“Ewan?”
“Yes.”
“Make love to me.” I brush my hand down his ridged abs and find a stiff cock.
“I told you that night I don’t make love.”
“Are you sure?” I kiss him, and he consumes me back.
“You’re right. I don’t know what this is. It’s not fucking. I’m lost in you. It’s nothing like I ever felt.” He positions himself on top of me. “My cock’s never ached like this for anyone. I just worry I’m a sick bastard because you’re my niece.”
Telling him we’re not blood related sits on my tongue, but it’s too late as he slides into me. It’s heaven, and the way he pulls my leg up, getting so damn deep, the taboo lust drives him to take me harder.
“Fuck, you feel so good.” He thrusts, making fireworks explode behind my eyes.
We go at it most of the night, him coming inside me again and again. I’m sore and wet, but I get on my hands and knees, biting the pillow so I don’t scream. I soak in every second of this night because I may never have one like it again.
Maybe it’s for the best that Kieran will just use me for children. Ewan promised to be a force in Sadie’s life. We’ll always have these days and wild nights. We’ll always be one in some way. We’ll always have stolen glances and hidden touches when no one’s looking.
But nothing more because I don’t want to come between him and his king. Or drive him to be dishonorable.
After so many climaxes, I’m ravaged with exhaustion. The sun will be up in an hour, and I fight to stay awake, counting the minutes before I have to go back to my own bed. Sadie can’t find me in here.
I don’t know when I lost that battle. I’m in a dream where I hear voices. And knocking.
“Darcy?” My mum’s voice breaks through the haze.
I bolt up, naked in my brother’s bed, watching the bedroom door slowly open.
CHAPTER SEVENTEEN
Darcy
Mylifeflashesbeforemy eyes as I tumble from James’s bed, pulling Maimeó’s quilt around my sore, naked body. “Mum!”
She stands there in a raincoat, holding her overnight bag, looking at me strangely. “What are you doing sleeping in here, Darc?” She notices I’m not wearing anything the way her eyebrows arch in surprise.
“Um…” I glance over my shoulder at the large lump of covers behind me, hoping she doesn’t follow my gaze.
“Mummy, do you want pancakes?” Sadie stands there, too, with a plate, syrup dripping down the sides.
So, this is what a heart attack feels like.
“Okay, hold on,” I cry out, ready to see my entire world come apart at the seams. “Everyone. I can explain.”
“Explain, what?” Mum says, but looks up. “Shite, what happened to the ceiling?”
Ewan, now! Roll out of bed and get on the floor.
I turn to push him, but the other side of the bed is empty. What the bloody hell?
Pancakes.
“Sadie?” I tug the quilt tighter. “Who made you those pancakes?”
“I did.” Ewan steps behind Sadie, wearing jeans and a T-shirt. His hair is messed up from my pulling on it all night, mostly when his mouth was on my pussy. His eyes look tired from riding me hard until dawn. Filling me up each time. I had no idea a sterile man could spill so much seed into me. Or be proud of making such a mess of me.
“He’s been downstairs for an hour.” Sadie digs into her plate.