Breaking a Legend
“Rory, we talked about this. I don’t want you to have to take care of me.” She turned to face the mirror and smooth down her hair, hoping he would drop the topic. She had never been around much money because her parents never spent a dime, which made her inheritance that much more of a surprise. Either way, Rory’s wealthy lifestyle was taking some getting used to.
“I know you think that, but you’ve been living with Casey for a few months now, and it’s taking away a lot of my time with you.” Rory joined her, his arms on either side of her, against the dresser, as he stared into the mirror with her.
“I’m here every night.”
“But not every morning.” Rory pushed her hair to one side and trailed his lips from behind her ear, down her neck. His breath was hot on her skin and tiny bumps appeared at the contact.
“You’re going to make me late if you don’t stop that,” Clare whimpered, knowing she probably didn’t sound very convincing as she tilted her head sideways to allow Rory more access.
“Wouldn’t dream of it,” he teased, continuing his assault, placing gentle kisses on her neck, nipping softly at her tender flesh.
“Rory.”
He gripped her hips firmly and spun her around to face him, leaning her back against the dresser as he pressed tightly against her.
“What, mhuirnín?”
“Um…” She blinked quickly, breathing heavily as her hands fisted in his shirt and her hips pushed against him. “I don’t remember.”
“That’s my girl.” He grinned and stole her lips with his, nibbling her bottom lip between his before sucking gently.
His tongue invaded her mouth at the same time as he cupped her bottom with both hands and lifted her onto the dresser. She wrapped her legs around his waist instinctually, her arms flying around his neck. He pushed her skirt up her thighs, leaving it around her waist as his hand found her panties and yanked them down.
Clare had moved to help him with the task, her chest heaving against his. His erection stood firm between them, covered only by his pants, and she squirmed with desire. She loved how intensely her body always reacted to him, and how much he wanted her every single time. He slid one hand between her legs, gently swiping against her naked sex. She jolted at the contact, gasping as he grinned wickedly.
“You want me.” It wasn’t a question, it wasn’t a command. It was a fact. She knew that he had just felt how ready she was for him, and that he was more than willing to give her what she wanted. She nodded her head furiously, her green eyes dark and hooded with desire as she grabbed at his belt buckle and unfastened it. She found him ready and slid her hands up and down his length.
Releasing him from his pants, she widened her legs and he pulled her bottom to the edge of the dresser, rubbing himself against her. She pressed forward, begging him, and he rewarded her immediately. Rory thrust inside her with one quick move, her body stiffening against him as she accommodated his large presence.
He moved swiftly in and out as she moaned into his chest, his face buried in her thick blond ringlets. It didn’t take long before she felt herself clenching around his member, and she knew she was close. Before she knew what was happening, he pulled out abruptly, grabbing her by her upper arms to keep her from falling over.
“What? Don’t stop.” She panted breathlessly, a bewildered look in her eyes as she reached for him to try to pull him back to her.
“Say you’ll move in with me,” he countered, looking seriously at her.
“Right now?”
“Right now.”
“Rory, please,” she moaned, her back arching as she slid her hands down his chest. He held her arms still, stopping her attempt at going lower.
“Mhuirnín, you think moving in here means I’ll be taking care of you. It doesn’t. I don’t care about money. What I need is you. I need you here with me—you being near me is what takes care of me. I go crazy when you’re not around. Hell, I go crazy when you are around, too.” Clare blushed as he spoke, but he didn’t stop. He needed her in his life more than she would ever know.
“You need me?” Her voice was soft and shy, unsure of herself as she looked up at him through long eyelashes.
He moved forward and wrapped his arms around her. Without warning, he pushed back inside her and she groaned at the welcome intrusion.
“If I could stay like this every second of every day for the rest of my life, I would. I need you, Clare.” He spoke in a low, gruff tone while locking his silver eyes on hers before asking again.
“Will you please move in with me, mhuirnín?” She nodded in agreement, trying to hide the smile on her lips. His face split into a bright grin, and he reached down to steal another kiss. She wrapped her legs around his waist again, pulling him deeper inside her and picking up rhythm again.
He held her hips in his hands, moving her with him as his lips devoured hers. Clare’s fingers ran through his hair, locking around it and pulling gently. She tensed as she felt herself climbing toward the finish again. He wrenched his lips from hers, finding her pert nipples pressing against the fabric of her shirt. Brushing away the garment, he grabbed one nipple gently with his mouth and swirled his tongue around the peak as Clare tossed her head back and moaned loudly. The sensation was too much, she was sure she would implode.
“Rory, please.”
“Táim i ngrá leat, mhuirnín.” I love you, sweetheart.
“I love you, too.” She kissed him hungrily before he moved to bury his face in the base of her neck, moving faster and deeper. Seconds later, they both crashed under the weight of their release. Clare fell against him and he leaned both hands on the dresser to steady himself.
“I’m going to be so late,” she murmured into his chest, giggling slightly.
“Just tell Dr. Prentiss you were busy moving into your new home.” He brushed a few stray hairs from her face as he cupped her cheek in his hand. She leaned in to him, smiling and holding his hand in place with hers. She wanted to melt into a puddle and dance around all at the same time; she wasn’t used to feeling this much happiness about anything, ever.
But she did anytime she was with Rory.
“Are you sure about this?”
“I wouldn’t have asked if I wasn’t sure, Clare.”
“Do you think Ace will mind?” Clare began laughing, pointing to the dog sitting next to the dresser staring at them. Rory followed her direction and chuckled, leaning down to pat the dog on the head.
“He seems to be a big fan of the show.” Rory shook his head, laughing, then stepped back and helped her down from the dresser. He tucked himself back into his pants and straightened his shirt. Finally, he picked up her panties off the ground and handed them to her, and was immediately rewarded with a mischievous grin.
“Not today,” she said simply, dropping the panties back onto the dresser and smoothing down her skirt. He raised one brow to look at her, his mouth falling open slightly and his pants beginning to feel tight again.
“Oh, really?”
“See you tonight, Rory,” she said with a giggle, walking out of the bedroom. He followed her, with Ace tagging along as he always did.
“See you tonight at home, mhuirnín.”
“Yes, at home. Our home.” Clare wrapped her arms around his neck and feathered his lips with kisses, before releasing him. She finally left for her new apprenticeship. At the same time, Rory left to go train Kane.
All Clare could think about was that she couldn’t wait to get home.
Their home.
To all who love animals, foster them, and volunteer on their behalf, sacrificing their own time and money every day to try to make the lives of animals better. What you do is so important, both for the lives of those animals and for the people around you who are positively influenced by you.
Keep adopting, keep fostering, keep rescuing. They will never stop needing our help.
Acknowledgments
To my wonderful husband, thank you for supporting me every step of the way and thr
ough everything I do, but mostly for being your sexy self. I wouldn’t be a writer without your love and encouragement, and sexiness.
To Nicole Resciniti, thank you for being an amazing agent and friend! Thank you for everything you did to make this book come to life and be its best.
To Sue Grimshaw, thanks for taking a chance on me. I don’t know what you were thinking when you did, but I can guarantee that you won’t regret it!
To my aunt, the amazing screenplay writer Betty Sullivan, thank you for encouraging me to pursue my dream of writing ever since I was a child. Because of you, I believed I could do it. And it turns out you were right!
To Michael Burhans, thanks for being there from day one and teaching me the ropes. I wouldn’t have all I do without you, and I will never forget that.
To all my wonderful author friends, thank you for your continued support and encouragement. It’s wonderful having a community of peers like you to keep me writing, keep me learning, and keep me drinking coffee at three a.m. hunkered over a keyboard.
To my fan club, you guys are so amazing and supportive. I don’t think I would spend nearly as much time on social media as I do without you all. I love interacting with each and every one of you—your positivity is addicting!
Last but not least, to all my dedicated readers, thank you for picking up a book by me and giving it a try. Everything I do and write is for you; I hope that I can make you proud! Thank you for your support, it means the world to me!
Peace out, y’all!
BY SARAH ROBINSON
Kavanagh Legends
Breaking a Legend
Saving a Legend (coming soon)
The Photographer Trilogy
Tainted Bodies
Tainted Pictures
Untainted
Sand & Clay Rocker Series
Logan’s Story (A Prequel)
Sand & Clay: Her Forbidden Rockstar
Sand & Snow (A Winter Novella)
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SARAH ROBINSON is the bestselling author of the very popular romantic suspense thriller series the Photographer Trilogy, and the contemporary romance Sand & Clay Rocker Series. The Photographer Trilogy, which includes Tainted Bodies, Tainted Pictures, and Untainted, is in part based on a real story. The Sand & Clay Rocker Series focuses on the life of rock star Logan Clay and his bandmates. Sarah Robinson has a lot of other exciting new releases coming out soon, so follow her on social media so you don’t miss them!
She is a native of the Washington, D.C., area, and has a master’s degree in criminal and clinical psychology. She is newly married to her soul mate, Justin, who is just as much of an animal rescue enthusiast as she is. Together, they own a zoo of rescues including dogs, cats, and turtles, and they continually volunteer and foster for multiple animal rescues.
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The Editor’s Corner
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Read on for an excerpt from
Saving a Legend
Kavanagh Legends
Book 2
by Sarah Robinson
Available from Loveswept
Chapter 1
“That’s everything I had on me?” Kieran Kavanagh glanced up at the correctional officer standing in front of him, then back down at the clear plastic bag of clothing in his hands.
“You weren’t exactly draped in gold and diamonds when you got arrested, Kavanagh.”
Kieran smirked before taking the clothes into a small room off to the side of the processing area of the prison. He rushed to yank the dull gray jumpsuit off his body, pushing it to the ground and stepping out of it. He tossed it into a bin in the corner and then ripped open the bag of his old clothes and pulled out his jeans, T-shirt, and sweatshirt.
He slid his old jeans on, feeling that they were a bit tight around his thighs. He had spent most of the last two years mainly working out; there wasn’t a ton else to do in prison. Every muscle on his body had tripled in size, even on his legs. Next came the T-shirt, which barely made it down his midsection, stretching tightly over his defined pecs and molded abs.
Frowning, he pulled on the sweatshirt, which fit better since it used to be a bit baggier. With the warm spring air, he knew it would be a bit uncomfortable but at least it covered his abs. He was already loving the feeling of the familiar fabric against his skin rather than the overly starched prison clothes he’d had to get used to.
He pulled his wallet out of the bag and flipped it open.
Kieran Murphy Kavanagh. Age twenty-six.
He felt older, as if centuries had passed while he’d been in here staring out barred windows. It had also been a while since he had seen his name in print. Only his family had called him by his first name since he was in here. He shoved the rest of the plastic bag, with his drawers, into his pocket along with his wallet, then headed back out to the processing center. The correctional officer was standing by the exit waiting for him.
“Ready?”
“Been ready to get out of this hellhole for two years,” Kieran said, and scoffed.
“Good, don’t let me see your ugly mug in here again.”
The officer opened the door with a set of keys, leading them into an enclosed area in front of another door. He flashed his badge to a small camera on one side before a loud buzzing sound echoed through the room and the door unlatched. They did this twice more at the end of hallways before finally exiting the building. The guard nodded at him, a succinct good-bye, as he went back inside.
Kieran found himself on a concrete path surrounded by twenty-foot-high metal fencing. Breathing slowly, he moved down the path, trying not to look back. Honestly, he felt nervous, unsure of what was waiting for him out in the real world.
“Kieran!”
Snapping out of his reflective thoughts, he saw that at the end of the path on the other side of a large gate was an older woman jumping up and down, waving at him. He immediately recognized the dark red hair and tiny stature as his mother, Deidre “Dee” Kavanagh.
“Hey, Ma.” He waved and sped up, arriving at the gate as it buzzed open for him. He eagerly walked out and opened his arms for her. The small, middle-aged woman rushed into them, throwing her arms around his waist and burying her head against his chest. She squeezed him tightly and he could practically hear her smiling.
“Good to see you, too, Ma.??
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“I’ve missed you so much, Kieran.” His mother sniffed, let go, and stepped back. He smiled at her and affectionately cupped her face, wiping away the escaped tears. She looked older than he remembered, and more stressed. Wrinkles lined her forehead and the skin around her eyes crinkled more than before. Guilt bit at him as he wondered if he was partly to blame for how much she’d aged in the last two years.
“All right, Ma, stop hogging him.” Kieran noticed for the first time that two of his brothers were standing next to the car.
“Quinn!” The skinny, athletic young man with jet-black hair walked up to him and shook his hand. They bumped their shoulders together and clapped each other on the back.
“I’m not a mirror, you know.”
Kieran let go of Quinn and chuckled as he looked at his twin. Their blue eyes mimicked each other’s under fluffy, short brown hair. Kane’s was shorter than his at the moment, but he planned on getting a haircut as soon as possible.
“Kane, you’ve gotten smaller.”
“Fuck that, you got gigantic. What the hell were you doing in there?” Kane sounded a little bitter at the discrepancy between them as the men hugged in greeting. Kieran was five minutes older than Kane, but they looked identical. Their family could tell them apart, but most others couldn’t. The size difference between them would make that a lot easier now.
“Maybe I should have you training me instead of Rory. I think you might even be bigger than him,” Kane said over his shoulder as he led the way back to the car.
“No one’s bigger than Rory.” Quinn laughed as he wrapped an arm around his mother’s shoulders, following Kane, with Kieran next to them. Mention of his older brother sparked Kieran’s curiosity.