Page 78 of Her Irish Treasures
Rubbing his knuckles across his forehead, Aidan grumbled. “Fuck off. I’m tired is all.”
“Ah, is it help you’re needing?” Keane’s voice brightened, his eyes dancing with mirth. “Perhaps a bit of a show like last night to wake you up. Get you fired up and in the mood. Funny, though. I thought you were horny as hell this morning when you left to get coffee.”
Aidan threw one of the cups at him. “Get the fuck out! You’ve done had your turn. This is my time.”
“Tick tock, motherfucker.” Keane winked at me, flashing a dimple in his cheek. “If you need assistance,mo stór—”
A low, vicious sound tore out of Aidan’s throat. His body coiled beneath me, all tight muscle ready to start a war against his friend.
But I had other plans. So did he. I just needed to remind him.
I sat back on his knees, untied the robe, and let it sag open, slowly slipping off my shoulders. I didn’t say anything. I didn’t have to.
Eyes blazing, Aidan stared at my breasts. The long column of his throat worked on a rough swallow. His fingers gripped the chair, making the wood groan.
I turned to look at Keane over my shoulder, giving him a smile of gratitude for helping break Aidan out of his funk. “Bye, Keane.”
He blew a kiss and quietly shut the door behind him.
Aidan didn’t say anything, but his breathing quickened. I shrugged the robe off completely and sat there, letting him drink his fill.
It wasn’t easy for me. I’d never been very confident in my body, especially compared to my gorgeous friend. Too short, too round, too shy and quiet.
“You won’t be quiet for long.”
His gruff voice sank into me. Goosebumps flared down my arms. I shifted slightly, feeling the rough denim of his jeans beneath me. The rock-hard outline of his cock, so close, but so far away. My core burned like molten lava, aching with emptiness. As if my pussy couldn’t remember what it felt like to be filled up with a man, despite the great sex I’d had just a few hours ago.
At this rate, I was going to leave a damp spot on his jeans.
He huffed out a laugh and lifted his hand toward my face. The pad of his thumb stroked over my bottom lip, ungentle and rough. The hand of a warrior, calloused and worn through centuries of wielding those swords.
“I’m no Keane with his soft, magical hands. I’m no Ivarr with his glowing warmth. I’m certainly no Doran. I might be as hard as stone, but I’m not as stalwart and honorable. Even the leprechaun has me beaten in that regard. At least he plays by a twisted set of rules that he never breaks.”
He gripped my chin, digging his thumb and fingers into my jaw. His voice dropped into a basement growl that made my spine tingle. “I’m a hard, jealous, bitter man, Riann. I want to break myself into a thousand pieces in your pretty little cunt. Claim every inch of you as mine, at least once. Sweeten my lousy disposition on your screams and feast on the honey that pours out of your body every time I touch you. I want to take you where no one else can or will and then see if you’ll still open your arms and love me.”
With a jerk, he released my chin and dropped his hand back down to the chair. His jaw flexed, muscles ticking. His eyes blazed. The chair creaked beneath his grip, as if any second it would explode into kindling.
Trembling, I stared at him as his words sank into me. My heart pounded. My nipples ached, rock hard and standing at full attention. Adrenaline jacked through my veins, fine hairs rising up along my nape.
I waited a moment to be sure. I’d been hurt before. I was sure of it, though I couldn’t remember exactly what Jonathan the changeling had done to me. Surely I’d been scared of him. Terrified he would eventually kill me if he wearied of trying to learn whatever secret I supposedly had buried deep inside me. Enduring the torment in hope that I would somehow escape, long before I even knew about the four Irish treasures waiting in the wings for me.
I’d known the horror of being helpless. Trapped. Unable to protect myself from a man.
I didn’t feel any of that fear now. Not with Aidan.
Only anticipation.
I didn’t say anything as I scooted back on his knees. The skin around his eyes tightened, another muscle tick across his jaw, as if he thought I might leap up and run as hard and fast as I could.
Instead, I reached down to unbutton his jeans.
Eyes heavy, he watched me fumble with the zipper and pull at his clothes with increasing desperation without saying a word or lifting a finger to help me. My breathing rasped loudly in the room. Skin hot, eyes fevered, I couldn’t think of anything but getting him inside me.
His cock finally sprung free, nice and thick and long enough that if I hadn’t had Doran already, I’d be a little hesitant about taking Aidan inside me the first time. I crawled up his body, my breath sighing out in a rush as I pushed him inside me. Lungs burning, I twisted and swayed my hips, working him deeper.
Seating him all the way inside me with a final, heavy thunk that almost made my heart explode.
Panting, I lay against his chest, my arms tight around his neck. Little twitches shivered through my body. I couldn’t sit still. He was so hard and thick inside me. Unbearably full. I squirmed and wriggled until I groaned out loud. I needed more. Less. I wasn’t even sure. Tension strained inside me.
