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He drove me fucking crazy, and I showed it. I fucked myself on his addictive cock and chased the moment where he filled my ass with his come. It was all I wanted, more than my own orgasm.
Just breathe with me.
I shivered at the rasp of his beard against my neck. He nipped at my skin, only to soothe the sting with the tip of his tongue.
It became too much. My orgasm was too close—I couldn’t go back any longer.
He must’ve noticed I was close when I couldn’t stick to the rhythm anymore. He pushed me forward on all fours again, tightened his hold on my cock, and fucked me in quick thrusts where he never pulled out more than a couple inches.
It pushed me over the edge within seconds.
I came violently, robbing me of all strength and energy, and he rubbed the fluids all over my cock and balls. I couldn’t breathe. I couldn’t do anything. But it didn’t matter, because then it was his turn, and he rocked into me a few more times before he slammed into my ass once more and fell on top of me.
I went willingly into the abyss with him. Trapped between a mattress and the hottest man on earth while he shot his climax into my ass—yeah, I couldn’t think of a better place to be.
I felt his heart hammering.
His shallow breaths against my neck.
His cock pulsing inside me.
And like a flip of a switch, it became vital that he didn’t figure out it was me, because we had to do this again. And again and again. Now I’d gotten a taste, and I was already hooked.
Shan rolled off me eventually, and he closed the distance and kissed me deeply—but with a sense of finality. He wasn’t going to linger. He could fool himself into believing that we hadn’t just shared something incredibly intimate, but he drew the line at cuddling.
I couldn’t even be mad. If anything, it was funny.
He gave my ass a rough squeeze. Then, as he started leaving the bed, he leaned over and freaking bit my ass cheek. And with a final squeeze, he was gone.
I grinned against the mattress and blew out a breath.
Minutes later, when it was my turn to get dressed in the alcove, I saw I had a text waiting.
Same time tomorrow.
Chapter 12
He became my drug.
He was constantly on my mind, in my dreams, my plans.
I tried to focus on what Finn was saying, but I was running on fumes after being awake for almost three days.
I could still feel Shan’s hands on me from last night when he nearly choked me out and fucked me up against a wall.
Passion on that level had never existed for me before.
The day before yesterday, he’d bent me over the couch and—
“Oi!” Finn snapped his fingers in my face, and I flinched back and scrubbed my hands over my face. “Jesus Christ, mate. What’s wrong wit’chu? I thought you were working less these days.”
I was. “I am—sorry.” I smacked my cheeks and sat up straighter. “I was up all night.”
It wasn’t my intention to throw Shannon under the bus, but I might as well. Just because we were screwing each other’s brains out several times a week didn’t mean life was great. I just couldn’t stop meeting with him—despite I knew I should, because he wasn’t doing any better. If anything, he’d been faring worse since the anniversary of Patrick’s death a few weeks ago.
Finn frowned and gathered his keys and whatnot, then rose from his chair. “I’m guessing it’s got something to do with Pop. I thought he acted weird at dinner last weekend.”
“Aye.” We left his office together and took the elevator down, and neither of us had anything to say on the matter. It sucked. But what could we do? Shan had dismissed three shrinks after one or two sessions. He still didn’t wanna work, whether it involved starting up his practice again or taking a position with the Sons.
“Aw, shit—I forgot my tag,” Finn bitched.
“I have mine.” I dug it out from my pocket.
They were a new feature on Eric’s insistence. All employees of Finn’s security firm needed ID tags to get in and out of the building, and the exterior had been reinforced. It was the only way Eric—and I—felt comfortable having Finn work here every day.
Once we were outside, I texted his driver to say I was taking Finn to our next location. From there, Connor could pick him up and take him home. For the first time in ages, I had nothing planned for the evening, so I was going to buy a bag of chips, shower, eat in front of the TV, and crash.
“Should I send him to Chicago for a while?” Finn pondered. “Maybe it would do him good to see the twins…? Or just to get out of the city for a week or two.”
