Off Course (Off 4)

"I can't wait, Renner. I need it hard and fast right now, but I promise it will be good." My words come out in a growl, and the tone is unrecognizable to me. She does something to me that makes me something other than what I normally am but I don't have time to worry about it. I have more important things on my mind.

She sucks in her breath hard but nods her head at me, giving me the go ahead to have my way with her. In just a few smooth moves, I have the condom rolled on and I lean over her, pushing at her entrance. Her flesh is so hot--I imagine it practically burning the thin rubber barrier away. I make a tentative push inward and she is small and tight but her wetness eases my entrance. I grit my teeth and close my eyes briefly. When I open them, our eyes slam together and for a brief instant... just a fleeing moment... I want to gather her in my arms and just hug her the way she's watching me. But the moment passes and my primal instinct kicks in.

Watching her face the entire time, I flex my hips and push hard, her body opening for me and letting me sink all the way in. She rewards me with a deep moan that has my balls immediately tightening and sweat breaking out on my forehead.

Leaning forward over her, I put my mouth near her ear as I started pumping in and out of her, rubbing in between her legs with my hand. Long strokes that have her panting every time I hit deep inside and causing a brutal stab of pleasure to rocket through me. Fuck, I'm not going to last long at all, because nothing has ever felt this good, and I need to get her there first.

"Do you like that?" I whisper in her ear, my fingers rubbing her hard knot in just a way that causes her hips to move wantonly against me. She's sexy as fuck when she does that and the pressure builds inside of me even further.

She merely nods her head, her hair brushing against my face. I pull back so I can see her and smile when I see her cheeks are already stained red from pleasure.

"Can you take it harder?" I growl.

"Yes," she moans, and I don't even let the sound trail off before I start slamming into her so hard the entire bed is shaking.

Renner raises her legs higher around me, causing me to sink even further into her, and when she digs her nails into my ass, I know she is close. I can feel her body stiffening and looking into her glazed eyes, I know she's lost most of her conscious thought. She's doing nothing more than feeling right now...feeling the ecstasy that is between us.

I watch her... the way her mouth is parted just slightly with small pants of breath coming out, smelling like spearmint. She's staring vacantly at the ceiling when I rock into her even harder, her eyes squeeze shut, and she pulls her bottom lip between her teeth.

"Cillian... I'm... I think..."

She doesn't need to say anything, because I can read the signs all over her. She is getting ready to explode.

I rub between her legs just a bit harder and her whole body starts to shudder as it breaks apart. A sweet, keening sound slides out of her mouth and that pushes me over the edge. I finally give in and close my eyes so I can concentrate on what is going to be the most powerful orgasm I've ever had... I just know it.

When it rips through me, it shreds me from the inside out. I'm vaguely aware of Renner shouting in my ear and her body spasming, but I keep my eyes closed and let loose as pleasure tears through every cell in my body.

"Fuck..." I curse through gritted teeth.

I pull back and slam into her one more time, another bolt of rapture sizzling inside of me while I empty completely out. Then my entire body turns to jelly and I collapse on top of her.

She unsheathes her claws and moves her hands up my back, stroking me softly. I bury my head in the crook of her neck, and listen to the way our harsh breaths fill the room.

I know my weight has to be crushing her but she doesn't make a complaint. We are silent, lost in our own thoughts, and I'm sure she is just as shaken as I am by that experience.

My plans tonight were to fuck her over and over again, hopefully driving this need for her out of my system. But I've never felt so replete and satisfied in my life.

I roll to the side. Reaching between us, I pull the condom off, knotting it and tossing it on the floor. I'll throw it away later.

Tucking Renner into my body, I note she immediately burrows in to snuggle and my arms pull her in tight.

I fall instantly asleep.

***

Something tickles my nose and wakes me up. For a brief moment--just a second really--I have no clue where I am. Then memories of the prior evening flood through me and I realize it's Renner's hair that has me on the verge of sneezing.

We are in her bed, facing each other, and my arms are wrapped tight around her. Our bodies are flush, legs entwined. She has her face tucked into my neck and I can feel her gentle breath across my skin.

Christ... when I think about the things I did to her last night--the things I still want to do to her--I may be eligible for a trip to the Asylum for the Insatiable Sex Addict. I still can't believe I pulled her into the storeroom at The Hibernian. If Keefe knew what I was doing, he would have kicked my ass clear down Wellington Quay. But I can't say I'm sorry I did it. Watching Renner come against my hand in just a matter of a few, hot seconds would have been so worth risking Keefe's retribution.

I knew in that moment, she could take anything I handed her.

She more than accepted what I gave her when we got back to her flat. The thoughts gets me hard but I don't make a move. I just want to lay here for a few more moments and consider my feelings.

And yes, feelings are now involved. I know I had been telling myself that fucking Renner was just that... nothing more than a fuck. But that's not the truth. The fact of the matter is that she's been tying my insides up since that night in The Hibernian when I saw her carrying that tray of pint glasses and was literally bowled over that she was back in Dublin. The only problem is that I suspect these feelings may be fleeting. That this is nothing more than a new and exciting venture for me, but that I'll get my fill of it soon enough.

My phone starts blaring The Clash's Rock The Casbah, the ring tone I set for Maeve. Renner jerks in my arms but I immediately release her. Flipping over the edge of the bed onto the floor, I scramble for my jeans. Pulling my phone out, I quickly connect the call before she hangs up. My heart is beating like mad--terrified I'll miss her call and send her over the edge again.

"Maeve... hey, babe... how are you?"

"Where were you last night?"

Oh, shit. I am not liking the tone of her voice. "What do you mean 'where was I'?"

"I tried calling your house a few times... late last night... you didn't answer." Her tone is pouting and angry all at the same time.

I decide to stall her. "Why didn't you just call my cell phone?"

"Because if you weren't at home... that means you were out all night. And that was clearly more important than being there for me."

I get angry over her accusation. Does she expect me to stand beside the phone, waiting for her to call? Besides, she has my fucking cell phone number.

Movement from the bed catches my attention and I see Renner partially sitting up. She's gripping the sheet to her chest and her hair is all messed up. She looks edible and I want to fling the phone away and crawl back into bed with her.

She shoots

me a worried look and then crawls out of the bed. I watch as she walks across the room to her dresser and I get even harder when she slips on a pair of white panties and pulls a black tank top over her head.

Shooting me now what I deem to be a sympathetic look, she walks out of the room to give me privacy for this conversation. It's awfully polite of her and I appreciate it. I don't want her to hear what I'm sure is not going to be a pleasant conversation. I don't cajole well.

"Cillian... are you there?" Maeve demands.

Sighing, I tell her, "Yes. I'm here."

"Then why weren't you at home last night?"

I take a deep breath, and pray to God that I'm saying the right thing. "Maeve... I'm here for you. You had my cell phone number and had you called it, I would have answered. But you don't own me and it's none of your business where I was last night. You need to let it go."

I expect Maeve to get angry with me. I expect her at the least to whine. She does neither, and all I hear is a click and then the line is dead.

I lean back against the side of the bed and drag my hand through my hair. That did not go well and I feel very tired all of a sudden. At least I don't have to worry about the hard-on I was sporting since I woke up. Maeve's words killed it dead.

I dial Dr. Madden but get his voice mail. I leave him a message to call me so I can see how bad I may have just fucked up Maeve's recovery.

Pushing myself up off the floor, I drag my jeans on and walk out of Renner's bedroom. Just the thought of seeing her eases some of the anxiety in my chest.

Turning the corner into the kitchen, I see her standing in front of the counter, her back is to me. She's making coffee and I'm struck by how beautiful she is just from the backside.

Her red hair is streaming down her back in loose waves. Her ass is barely hanging into those little white panties and I see a tiny tattoo at the base of her spine where her tank top doesn't quite cover all of her skin. Never in a million years would I have thought sweet Renner would have a tattoo. Peering harder across the distance, I see it's a colorful butterfly.

Figures.