“God, woman,” I groan. “Don’t tempt me.” I want to shove my cock in her, impale her until she screams, thrust in so hard and deep she knows to her very core that she’s mine. But I can’t. I won’t. I have to ease her into this.
The first full thrust of my cock makes her moan and whimper a little.
“Does it hurt?” I ask her.
“Only a little.”
“Let me make it better.”
I kiss her cheek, then her lips, then suck the tender skin at her neck between my lips as I build a slow, steady, certain rhythm, thrusting in and out while the tight, hot walls of her sex clench. Christ, it’s fucking brilliant.
“Yes,” she breathes. “Oh God, yes.”
I hold my body above hers, so I don’t smother the girl. Her breath catches when I thrust, her hips rising to meet mine.
“Perfect,” she moans. “Yes. Oh, God, yes, Cormac, just like that.”
I rock my hips against hers, the slick arousal between us helping me build a rhythm that’s harder and faster, until she’s moaning on the edge of climax.
“Come with me,” I command.
I chase my release and she’s right there with me, her moans mingling with mine as we hit our stride, bliss rolling through me as her own pleasure consumes her.
“God, yes,” she moans. “Cormac. Fuck, yes.”
“Mine,” I whisper in her ear, as I’m blinded by pleasure, her tight pussy milking my cock. We stay locked like that until our panting slows. I drop my head to her shoulder and close my eyes, granting myself this moment of perfection.
I had another chance, and this was exactly what I’d have wanted her first time to be like.
She drags her hand lazily through my hair.
“Beautiful,” she says. “Was our first time together like that? I have this vague recollection of being nervous, then nothing…”
I won’t lie, but I won’t tell her the truth either. “This might as well have been our first time if you don’t remember the actual first. First times are sometimes awkward and clumsy anyway.”
She chuckles softly. “Cormac, you’re many things, but awkward and clumsy at lovemaking isn’t it.”
“Why thank you,” I say. With reluctance, I pull out of her and roll to the side. We lie in tangled sheets.
She reaches for my hand and entwines my fingers with hers. “Who was outside?”
“Fucking reporter.”
“He trespassed on property?” she asks, shocked.
“She.”
“Ohhh. She. What did he… do with her?”
“Dunno. But I trust him.”
She’s quiet for a minute. “I’m assuming people aren’t allowed to trespass on your property.”
“Ah, no.”
“And I’m… further assuming that… people who do regret it.”
“Something like.”
“Well I hope he doesn’t hurt her.” I don’t respond. “Cormac,” she says, more insistent this time. “I hope he won’t hurt her?”
“Depends on what you mean by hurt, sweetheart.”
She smacks my shoulder and sits up in bed, her pretty eyes flashing. “Oh, come off it! You know exactly what I mean.”
I hold her wrist. “Enough. Keep your hands to yourself, Aileen. Don’t strike me again. Ever.”
She silently fumes, but after a brief moment of silent struggle, she concedes. “Fine. Let me go.”
“Say please.”
She growls and huffs, but finally says, “Please.”
Once she’s settled, I answer. “There are many ways we could hurt someone, Aileen. Now is it the same when one of my brothers gives a spy a beating to teach him a lesson, or when I take you across my knee for your smart mouth?”
She doesn’t answer. My voice drops to a warning tone. “Aileen.”
“Fine,” she says. “No, it isn’t the same. But do you really think Nolan will… strike her?”
“Lass, I’ve no idea what Nolan would do. But if it were me? I’d at least tie her up and interrogate her. I’d want to instill the fear of God in her, no matter what that took. Trespassing as a spy on Clan property is punishable by far harsher methods than he’s likely to inflict on her. But the woman’s trouble.”
“How so?”
“She’s been putting her nose where it doesn’t belong now for a good year, and it’s about time she realizes that if she gets too close to fire, she’ll get burned.”
Aileen frowns. “Well, what’s her problem, then? Why doesn’t she just leave well enough alone? You deserve your privacy.”
Seems she’s changed her mind on which side to take.
“Aye. We do. We may skirt the law, but we keep peace in Ballyhock, and we keep the inhabitants of our little village well protected. The Clan is the very backbone of our economy, and it’s because of us that half the village is employed.”
“They work for you?”
“Some. But our entire strategy involves supporting local business. Heavily. And if she comes in and digs for dirt, she could upset the whole economical structure of Ballyhock.”
Her pretty brows draw together in consternation. “Well that’s not fair.”
“Certainly not,” I say with a nod. Now she’s catching on. “But Nolan is a fair, just man. He isn’t power-hungry like some other men I know. He’ll get his point across with as little force as possible.”