Page 74 of Forever Flames: Padraig & Stevie
He drops the keycard onto the dresser with a soft clatter and turns toward me. He scans my body and gulps.
I drop his hand and shift back a step, the distance suddenly unbearable and necessary all at once. “Padraig…”
His eyes flicker over me. “I want to see you. To have five minutes without an audience. That’s all.”
“It isn’t all.”
He moves toward me, methodical and intense, until he’s so close I have to tip my chin up to see him. My breath catches when I see the intention in his eyes.
“Stevie…” He sounds unsteady. “I had to bring you here. To see if we can…”
He trails off. I want to tell him I understand, but the words don’t come. The walls I’ve spent over a year stacking brick by brick start to loosen.
I love him. I never stopped.
Willnever stop.
But Cooper. Steady, patient Cooper. He shows up for me in the small ways. Gives me space without disappearing. He’s steady and kind in a different way than Padraig. We have fun. Lots incommon. I can see a future there, even if we’re not officially a thing.
I edge back another step, though every cell in me wants to lean in. “Padraig, I don’t even know what I’m doing here.”
He studies me for a heartbeat, expression unraveling. Then reaches out, slow enough to let me stop him. His fingers brush mine with a familiarity making my knees feel weak. “Yes, you do. Stay with me tonight.Please.”
The air between us buzzes with everything we’re not saying. My pulse trips hard in my throat. My soaked pussy clenches from wanting him inside me, where he belongs.
Padraig waits, letting me set the pace.
I step forward.
His breath catches when I curl my fingers into his shirt and pull, hard enough so the soft cotton stretches at the collar. His mouth crashes against mine with the force of something we’re used to. Inherent desire. Deep love. Unwavering passion.
There’s no talking. No hesitation.
We tear at each other, hands clumsy and hungry, pulling buttons apart, dragging layers over heads, tossing clothes where they land. My back hits the mattress as presses me into the sheets with the full weight of his body, like he’s afraid I’ll vanish if he doesn’t pin me here.
“Stevie,” he rasps against my throat, kissing me open-mouthed, down to the hollow between my breasts. His hands slide under my bra and yank it aside. His tongue circles a nipple and the sharp heat makes me arch into him. He growls when I do, the sound vibrating against my skin.
I push his jeans down, dragging at the waistband until they’re gone. He’s already hard, so thick and solid against my thigh it sends a spike of need straight through me. I palm him, desperate and shaking. He hisses, hips jerking into my hand.
“Touch me, God, touch me,” he moans as his fingers hook my panties and rip them down in one motion, leaving me bare and aching.
Padraig’s mouth finds its way back up to mine, kissing me until I can’t breathe. He’s inside me in a single, brutal thrust that makes me cry out. I clutch at his shoulders, my nails dig into his warm, flexing muscle as he sets a punishing, relentless pace. Every stroke lands in the precise spot inside me, pulling a whimper from my throat.
On each pass, he whispers my name like a prayer and a curse, forehead pressed to mine. “God, Stevie… I love you—”
“Fuck me,” I demand to silence him, lifting my hips to meet every thrust. “Please, fuck me.”
So he does. It’s messy, sweat-slicked skin, tangled hair, lips swollen from too much kissing. Muscles straining from hard fucking. He grips my ass and pounds until I’m unraveling. My orgasm tears through me so violently I scream.
He follows almost instantly, flooding me with his release. Face buried against my neck, grunting and groaning until he’s empty.
We collapse together. For a long time, there’s nothing but the sound of our breathing. My fingers trace the edge of his shoulder, memorizing the shape even though I know I shouldn’t.
Once isn’t enough. It will never be enough.
Padraig’s hands are already on me, greedy and rough, pulling me back into him. He sits up on his knees, flipping me effortlessly onto my stomach. My breath hitches when he spreads my legs wide and presses a knee between them, yanking my hips up until I’m arched and open for him.
“Jesus, look at you,” he growls, running the blunt head of his cock through the wet heat along my slit. “My come is dripping out of your pussy. I’m not done with you. Not even close.”
