Page 8 of Outlaw Heartstrings

“I’d argue what we just shared wasn’t just a ‘round of sex,’ but yes, there’s a promise of so much good here, I’d be an idiot not to want to see where it leads.

The distance would be a barrier, and I’d be damned before I let you leave Lucy’s grandparents behind.

Good thing is I got enough skills to find a job easy.

After we lost Lyon, the club’s become a burden.

It’ll almost be a relief to lay my colors down.

Wouldn’t even ask for nomad, just thank them for their time.

I’m all paid up on my dues, so there’s nothing barring me leaving. ”

His next kiss was softer, tender, as if he knew she needed gentle handling through the panic threatening to swamp her.

“And you? After only a few hours and a session of sweet, sweet love, are you ready to give this a try? You’ve got more skin in the game because Lucy is such an important person.

I can promise to only be to her whatever you allow.

You want me to be Mommy’s special friend, I’ll make it happen.

Uncle Irish? That’d be good, too. Something as significant as that needs to be deliberate and unrushed. Handled with care.”

Nodding slowly, Ellen reached out, needing the feel of his skin under her palm.

She rested her hand over the smooth curve of his pec, muscles rising and falling with each of his steady breaths.

Just feeling how calm he was soothed her, gave her a sense of determination to not lose this fledgling connection that had started growing between them.

“I can’t imagine losing this—you—now. It’s fast but doesn’t feel impetuous.

Doesn’t feel like a knee-jerk reaction to an attraction.

I mean, there’s attraction plenty, but that’s not all that’s here.

There’s a promise of so much more between us.

” Ellen grinned, wrinkling her nose at the memories of the unsubtle signals at dinner.

“Pretty sure we’ve got the blessings of those I count as family, so that’s a barrier we don’t have to worry about. ”

“Yeah.” His deep chuckle rumbled underneath her touch, and she snuggled closer, tilting her head to keep his face in view. “Pretty sure everyone at that table except Trashman had an idea where this might be headed.”

“Nick’s a pain in the ass for everyone, not just you.” Ellen didn’t try to stop the slight eye roll accompanying her words. “Jerry said he’d tried to mentor him, but the kid was just so determined to be the big man on campus, he couldn’t see how little it really made him.”

“Wise words.” Liam’s mouth brushed her forehead, the soft kiss feeling like a benediction. “This is nice, Ellen. Just holding you feels good.” His arms flexed, tightening for a moment before relaxing. “You feel good.”

“I do?” She let an edge of playfulness creep into her tone, encouraged when the corner of his mouth tipped up.

“Mmhmm.” He pulled her closer again, holding the grip for longer. “Real good, Ellen.”

Bending her neck, she placed a soft kiss at the base of his throat. “I bet I could make it even better.” Another kiss.

“Oh yeah?” He arched, giving her more access she immediately exploited.

“Oh, yeah.” One hand on his shoulder levered him to his back, and she rolled so he partially supported her weight. “I have ideas.”

“Woman, I already know you have good ideas, so you just go on ahead with whatever you want to do.” One of his hands flattened between her shoulder blades, and the other curved around a cheek of her ass with a squeeze. “Just know that I plan on playing too.”

“I’d expect no less.” Sliding down the bed, she let the sheet cover her head as she trailed kisses down his chest and belly. “You do you, boo.”

***

Irish

Ellen’s soft lips pressed against the edge of his hip, angling across his body, and Irish’s muscles tightened, cock twitching hopefully. Best manage expectations.

“Darlin’, I see your play here, and I’m gonna love all of it, but don’t be disappointed if you don’t get the reaction you want. I’m not a teenager anymore, not by a long shot. I know I promised I had more than one in me tonight, but it takes me a while in between, you know?”

Her laughter was interrupted by more kisses to his skin and held no edge of taunting to it. Irish smiled down at the sheet-covered lump hovering over his groin as he rested a hand on the back of her head.

“I’m going to indulge myself then, if you don’t mind.”

“Mind? What the hell kind of man would mind a gorgeous woman wanting to touch him? Not caring if he couldn’t get hard?

That’s not something I’m gonna turn down.

” He lifted the sheet and peered down at her, not surprised to find her gaze lifted to him.

Intense and beautiful, she gave him a quirked grin.

“Fuckin’ gorgeous, Ellen. You take my breath away. ”

She rolled her eyes and bent her head. The first hot lick along the shaft made his legs jerk.

She treated his cock like a favorite dessert, tonguing the length before placing open-mouthed kisses and licks all over the head.

He groaned when she caressed his balls while teasing the slit at the tip, the sensitive sensations riding the line between not enough and too much.

“Feels good, Ellen. Loving your ideas.”

She hummed in appreciation, mouth snuggled in at the base of his cock.

With another slow glide of her tongue up his semihard dick, Ellen closed her lips around the head and sucked.

Softly at first, tongue fluttering along the underside until his cock twitched again, harder, blood rushing from his head to his groin and pulling the semi closer to a full hardness.

Another tug at his balls lent the bite of pain to the pleasure, and he groaned, watching as she took him in her mouth, the entirety of his cock encircled by the heat and movement, the suction from her tight lips around the base of his shaft, and glide of her tongue.

It didn’t take long for the length of his dick to outgrow her mouth, and Irish had to choke back a shout when he felt the back of her throat constrict around the head. Eyes watering as she cut off her own air, he was surprised at her determination to bring him pleasure.

“Ellen.”

Eyes closed in concentration, she didn’t look up at him. He flipped the sheet out of the way, needing to see everything.

Fingers gliding through her hair, he tangled his grip in the strands and tugged gently.

“Ellen.”

She came off his dick with a lewd pop, tongue darting out to lap at the tip. With tear-clumped lashes, she lifted her gaze. The spots of color in her cheeks and impish grin told him she’d been enjoying herself nearly as much as he’d been.

“Yeah?”

The rasp of her voice, altered from the smooth tenor earlier, shot a rough spike of arousal through him and his dick jumped in her hand. She’d done that, taking him deep, wrecked her own throat to give him pleasure.

“Goddamn, woman, you are sexy as fuck.” He tightened his hold when she rolled her eyes dismissively. “Not fuckin’ around here, Ellen. You’re dead sexy all the time, but right now, kneeling between my legs and worshipin’ my cock? Fuckin’ hell. I’m a seriously lucky man.”

“I’ll take your word for it.” The tip of her tongue circled the mushroom ridge.

“And.” Ellen shifted position, tilting her head into the hold he had on her hair.

“As much as I’ve been enjoying myself here, I think I was promised a round two.

” Crawling up the bed, careful of where she placed elbows and knees, she paused when she hovered over him.

Bending her head so her mouth was a fraction of an inch away, she whispered, “Do you mind kissing, after?”

He answered with actions, guiding her head the rest of the way so they connected firmly. Then he separated her lips with a swipe of his tongue, chasing the taste of himself into her mouth. Rough and raw, this kiss was less of an exploration and more statement of fact. He wanted her, full stop.

Heat enveloped his dick where it lay on his belly, and he bit at her lips, driven wild by her need, expressed with her body.

Arching his hips up, he met every swipe of her pussy along his cock with firm pressure, letting her ride him this way.

Wetness spread along the length of him, evidence of her rising passion, and he slipped a hand between them to capture some on his fingers.

One hand spreading her ass, he dipped the slippery fingertips into the crease, finding and circling the sensitive, puckered opening there. Ellen gasped in his ear and keened out his name.

“Liam.”

When the tip of a finger breached the ring of muscles, she moved with intent, battering herself backwards and forwards, lips of her pussy clasping along the root and shaft of his cock on every slide while she humped against his finger.

“Oh, oh. Liam. Please.”

A flurry of words accompanied a sheen of sweat on her skin, and Irish turned his head to capture her mouth in a gasping, sucking kiss that managed to be both sloppy and intense.

She tensed, muscles tightening as she shuddered, her head dropping to his shoulder with a cry. Irish adjusted his grip on her, wrapping his arms around her back, holding her close as she rode out her orgasm.

Slowly relaxing, she stretched out a leg and rolled slightly to the side, keeping close contact between their bodies as her head found a pillow on his chest.

“Just.” Breathing hard, she panted out the words. “Give me a minute. That was epic.”

Irish grinned widely and bent his neck, kissing the top of her head. “Take your time, darlin’. You’re worth any wait, promise. Plus—” He stroked a hand down her spine. “—it was a good show. Enjoyed watching you take yourself there. Something I hope to see again and again.”

“It was so good.” With a big sigh, she lifted her head. “Hard to believe this time yesterday I didn’t even know you.”

“I know. Kismet, maybe.” Irish shrugged as he threaded a hand through her tousled hair. “Can’t imagine things being different.”