Page 42 of Broken Veil
The corner of his mouth turned up. “I’m sure that’s what it is.”
She threw her leg over his thighs and straddled him. “He’s probably trying to keep me from spiraling about things I can’t control.”
“There’s no use in it, is there?” His voice was hoarse again. “Take your mind off it.”
Carys reached down and gripped him over his boxers.
Duncan let out a short groan. He shifted, easing the shorts down his legs until he was sitting with his manhood proudly displayed, and Carys wrapped both hands around it.
She stroked him slowly, deliberately teasing him with a firm grip.
Duncan reached for the oversized shirt she’d worn to bed. “That needs to come off.”
She kept her right hand on his cock but lifted her left so he could pull off her shirt. Then she switched sides until she was naked, still straddling Duncan, her hands still wrapped around his erection.
A groan rumbled in his chest when she scooted back and took his cock in her mouth, circling her tongue around the head and humming as she continued to stroke him firmly.
“That’s enough of that.” Duncan reached for a condom, then tugged her up until she was poised over him, her breasts in front of his mouth. “Now that sight will wake a man from the dead.”
Carys guided him into her body and shifted until his erection filled her. She let out a soft sigh, Duncan’s cock filling her, his hands at the small of her back. She let her head fall back when he put his mouth on her breasts, and the roughness of his beard scraped against the tender skin.
He teased her nipples with his tongue as Carys began to move, riding him slowly, her legs pushing her up and down as Duncan’s fingers dug into her hips.
He lifted his head and licked his lips, which were flushed and swollen. Duncan bit his lip, his eyes closed. He took one hand from where he gripped her hips, moving it to where they were joined, stroking her as her body stroked him.
Carys braced her hand on his shoulder when she felt herself start to come. It started at her thighs, radiating up and to the center of their joining until her climax took over, her muscles contracting and releasing in rapid waves as Duncan braced his hand on the bed and drove up into her body as she shook.
She felt like the top of her head floated away, and she could barely see.
Duncan flipped them over, his body still driving into her, and moments later he nearly shouted when he came.
He braced himself on his forearms, capturing her mouth with his, kissing her over and over as her body relaxed and stilled. Her chest rose with rapid breaths and she closed her eyes, floating in the feeling of his fullness in her, the scent of his skin, the awareness of air brushing over her skin.
She opened her mouth to speak, but nothing came out.
“Shh.” He kissed her chin. “I don’t need words right now.”
“I love you so much.” She felt her heart ache with it. He had been the fire that burned so bright she could barely look at him.
“I suppose I’ll take those words if you’re offering them.” He brushed his lips over her temple and rolled to the side before hegathered her up in his arms and pulled her against him. “Love you, Carys.”
And now he was the rock that she could depend on. The mountain who kept her feet from slipping when everything around her felt like chaos.
“We’ll figure all this out.” He kissed her temple again. “I promise you. We’ll make it all right.”
CHAPTER NINE
Shipp’s Inn was an old pub directly on the river that Carys was guessing hadn’t been updated since the mid-seventies. It had Formica tables, red-and-brown-checked carpet, and framed photos of fishermen on the walls along with various trophies and a large blue-and-white football club banner.
Despite its dated appearance, Carys could smell that the pub was clean as a whistle, and whatever food they were cooking in back had her mouth watering.
Cadell noticed too. “I need to eat whatever it is that they are making.”
“Agreed,” Godrik said.
Not a minute later, a stout woman with red cheeks and a grey bun on top of her head walked out of the back. Her eyes went wide at the four massive men and three women in her bar.
“Now there’s a group of lads. I’m Bess, and I’m making shepherd’s pie. You hungry?”
