sex in his truck and then he took me home. We never had anything like this.”

“And nobody after?”

She bit her lip, clearly ashamed and full of remorse. “That wasn’t really what I was looking for after.”

“What were you looking for?” I asked as I tucked a strand of her hair behind her ear.

“Punishment maybe? A cathartic release? Something to blow my mind and take the loneliness and guilt away.”

“Guilt?”

She caught my gaze for a moment, then pushed up to sit, tucking the sheet over her breasts as she furrowed her brow. I waited for her to talk, and she finally took a deep breath and spoke in a quiet, trembling voice.

“I could have saved him. If I had just come out of the bathroom sooner, or not gone in at all. If I had just…” Her voice trailed off with a faint catch.

“Fliss, you can’t blame yourself for that,” I said, shaking my head.

“He cheated on me. It wasn’t the first time, either,” she murmured.

“You’re right,” I nodded, “he did. Quite often, too.”

She blinked away a faint sheen of tears. “I’d heard about a few of them, but that night I’d had enough. I was trying to break up with him, and he got so upset. He had never hit me before then.”

I remembered seeing the bruise on her cheek at the hospital, unsure how she’d gotten it.

Now I knew.

“He was really angry, yelling and… well, then he started in about you.”

“Me?” The first uneasy stirring began to tighten inside me.

“He started yelling, saying he knew how I felt about you,” she whispered.

“How you felt about me?” I cautiously asked. My chest tightened and my throat was beginning to feel raw.

“I tried to hide it, the attraction I always had for you, but somehow… he knew.”

A sick feeling had taken hold of my chest as I thought back to the last time I’d seen Trent alive.

The weird, unsettled look in his eyes came back to me
.
And those words he has said.
Do you really think she’s ever been mine, Denny?
I’d never totally understood.

Until now.

Fliss looked back to me, her eyes stormy and wrought with penitence and remorse.

“It was like the perfect storm. He was doing some new shit, stuff that seemed to make him mean. Dark. He pushed me up against the wall and then… he hit me.” Her voice was so quiet it was almost a whisper. “I was hurt and scared. I locked myself in the bathroom until he quieted. When I came out, he was cold. Gone.”