Page 12 of Outlaw Heartstrings

She pulled on his hip, wordlessly demanding he move, and he honored her request, unable to hold still.

Ellen fucked him back, every glide and undulation setting off an answering reaction in her body until she gripped him harder, pulling her hips back as her muscles tightened.

Hand on her breast, he tweaked and flicked her nipple, biting at her lips as he thrust into her over and over, each stroke feeling like it could be the last. Electricity bounced through his brain, whiting out his thoughts, and when he came, the orgasm took over, stuttering his hips through each pulsing throb of his cock.

Ellen’s rapid breaths carried half-spoken words comprised mostly of his name.

Out of breath and still shaking with the ferocity of his orgasm, Irish gathered her in his arms and rolled to his back, pulling her, so she covered him like his own personal blanket.

Somehow, he managed to stay inside her, although he knew it was only a matter of time before he’d have to deal with the condom.

“Stay,” he muttered when she would have moved. “Stay with me.”

Ellen subsided, relaxing into him, head on his shoulder, knees on either side of his hips.

They remained like that for a few more minutes, then he groaned and reached between them, gripping the edges of the condom as he arched his back and slid out while she made a complaining noise.

It took both hands to tie the damn thing off, and he tossed it towards the bathroom with a gruff, “I’ll get it later. ”

Ellen’s laughter was quiet and contented sounding as she shifted on top of him, adjusting to his change of position. “I’m not worried about it.”

“Good.” He yawned hugely, jaw cracking. “Darlin’, you wore me out.”

“Back atcha.” Her yawn was more ladylike, halfway hidden behind her palm. “I could sleep right here.”

“Then do.” Irish pulled the covers over the both of them. “Door’s locked, so Lucy’ll have to knock in the morning if she doesn’t head straight back to the new toys. We can sleep just like this without any issues.”

“Okay.”

***

Ellen

Sitting sideways in the passenger seat of her car, Ellen considered the man behind the wheel.

When she’d shifted to this position, he’d tugged at her heels until she stretched her feet across his lap.

Liam rested a hand on her ankles, fingers possessively curling around one.

They’d talked through dozens of things in the past three days, and she had a good sense of who he was.

Wrapped up inside the attractive package was a loyal man. A good man who felt connections deeply. His affection for LouCiel was clear in every interaction, tolerance and kindness a hallmark. But there was still so much she didn’t know.

It’ll probably be a lifetime to learn him all.

The concept didn’t scare her.

“Tell me more about Lyon.” She broke the silence, only then realizing it had been comfortable and soothing. Another good thing. He can be quiet without being mad. “Anything at all.”

“Oh, so many stories.” Liam’s tone was fond but carried a note of grief.

“We went to Daytona one year and he tried to recreate a picture he’d seen online, standing on the saddle of his bike.

Only he took it one farther and tried to do it in just his tighty-whities.

” He shook his head. “That did not end well for him. The leather of his boots slipped around on the seat so much the bike wobbled left and right like it was the drunk one instead of him. Crashed into a light pole and got a bad case of road rash on his ass. Then the bastard had to ride home the next day like that, crumpled fender and everything. Man cried and whined the whole way. Every time we stopped for fuel or food, the asshole was asking me to kiss it and make it better. We got back to the clubhouse, and he pulled his pants down to show everybody. Lyon had no shame.”

Ellen was laughing halfway through the story, wiping her eyes by the end. “Sounds like the kind of guy Jerry would have gotten along with great.”

“Would he have? That makes me happy.”

“Oh, yeah. Jer was the life of the party. Always on, you know? At home he was different, would take the time to recharge.” She wiggled deeper into the seat, adjusting the belt so it was more comfortable. “We were a good balance for each other.”

“I’m glad he found you. Glad you had that with him.”

“Me, too.”

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