Shattered Heart: The Donnellys, Book 3

by Dorothy F. Shaw

  “Hell, we were kids. Plus, seeing as though you’re my best friend’s baby sister…” It was his turn to shrug. “Meant you were kinda off-limits.”

  “So now I’m not off-limits? Is that it?” A coy smile arched her lips and his fingers ached to touch them.

  Instead he smoothed his palms around her sides, loving how her tiny waist flared into full hips. “Well, if I abide by the friend code, it means you’re totally off-limits.” There went the E-brake and along with it, her smile. Damn. For the life of him all Shane wanted was to put that pretty arch back on her lips. Garth Brooks’s “To Make You Feel My Love” echoed from the club’s sound system, and Shane sent up a silent prayer of thanks. “Dance with me?”

  That gorgeous smile came back even brighter than before. “You dance?”

  “Yes, ma’am. I sure do. Think you can keep up?” He let her go, took her hand and tugged her toward the dance floor.

  “Oh, I know I can keep up just fine. It’s a slow song after all.” Cyn laughed and it carried over the loud music, rippling over his skin.

  When they reached the floor, he turned to face her, raised their clasped hands and wrapped his other around her waist, and pulled her against him. “You can two-step, right?”

  “Wait, what?”

  With a chuckle, he started moving, urging her backward with the sway of his body and shuffle of his feet. The song was perfect to move with her to. Shane had no idea if she’d ever danced a two-step before, but he was betting she’d catch on pretty quick. She stumbled a bit, but he held her tight and kept them in time. As he figured, within a few beats, she caught his rhythm and synced her steps with his. “Atta girl. You got it.”

  She glanced down at their feet, smiling. “Wow.”

  Yeah, wow was right. Shane rounded the floor with her, his hand pressed tight to her lower back, her full breasts pressed even tighter to his lower chest. Even with the significant difference in their height, she fit against him perfectly. He drew in a deep breath and her sweet scent wound its way into his lungs, making him dizzy with desire.

  He gazed down at her. Shit, bad idea. The swell of her cleavage above her low-cut silver top was a target for his eyes. Another dangerous temptation. His dick thought it was a great idea, thickening further behind his zipper. He turned her, keeping her tight against him, and her brown eyes sparkled from the lights in the club and what he hoped was excitement, and then she licked her lips again.

  It took everything he had in him, but he jerked his eyes away from her mouth. “Cyn, you keep licking those fine lips of yours and I’m going to end up kissing you.”

  She arched a brow and grinned, a devious glint in her pretty brown eyes. Yep, screwed. Fuck!

  Cyn’s body tingled from head to toe as Shane danced her, slow and easy, around the dance floor. He wanted to kiss her. Which was bad—very bad, because she desperately wanted to be kissed. With his big body pressed against hers, she let herself pretend, if only for a few minutes while the music played, that there was no Carlos, no horrible track record because of her broken picker and, for fuck’s sake, no self-imposed moratorium.

  Before she’d run into him—literally—she’d been half-drunk. Maybe whole-drunk was more accurate. But now she felt stone-cold sober. Sober enough she was unable to deny that the man, who smelled better than chocolate ice cream, had been her unattainable dream. The one forever in the “what if” category. The very one that she swore, if she ever got the chance—the freaking opportunity, she’d take it. In a hot second. And now he wanted to kiss her.

  What the hell was she thinking? This was Shane-fucking-Conlon! She was taking her goddamn chance; it was likely the only one she’d get. Cyn licked her lips again and he groaned. A thrill raced through her and lust pooled in her stomach. “What if I want you to kiss me?”

  “I’d say you’ve been drinking.” He turned them.

  “So have you.” She ran a fingertip down the side of his neck.

  “You’re playing with fire.” He gazed down at her with his lips pressed tight together, and the muscles in his jaw twitched.

  “Nobody has to know. More specifically, Joey doesn’t have to know.”

  He sighed through his nose and his hand on her lower back slipped around her waist and gripped her tight. “Killing me.”

  “I’d rather be kissing you.”

  He steered them off the dance floor, and walked Cyn to a far corner of the bar, turned her and backed her against a wall. “You think that’d be enough?”

  The cool panel of the wall against Cyn’s back sent a chill racing over her skin. Shane dropped her hand and framed her waist in his big palms. He was so much taller than her, and built like a truck—towering over Cyn, blocking out everything around her. Cyn gazed up at him as she ran her hands up his muscled chest and over his broad shoulders. With a slight grin arching one corner of her lips, she tiptoed up and circled the back of his neck with her palms, tickling the edge of his close-cut hair with her fingertips.

  Their lips were only a breath away, their bodies pressed tight together. He was hard; she felt the line of his cock against her stomach like a brand on her skin. “Do it, Shane. Kiss me.”

  “It’s not going to be enough.” He grazed his lips over hers.

  It was a bare whisper of a touch, nothing more, but filled with so much heat Cyn’s entire body ached for him—for more. “Do it.”

  “Cyn—”

  Screw it. Cyn gripped the back of his neck and jerked him to her lips. His mouth came down over hers and his warm tongue swept inside, and—oh, sweet baby Jesus—he was right. Cyn arched against him and Shane’s grip tightened on her hips, pulling her tighter to his hard body.

  She deepened the kiss and knew this one taste wasn’t going to be near enough.

  Shane’s body was locked, loaded and ready to fire. Cyn’s soft curves were molded against him as he devoured her mouth like a starving man. She tasted sweeter than anything he ever remembered having on his tongue before. Plus, she kissed like a woman on a mission. Like she knew what she wanted and wasn’t going to stop until she got it.

  They’d both been drinking and he knew carrying on like this with her was a bad idea. Hell, laying his hands on her to begin with had been a bad idea, but once he had her in his arms, he couldn’t help himself. He’d told her he needed to abide by the friend code, but in truth, he’d said it more for his benefit than hers. Shane really did want to respect Joey. He’d meant everything he said to his best friend, but goddamn, she was lighting his fire in such a big way, he didn’t think he could stay away from her.

  Her tongue stroked over his bottom lip and then she nipped it. He groaned and pressed her against the wall and, without another thought, smoothed a hand up her side to one perfect, full breast. Just a little more, a few more minutes. Just…fuuuuckkk!

  This was too good. She was too hot. Shane wanted inside her. Like, right fucking then.

  He broke from her lips, and ran his mouth over her jaw and down the side of her sweet neck. “You taste so damn good.” He still had her breast in his palm and couldn’t stop himself from squeezing the firm flesh. Wanting more, he ran his thumb over the tight peak of her nipple through her shirt.

  Cyn scraped her blunt nails up the front of his zipper, grazing his prick through the denim. “Don’t stop.”

  “Girl…” He nipped her collarbone and tugged the low neckline of her shirt down just enough to reveal more of the perfect swell of her breasts. “Told you.” He swiped a finger inside her bra and found her nipple. “Told you it wouldn’t be enough.”

  She gasped and gripped his dick through his jeans. Holy shit. Shane growled and rolled his hips, pressing against her palm.

  “Too late now.” She caught his mouth again and slid her tongue between his lips.

  Shane was ready to explode, his dick throbbing as she rubbed her palm up and down the outline of his shaft. He cuppe
d both of her tits, squeezing them, and then pinched her nipples through her thin top and bra. She whimpered and he swallowed it down, devouring her mouth. The kiss got hotter, wetter, deeper, and his head spun.

  Her taste filled his bloodstream, and her lips and tongue stole his breath. Every inch of his skin came to life…for her.

  How in the hell had he not realized this raging chemistry existed between them before? Worse, now that he’d found it, he wasn’t sure he could go without it again. If Shane had known—damn—if he’d known this was what he’d have with Cynthia Donnelly, he would’ve grabbed hold of her seventeen years ago and not let go.

  But now he did know. Of course, the problem with that was he couldn’t un-know. The bell had been rung and without a doubt he was going to have this woman. He was going there—sure as fuck many more times than just once.

  Chapter Nine

  Cyn gripped the thick ridge of Shane’s cock through his jeans and whimpered into his mouth. Between her tits being squeezed tight in his big hands and the play on her nipples, Cyn thought she might actually have an orgasm. Fucking hell, he was building her up, and fast. Her tits were her greatest weakness. She loved them played with. Pinched, grabbed, fucked—oh God! His dick felt huge in her palm and now she couldn’t get the image of what all that thickness would look like sliding through her cleavage. She gasped. “Shane.”

  “Anything.” He nipped her bottom lip and squeezed her tits again. “Anything you want.”

  Anything, huh? She gazed up at him through a haze of lust. “I want this—” she gripped his shaft, “—fucking between my tits.”

  He clenched his jaw; that muscle in his cheek flexed again and she wanted to nip at it with her teeth. Jesus, that was hot. Then he growled. “Your place.”

  It wasn’t a question; it was a command. And holy fuck, because they were still in the bar, one she was happy to follow. The tequila had her acting all footloose and dignity-free. In her opinion, there was nothing worse than a drunk chick making out in a bar, yet here she was, doing just that. Cyn glanced to her left and right. At least no one saw them, or she hoped. Shane was so big, and she so short, Cyn was pretty sure he’d blocked anyone’s view of what was going on between them. She drew in a deep breath and licked her lips. Fuck, he tasted good. “Meet me out front in five.”

  “You and that tongue.” He groaned. “As much as I hate to ever utter these words, you might want to let go of my cock.”

  “Shit!” Cyn glanced down at her hand. Yep, there it was, attached to his prick like it’d been glued there. She laughed and let go. “Five minutes.”

  He nodded and she ducked under his arm, heading for the front bar. Cyn had no idea where her family was and she prayed with each step that she wouldn’t run into them. She pulled her phone from her back pock—

  “Hey! There you are.” Maiya grabbed her arm.

  “Here I am!” Cyn grinned.

  Maiya wiped under Cyn’s bottom lip with her thumb. “Jeez. Your lipstick is smeared. And you look a little—oh my fucking God! Were you with Shane?”

  Cyn’s eyes went wide. Shit! She had no idea what to say. Normally she was quicker on her feet than this, but her brain had apparently short-circuited due to fierce contact with Shane’s tongue, body, cock and hands. Dammit! Plus, Maiya had a gift of reading people, like she was reading Cyn right now. “Um…”

  Maiya crossed her arms. “Cyn, really?”

  “Well…” Cyn shrugged. “Can you blame me? I mean look at him! He’s just so—”

  “Ya know what? You’re right. Do it. Go for it. Fuck it, or him,” Maiya giggled, “but make it good because you’re going back to your moratorium first thing in the morning.” Cyn opened her mouth to make another excuse, but Maiya cut her off. “No, honey. Don’t. It’s okay. I love you and it’s your life, and yep, he is just so… Mmm. Far from me to begrudge you a few long-awaited orgasms.” Maiya grinned. “Go have fun.”

  “I love you too.” She gave Maiya a kiss on the cheek.

  Free to go, Cyn navigated the crowd toward the exit—a little hitch in her step and sway in her hips while Big and Rich’s “Save a Horse (Ride a Cowboy)” played. Just as she reached the doors, she requested an Uber car from her cell. When she stepped outside, Shane was standing off to the left, leaning against the building, leg bent with one booted foot propped on the wall behind him.

  Big muscles, narrow waist and thick legs waiting just for her. All he was missing was a cowboy hat pulled low. Cyn shook her head. Good God, he was fine…the man was far too fucking fine, and it took her breath away. A beachboy turned cowboy, and she was going to ride him until the freaking sun came up. Giddy-up!

  Shane felt her before he saw her. As he glanced at her, he cursed himself a thousand different ways because he was doing this. There was no way he wasn’t doing this. A better man would’ve stopped long before it started, but at that moment, Shane couldn’t be a better man. He’d just gotten a taste of something he’d never had in his life and at his age, with all he’d survived, a person didn’t pass an opportunity such as this up. “You ready?”

  “I called for an Uber.”

  “A what?”

  She laughed and the sweet sound went straight to his still-rock-hard dick. Cyn stepped closer, shoving her phone in her back pocket. “It’s like a cab, but less expensive and much cleaner.”

  “How much time till it gets here?” He tugged her in front of him and ran the tips of his fingers over her cleavage.

  With a moan, she licked her lips, and pulled her phone from her pocket again. After studying the screen, she looked up at him. “Four minutes.”

  He bent his head. “Gimme that tongue.” Cyn snaked out her tongue and licked over his top lip. His dick jerked behind his zipper and he grabbed her ass, hiking her against him. “I got uses for that tongue.”

  “Oh yeah?” She rolled her hips. “Me too.”

  Shane took her mouth again in another frantic clashing of tongues and teeth, sucking the taste of her down like she was air for him to breathe. The fire between them got hotter. Intense, chaotic and out of control. Getting her out of her clothes and getting between her legs was mission critical. His dick was about to explode, and based on what she’d said in the club, he’d be exploding, at least the first time, all over her delectable tits. He dived his fingers into her hair and jerked her head back. “I want inside you.”

  Cyn moaned and rubbed against him. A car pulled up in front of the bar and she let him go and checked her phone. “That’s our ride. Come on.”

  With his hand in hers, Shane let Cyn lead him to the sedan. They slipped inside the backseat and she confirmed the address with the driver. Before they’d even pulled out of the parking lot, she’d shifted in the seat and was licking and sucking at his neck. Goddamn, she was blowing his mind, and in the best possible way. Cynthia Donnelly, all petite and perfect curves, had her hands, mouth and tongue all over him. Was she crazy? Wait. Shit… “Cyn?”

  “Yeah.” She nipped at his earlobe.

  Fuck him, he was about to throw some cold water on their flames. “How much did you drink tonight?”

  She giggled. “A bunch. Why?”

  Fuck. “Maybe we should reconsider this.”

  She jerked away like he’d burned her. “What?”

  “Come on now. Don’t look at me like that. You know why.” Damn, he couldn’t believe he was doing this, but it was important.

  She slid away from him. “How much did you have to drink tonight?”

  “A bunch. But I’m sober now.”

  “And so’m I.”

  “But, Cyn… I just want to make—”

  “Hey, listen.” She brushed her hair out of her eyes. “I appreciate you looking out and wanting to do the right thing…making sure I’m not too drunk to know what I’m doing, or make a competent decision. But, honey?” She moved close again and curled her hand behi
nd his neck. “I’m good. And I know exactly what the hell I’m doing. So, shut the fuck up and kiss me, Shane.”

  All he could do was smile at her. Yeah, they were two consenting adults, and true, he wanted to make sure she was in her right mind and knew what she was doing. He might be weak in this moment, and failing as far as the vow he’d made to himself and her brother, but he wasn’t a fool or a dickhead. He’d known this gorgeous creature her entire life and he cared about her. Shane wanted to do right by her…even if it meant not getting to sink between her thighs and her extremely unbelievable tits tonight. He could be patient; he could wait.

  In the dim shadows inside the car’s interior, Cyn bent her head and laid a kiss on him that made everything in his body go tight—tighter than it already was. He was glad he’d taken the time to ask if she was good. But goddamn, when he realized she was, relief blazed through him like a speeding bullet, and as soon as she got them inside her place, he planned on getting inside her. Shane was going to devour this little petite firecracker and couldn’t wait to be burned by every single one of her sparks.

  Chapter Ten

  Cyn struggled with the key in her front door lock as Shane snugged up behind her—his hands roaming from her tits, down her sides, to her ass and back up again. “Fuck.” She breathed and tried again. “Got it!”

  As soon as her feet were over the threshold, Shane spun her in his arms and kicked the door closed behind him. “Mine.”

  Had he just said “mine”? And was that a growl? Cyn didn’t have time to think about it further because he spun her again, picked her up and pressed her against the solid wood of the door. She wrapped her legs around his waist and he ground against her center. “Holy fuck.” She clawed at his back wanting desperately to feel his skin.

  Shane yanked her silver top down and ran his tongue over the top of her breast. “Said something about me fucking between these?” With one hand on her ass, he hiked her higher and tugged her bra cup down with the other, revealing one tight nipple. “Oh, girl. Dayyyumm!” Dipping his head, he bit the pink nub and then sucked it deep into the heat of his mouth.