My Pulse

Chapter 25: Quinn Keane

We don't make it home—we barely make it to the car before he's on me. Cian kisses me with a ferocity and need that scares me. It scares me because I want him just as badly. He pulls me into the backseat, and I straddle his powerful thighs. Settling myself onto him, I dive for his lips. 

Cian is the best kisser, and when he bites down on my lip, I let out a breathy moan. He starts kissing down my neck, then buries his face in my chest. I rock against his growing arousal, the pressure hitting just right against my pulsing sex. I ache for him—need him inside me. It's the only thing that will satisfy this throbbing need. 

"I need you. Now," Cian growls against my lips. 

I moan as he hurriedly pushes my dress over my hips, then dips his hand down and rips my underwear off with one hand. 
"Cian," I gasp as he frees himself and slides his hand to rub against my wetness. 
"You're dripping for me," he murmurs, his lips trailing along my neck. 

I position myself and slowly lower onto his length. 
"Fuck," Cian groans hoarsely as I begin to move, taking my own pleasure. It feels so damn good. 

"You were made for me," I whisper against his wet lips. 

Cian fists his hands in my hair, tilting my head to meet his intense gaze. The gleam in his eyes leaves me breathless. 
"Tell me you'll be mine," he says, pushing my fallen hair behind my ears. 

"Cian," I cry out as he thrusts into me fully. He feels so thick inside me, hitting just the right spot. I clamp down on him and move my hips faster. He matches my speed, pushing into me as I come down on his length. 

I know we're both close when he grabs my hips and starts rolling his into me. He's so deep inside me, and it feels perfect. 
"Come for me, beautiful," he roars. 

Our releases entwine almost simultaneously, and I couldn't hold on for another second. Bliss rockets through me, spreading all the way to my toes. I slump against him, and he pulls me close, still buried inside me. 

Cian grabs my face between his hands, looking deeply into my eyes. 
"Marry me," he whispers softly. 

I search his face for a clue, anything to guide me. 
"I need some time," I tell him, bringing my lips to his for a soft kiss. 

He helps me off him gently, pulling out slowly. His cum leaks out of me onto the backseat. 
"When will you know?" he asks, trying to hide his impatience, though it's clear. 
"I don't know," I reply honestly. 

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When we pull up to the safe house, Kieran is waiting for us. His grim expression frightens me. 
"May I speak to you?" Kieran asks Cian. 

Cian nods, then turns to me. 
"Why don't you go get ready for bed? I'll be up in a moment," he says. 

"Okay. Goodnight, Kieran," I reply before heading inside. 

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Later, I hear the door to Cian's bedroom open, and I turn to face him. He looks furious and worried—a dangerous combination. 
"What is it? What's wrong?" I ask, grabbing his hand. 

"Quinn, I'm afraid there was an accident," he says, his voice heavy. 

I stare blankly at him, my chest tightening. 
"What's wrong, Cian? You're scaring me," I say. 

"It's Rory's dad. He was in a car accident," he says carefully. 

My hand flies to my mouth, and my knees buckle as I sob, struggling to catch my breath. Cian steadies me with his arm around my waist, keeping me from collapsing. 
"They really don't think he's going to be okay?" I ask through my tears, looking up at him.