Faerie Fate (27 page)

“Hey, cousin,” Rory
called after him, grinning from ear to ear. “You’ll be needin’ the keys.” He
tossed the keys to their rental car to Kieran, who caught them deftly with one
hand. He watched as Kieran hurried Becca out, the two of them all but trotting
to the parking lot. He turned to the older man who’d come up beside him. “He’s
absolutely gobsmacked by her,” he chuckled.

“Aye,” Neal agreed.

Rory sighed. “Makes
yee want to weep for joy, doesn’t it? What babies the two of them will make.”
Becca’s parents stared at Rory, shocked by his statement. The cocky Irishman
flashed them an impudent grin. “Trust me. Kieran’s an honorable man. He’ll be
weddin’ her before they make those babies.”

“I should hope so,”
Becca’s mother sputtered.

Once Kieran had
Becca safely in the front seat, and he was behind the wheel, he let out a long
breath.

“What’s your hurry?”

Kieran grabbed her
hand and placed it on his groin. “If I don’t have yee soon, cailín, I’ll burst
for fair certain.”

When Becca realized
what she was touching, her eyes widened. He was hard and huge, and she very
suddenly wanted to be flat on her back with him between her legs.

“How fast can you
drive?”

“Fast enough.”

Chapter Twenty-Two

They barely made it
inside Kieran’s hotel room, before his mouth descended on hers. As soon as they
stepped off the crowded elevator and the doors whispered shut, he sucked her
tongue into his mouth, his lips claiming hers. All the way down the hallway,
her tongue dueled with his, until he kissed her so hard, he sucked the air
right out of her lungs. Panting, Becca clung to him as they stumbled through
the door. He kicked it shut with one foot while he stripped off her riding
jacket. She fumbled with the buttons on his uniform jacket. He swatted her
hands away.

“Let me,” he
growled. While he fought the buttons, Becca unfastened his belt. “
’
Twould
be easier if we each worked our own,” he suggested.

“Smart idea.”

The tiny buttons on
her formal shirt stymied her, though. She kicked off her boots and peeled out
of her breeches. Socks soon followed, but she couldn’t decide about the lacy
scrap of underwear she wore. She went back to work on her shirt buttons.

Impatient, Kieran
grabbed her shirt. “I’ll buy you a new one,” he growled against her lips as he
ripped the buttons free. He pushed the material off her shoulders and gazed
adoringly at her breasts as they peeked out of her bra. “Ah, cailín,” he
murmured before he buried his face in the valley between them.

They fell back on
the bed, and Becca realized that Kieran was completely naked. The hard evidence
of his desire pressed against her belly, but that wasn’t where she wanted it.
He kissed her hard, then released her lips to rain kisses down her throat and
across her chest. His tongue worried the edge of her lacy bra. She squirmed
even more. He discovered the clasp to her bra in the front and as soon as he
undid it, her breasts slipped from the lace. He lowered his head, and his mouth
claimed the rosy tip of one breast. She arched against him. His tongue teased
her nipple while one of his hands paid homage to her other breast. His free
hand traced across her ribs and down to caress her hip. It slipped inside her
panties and found moist heat waiting.

He shuddered. She
was as ready for him as he was for her. His hand dipped lower, between her
legs, and his thumb found the nub at the entrance to her slick folds. He teased
it, and her flesh grew slick as warm liquid pooled. Slipping a finger inside,
he was amazed at how tight she was.

Becca gasped when
his finger pushed inside her. When a second joined the first, she couldn’t
decide if she was feeling pleasure or pain. At that point, they were almost the
same thing. She might be a virgin, but she wanted this man inside her with
every ounce of her being.

Kieran could wait no
longer. She was ready and willing, and he was more than able. He stripped the
scrap of lace from between her legs and nudged her thighs apart with his knees.
He settled between her long legs, teasing the tip of his
boidín
against
the slick folds hiding the entrance to her very core. His hand guided the tip
inside her, and he pushed in with a thrust of his hips.

Becca gasped as his
hard thickness spread her. She took a deep breath, trying to force the muscles
in that area of her body to relax. The anticipation had her so keyed up that
not a single
muscle in her body was
relaxed. Her friends in college had spent hours in the dorm talking about sex.
She knew this first time would hurt. She just wanted it over with so she could
relax and enjoy the next time.

He pushed in
farther, still amazed by how tight she was. Then the head of his
boidín
met resistance—the thin membrane of her maidenhead. He stared at her, confused.
She had so much latent sexuality, and was just has hot and excited as he was.
It hadn’t occurred to him she might be a virgin—not in this day and age for
sure. He grinned despite himself when he saw her face. Her eyes were screwed
shut, and her brow was knitted into a ferocious frown. He kissed the corner of
her mouth.

“Why dinnit yee tell
me?” he whispered against her lips.

Becca cocked one eye
open to look at him. “Does it make a difference?”

“Absolutely,” he
affirmed. “
’
Tis all the difference in the world.” He kissed her, his
lips softening against hers. He traced her jawline with his tongue, following
it up to the soft skin beneath her ear. “I want only pleasure for you, Becca,
not pain. Are yee sure yer wantin’ to do this?”

“Absolutely,” she
sighed, opening both eyes. “You tie me up in knots, Kieran. Completely and
absolutely. I’ve never felt like this.” Her long lashes shuttered her eyes.
“I’m just afraid that it won’t be good for you,” she admitted self-consciously.

“Ah, cailín, how
could yee worry about such a trivial thing? Just let me love yee and
’
twill
be good for me.” He slipped out of her while kissing her lips again, long and
hard, his tongue diving deep and withdrawing, mimicking what he was going to do
with the rest of his body eventually.

When he’d kissed her
breathless, his mouth wandered down her neck and across her chest. He paid rapt
attention to each breast, teasing the rosy tips into hard little peaks. Lips
and tongue then skittered down her ribs to find the soft skin where thigh met
belly. His hand splayed across her belly and he liked the little swell he found
there. Someday, his child would grow there. He was as certain of that fact as
he was of his name.

His finger once
again found her sheath hot and wet, but still too tight to accept the size and
length of him without pain. He nuzzled the inside of her thighs then slid off
the bed. Kneeling beside the bed, he grabbed her by the hips and swiveled her
around so he would have easy access. He put her legs over his shoulders and
dipped his head to taste her.

At the first touch
of his tongue, Becca almost jumped out of her skin. His tongue lapped at her
silken folds, then flicked across the nub. His lips greedily sought that tiny
little bud, his teeth nipping and gently pulling. A spring coiled tight inside
her. His tongue pushed into her, tasting and testing. He raised his head to
watch her as his long, strong finger replaced his mouth. That spring wound
tighter. In and out his finger danced, until she was pushing against his hand.
Two fingers went in and still she pressed for more.

Slowly, surely, his
fingers stretched and soothed her deep inside, preparing the way. His thumb
found the nub again and rubbed. He was rewarded by a soft mewling noise. The
muscles in her sheath contracted, claiming his fingers. His free hand found one
of her breasts, cupping its soft firmness while his finger and thumb teased the
nipple. Becca panted now, frantically pushing against his fingers and hand. He
felt the shudder that began in her central core.

The rolling tremble
starting behind her belly button spread out all the way to her fingers and
toes. “Ahh.” She exhaled. Just before another spasm consumed her, she managed a
quick breath around the hitch in her chest.

Kieran groaned as
she shuddered against his hand. He almost came, too, but forced himself to hang
on. He put her legs down, and slowly slid up her body. He kissed her long and
deep. “
’
Tis only the first of many,” he promised.

He thought his cock
would burst if it got any harder. He had to bury himself in Becca, and he had
to do it now. “Now,” he growled. “I will have you now.”

Becca nodded,
panting. “Finally,” she agreed.

He’d already fitted
himself between her legs, and his smooth tip hovered at her sweet entrance. She
squirmed, trying to fit them together. “It will still hurt a bit, but
’
twill
be easier now,” he reassured. Once again, he guided his
boidín
into her.
It was immediately surrounded by wet, pulsing silk. He pushed into her gently,
stopping to allow her muscles to relax and accommodate him.

“The hell with
this,” Becca cried. She grabbed his buttocks with both hands and arched into
him, driving the full length of him to her very core. It hurt more than she’d
anticipated, and tears glistened in the corners of her eyes, but for the first
time, she felt truly complete and alive.

He lay still, afraid
if he moved, or if she moved, he’d spill too soon. He kissed the tears from her
eyes, propping most of his weight on his elbows, making it easier for her to
breathe. He was a big man and didn’t want to crush her. He brushed a tendril of
golden hair back from her forehead. He kissed the spot on her forehead where
his fingers had brushed her soft skin, and then he kissed the tip of her nose
before his lips found hers, kissing them tenderly as well. “I dinnit want to
hurt you, cailín,” he murmured.

Becca kissed the
hollow of his shoulder. “No,” she argued, her eyes flashing with mischievous
glints. “You’d have taken all damn night to get it done.”

Kieran grinned at
her cheekiness, but he was once more in control. He pulled back, his cock
sliding out of her. Becca cried out, trying to hold him in. Kieran drove back
into her and she cried out again, this time in relief. Slowly, he withdrew
again, then pumped deeper. Each time, her muscles flexed, trying to hold him
deep within her. Slow, sure, in control, he rocked inside her. Withdrawing,
then plunging with more intensity. Her hips rose to meet his, and then she took
control. She sped up the tempo, urging him deeper and deeper still. Harder.
Faster. She clung to his shoulders, wrapped her long legs around his waist, and
locked her ankles behind his back. He groaned.

They both spiraled
out of control, reaching higher and higher. Becca’s sheath was slick and hot,
and the sweet moisture of her passion trickled down his thigh. He put his hands
under her hips, tilting her so he could drive himself into the very center of
her.

His
boidín
throbbed in time with the contractions running through her sheath. He was about
to explode so he gathered her into his arms. She opened wide to receive him,
and as he pumped his seed into her secret depths, she gathered him close to
keep him. Becca shuddered as wave after wave of shooting stars imploded in her
middle. She whimpered and Kieran immediately shifted his weight, afraid he was
crushing her.

“Did I hurt you?”
His voice was tight with fear. He’d planned to take it slow and easy, but when
she’d arched into him, forcing his
boidín
so deep, he’d lost a little
bit of control. He grinned, ruefully admitting to himself, he’d lost a lot of
control. She smiled into the hollow of his chest, and he could feel her lips
curling against him.

“How long before we
can do that again?” she asked, her voice muffled by his warm skin.

Shocked, Kieran
braced his hands on the bed and reared back. He stared down at her. “What did
you just say?”

Becca trailed her
fingers down his muscled sides and across his back, stopping when she got to
the hard muscles of his buttocks. She squirmed, and then flexed the muscles in
her vagina, caressing his entire shaft. “You heard me.” She grinned. “When can
you do that again?”

Kieran groaned.
She’d completely drained him and now, not five minutes later, she wanted to do
it again. “You are insatiable,” he teased.

“Yes,” she replied
truthfully.

****

Two days later, Rory
and Neal met Kieran in the bar of their hotel. When the big man was slow to sit
and grimaced as he settled on the wooden stool, Rory guffawed and slapped him
on the back. “And where are yee hidin’ the fair Rebecca?” he teased his cousin.

“She’s gone back to
her hotel to pack. I’m picking her up in an hour. I called the colonel, and
he’s given me three weeks’ leave. Not much time to plan and execute a wedding,
but Becca says her mother can handle it with her eyes closed.” Now it was
Kieran’s turn to smirk. Rory and Neal both had to force their gaping mouths
closed.

“Yee’ve known the
cailín only briefly, Kieran,” Neal counseled the younger man. “Are yee sure you
aren’t thinkin’ with the wrong part of your anatomy?”

Kieran smiled at his
mentor. “How long did you know Chavonne before you married her?”

Neal choked and had
to cough, clearing his throat before he could speak. “That’s different.”

Rory stared at the
older man, a wicked gleam flickering in his eyes. “Bloody hell, man, you’ve
never married her, have you?”

Neal coughed again.
“I would have,” he blurted. “In the Church even, but she’d have none of it.
Your Uncle Finn fixed the papers for me so the Army would recognize her as my
wife should something happen.”

Kieran smiled at the
big man. “Relax, Neal. Your secret is safe with us.” He kicked Rory under the
table just to make sure. “Be that as it may, yee still haven’t answered my
question. Yee knew the minute yee laid eyes on her she was the one.”

Neal sighed in
defeat. “Aye, lad, I did.”

Satisfied, Kieran
ordered a Guinness from the bartender. “Rory, like it or not, you’ve been
granted leave to be my best man. Neal, you’re to go with Evan and the horses
back to Ireland.” As the older man started to protest, Kieran held up his hand.
“Becca and I are coming to Ireland for our honeymoon. We’ll have a second
ceremony at Boyle with the full clann in attendance so I can bestow the Knot.
I’m fully aware of what Uncle Finn would do if we didn’t follow custom, however
archaic it might be.”