Page 9 of Outlaw Heartstrings

“Thank God for a blown tire?” Ellen smiled and leaned down to kiss his chest, then wiggled up so she could rest her face against his throat, arm around his waist. “I’ve never been a believer in fate before.”

“First time for everything.” Irish rolled them, placing Ellen on her back in the middle of the bed. “I’ve been trusting in karma for a while, putting good things out into the world, knowing that somehow, sometime, they’d come back to me.”

“So I’m your karma?” Palm fitted to his face, she studied him. “I kinda like that idea.”

“Me too.” Dipping to kiss her, Irish lost himself in the sensation until they were both breathless. “Be right back.” Slipping from the bed, he grabbed his bag and retrieved another condom.

“We can talk about those at some point.” Ellen took it from him and held it with one hand, the other reaching out to wrap around his dick.

She stroked his flagging erection back to full strength, then opened the wrapper and rolled the latex down his cock, giving the root a final hard squeeze.

“But I appreciate you taking care with me.”

“I think takin’ care of you is gonna be second nature.” Irish positioned himself between her knees, widening his stance to spread her open. “Never gonna get tired of this view.”

Ellen crooked her fingers at him with a grin. “Well, enjoy it from a little closer. Wanna feel you, Liam. Want you inside me.”

“Won’t say no to that invitation.” With his forearms propped on either side of her head, he stole a kiss as she arched her hips up against him. In seconds, he was notched at her entrance, slowly thrusting inside her hot, tight channel. “So good for me.”

“Yeah?” Her eyes fluttered open, having closed at his first push. “It’s good for me too. Hard and huge, stretching me in all the right ways."

His balls drew up and his cock pulsed until Irish had to stop moving. “I didn’t know sexy talk did it for me.” His chuckle was soft, breathy, broken as he pressed kisses to her lips, her jaw, across her cheeks. “But maybe it’s the whole package that’s stealin’ my control.”

“If you don’t move—” Punctuating her words with a lift of her hips, Ellen huffed out a laugh. “I’m gonna steal all your control.” She clenched around him, and Irish’s hips stuttered back and forth of their own volition.

“You know that’s not really a threat, right?” Murmuring against the side of her head, Irish let himself move again, thrusting in deep and hard, followed by a slow out stroke with a pause at the end before snapping his hips forward again. “I’d gladly give you the reins at some point.”

“Just not yet.” Ellen’s voice was like rough silk as she spoke around teeth clenched in his shoulder. “God, Liam. So good. You love me so good.”

I do.

The thought spurred him onwards, sure knowledge driving him to bring her to the edge and over one more time.

“Tell me when you’re close, darlin’.” Sweat slicked the slide of their bodies, and Irish curled a hand underneath her, squeezing her ass hard, spreading his fingers across both cheeks, then dipping between.

One of her hands slipped across his belly, and he lifted slightly, giving her easier access to her clit. The brush of her fingers against his root was toe-curling good and added sensation to an already brilliant round of loving.

“I’m there, Liam.”

“Go, baby. Go.”

Turning his head, he sought and found her mouth, kissing her through the moans wrenched from her by the orgasm that stiffened her muscles and drew her pussy tight around his dick.

Slowing his movements, he rode her through the waves of pleasure until she slumped underneath him, legs loosely draped over his thighs.

Once he was certain she’d wrung everything from her orgasm, he picked up the pace again.

Hand behind one of her knees, he lifted the leg to his hip, the different angle pushing him farther inside her.

Powerful strokes carried him in and out, and it took only moments until his balls lifted tight to his body, the electric bolts of ecstasy spreading out from his spine to every inch of his skin.

Forehead to her shoulder, he let the sensation sweep him away, the tight hold of her arms and hands anchoring him in the moment. Heat surrounded the head of his cock as he flooded the condom, blindly resentful of that barrier as he’d never been before.

Someday. That was the only word he let himself think before sinking down to blanket her body with his own.

“ Ellen .”

Her hands brushed up and down his back, fingers stroking his spine and ribs, rising to thread through his hair.

“I’ve got you.” Her words were soft, but the meaning profound. “I’ve got you, Liam.”

This time it was Ellen who slipped from the bed and took care of the condom, bringing back a warm, wet cloth to clean his face and throat, washing his chest and belly before cleaning his cock with care.

A moment later, he had an armful of warm, wiggling woman as she snuggled close, one leg thrown over his thighs as she returned her head to the pillow of his chest.

“Night, Liam.”

He smiled into the darkness, arm curled around her shoulders, fingers threaded through hers on his belly.

“Night, Karma.”