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Page 21 of Dublin Charmer (Emerald Isle Mafia #5)

CHAPTER EIGHTEEN

Finn

I wake to find the afternoon sun waning, and the last light of day filtering through the curtains. I check my phone for the time, and it’s after seven. It’s almost dinner, but with the warmth of Nyx’s body pressed against mine, I don’t want to get up.

This afternoon was amazing. Nyx has been badly neglected and has so much pent-up sexual energy it’s incredible. No matter what happens, it’ll live in my memories as one of the most erotic and entertaining sex sessions of my life.

My mind replays the images of her, the sounds she made, the taste of her on my tongue.

I want more. I want her.

I trail my fingers down her spine, a soft caress that makes her stir. She blinks awake, her eyes meeting mine, a slow smile spreading across her face. “Hello again,” she murmurs, her voice husky with sleep.

“Hello to you, too,” I reply, my hand cupping her ass, pulling her closer. I’m already hard, my body aching for her. She feels it, her eyes widening slightly, a playful glint shining in them.

“Someone woke up hungry,” she teases, her hand snaking down to wrap around my length. I groan, my hips jerking into her touch.

“Always, with you,” I admit, my voice a low rumble. I capture her mouth in a kiss, my tongue tangling with hers. She melts into me, her body soft and pliant.

“How about we take this to the shower?” A wicked grin spreads across my face as I imagine the water cascading down her body, her skin slick and wet.

She raises an eyebrow, a challenge in her eyes. “Think you can handle me, Dublin Charmer?” she asks, her voice a sultry purr.

I laugh, a low, throaty sound. “Oh, baby, do you doubt me?”

I scoop her up into my arms and carry her to the bathroom.

I set her down on the cool tile, her body sliding against mine as I reach into the shower to turn on the water. She shivers, her nipples hardening into tight peaks. I capture one in my mouth, sucking gently as the water warms up.

Steam fills the room, the air thick and humid. I lead her into the shower, the water pouring over us like a warm rain. She tilts her head back, her eyes closed, the water streaming down her face, her neck, her breasts. I watch, mesmerized, as it trails down her body, disappearing between her legs.

I step closer, pressing against her as my hand slides up her sides to cup her breasts. She arches into my touch, a soft moan escaping her lips. I kiss her, my tongue mimicking the thrusts I want to make with my body.

She reaches down, her hand wrapping around my cock, guiding me to her entrance. It’s amazing what a night of fucking has done to sync up our movements. It’s like my cock knows exactly where it’s going and how to get there.

Precum leaks from the engorged head of my crown, and it dawns on me that I didn’t bring any rubbers in. “Fuck. Hold on. I need to grab a couple of play packets.”

She groans but doesn’t make any attempt to stop me, so I pop out of the warm bliss and leave a wet trail of footprints across the plush carpet. Inside a minute, I’m back, holding up a row of metallic blue foil. “Ribbed for her pleasure.”

“That’s very considerate, Mr. Quinn.”

I tear one packet free, and get things rolled on in record time. “Now, where were we?”

“I was here,” Nyx says wrapping herself around me.

“You were here,” she continues, wrapping her hand around my cock once more.

“And you were about to plant your flag and claim the landscape of my low-lying wetlands as your own.”

I snort. “Really? Your low-lying wetlands?”

“My love landscape? My carnal canyon?”

I tilt my head back and laugh. “Aye, your point is made. But if you don’t stop talking, my flag is going to lose interest in claiming anything at all.”

Her teasing smile sobers, and she gives me a couple rough strokes. “We can’t have that. I ache and expect to be properly fucked.”

“Och, don’t worry about that.” As much as I love kissing her, the woman wants to be fucked. Gripping her by the hips, I turn her away and run my hand down the bumps of her spine. “Brace your palms against the tile, luv.”

She does what I tell her without question and my cock bobs in appreciation.

Reaching around her hip, I finger her, guiding my cock home.

“Prepare to be properly fucked.”

A groan tears from my throat as I thrust forward and her heat envelopes me. She gasps, pressing against the tiles, her shoulders flexing as my hips piston forward and back. Fuck, she’s tight and greedy. Every time I rail her, I have to fight not to lose my mind.

The water makes our bodies slick, our movements fluid. I grip her hips, my fingers digging into her soft flesh as I drive into her, again and again. She meets each thrust, her body moving in perfect sync with mine.

I reach up, detaching the showerhead from its holder. A backward glance has her looking at me, a question in her eyes. “I’ve got some right powerful jet settings, luv. Let’s see which one is your favorite, shall we?”

As I turn the dial, the settings cycle through, and I choose one that has the water pulsing out in a concentrated stream. Reaching around her, I direct it between her legs and hold the spray over her clit.

She jolts in my arms and gasps. “Oh!”

I hold her steady, my arm wrapped around her waist as I continue to thrust into her from behind while the spray of the nozzle works her sensitive flesh.

By the tightening of her inner muscles clenched around me, I know she’s close.

I want to kiss her, but she’s got her arms braced against the tile wall and her head hanging forward as she pants out her pleasure. My mouth moves over the smooth plane of her shoulder blade, nipping my way up toward her collarbone.

She tastes so fucking good.

“Oh god, don’t stop,” she gasps, grinding back against my thrusts as I fuck her, the showerhead firmly pulsing against her clit.

My balls are tight, my release building at the base of my spine.

“Finn! Fuck me!”

The air is filled with the slapping of flesh as my hips slam against the curves of her ass. I fuck her hard and fast. My heart is pounding in my chest, and the heat of the shower is making me a little lightheaded.

Or maybe that’s the exquisite torture of her pussy gripping my cock.

When her orgasm hits, she cries out my name and shatters. The greedy pull of her insides tips me past my control.

My hips lock, and my teeth clamp together, biting her shoulder.

It’s raw and primal, pleasure tearing through me as my release jets free, deep inside her. Releasing her shoulder, I tilt my head back and my ragged breath tears out of my throat.

I can’t get enough of her.

Can’t get deep enough inside of her.

This woman has the power to ruin me.

We stand there for a long moment, our bodies still joined, the water pouring over us as we catch our breath. Her shoulder is welted red where I bit her and I press a gentle kiss against her skin. “Fuck. I’ve never bitten anyone before. Are you all right?”

She flashes me a sassy smile over her shoulder and laughs. “It’s a first for me too, but no complaints. That was off the hook.”

Aye, it was. And it was more than just lust, more than just desire. There’s something about this woman that possesses me.

Eventually, we ease apart, and I realize how spent my leg muscles are. That was one hell of a workout. I turn off the shower, the sudden silence echoing around us. The towel I grab when I step out is warm from the heated bar, and I wrap it around her.

She groans her appreciation and smiles at me, her blue gaze soft, her cheeks flushed.

I dry off quickly, wrapping a towel around my waist as I follow her back into the bedroom. She’s sitting on the bed, her towel tucked around her, her hair a damp mess of tangles. She looks beautiful. Content.

I’m about to suggest we go find dinner, when a ping echoes through the room. The notification light is blinking insistently on my laptop. Clicking open the screen, I scan the message that flashes up. “We’ve got a match on one of Gio’s guards. Say hello to Ely Ansler.”

The playful mood of the morning shifts, and a sense of urgency replaces it.

She rushes over and takes a seat, inputting the address and pulling up a map of Dublin.

“Got you,” she whispers, then turns to look at me with glassy eyes. “Thank you.”

I wink. “My pleasure, luv. Now, once we follow this arsehole to work, we’ll find your brother and bring him home.”

I lead Nyx downstairs, hyper-aware of the space between us. My body still hums from what we just shared—the orgasms, the intimacy, the trust implied for her to fall asleep in my arms and wake up smiling. Still, I don’t reach for her hand. I won’t push.

The family is already gathered around the massive table when we arrive. Bryan raises an eyebrow, a knowing smirk playing at his lips. I ignore him.

Cora brings out steaming bowls of Irish stew and fresh-baked soda bread as the conversation flows around us.

“Are your brothers joining us for dinner?” Laine asks Piper.

Piper shakes out her napkin and drapes it over her lap. “Not tonight. They both had a shower and are out cold. I don’t think they slept more than a few stolen minutes since Gravely made his move on the family.”

Tag nods. “Then let them rest. Cora, would you mind fixing up two plates for them to heat up later if they wake hungry?”

“Goodness, no. Consider it done,” Cora says.

“Thank you both,” Piper says. “And thank all of you for bringing them here and keeping them safe. I love you all, so much.”

“And we love you, sweetie.” Laine reaches over to squeeze her hand.

Tag dips his chin. “Our families were close once. I’m hoping we can come together and end the animosity between north and south.”

“But first we need to get rid of Gravely,” Sean says.

“Oh, that’s top of the to-do list, brother.”

Nyx stiffens next to me but no one else seems to notice. And before anyone continues on the subject of Gravely, Brendan reaches for the potatoes and grunts as the shift in position aggravates his leg. Giving up, he sits squarely into his seat once again and curses.