by V Vee
And I had a feeling that Heaven’s engagement party to Zander was going to be the catalyst to it all.
Chapter 16
The O’Sullivan Mansion
3rd Home
Ballroom
Heaven and Zander’s Engagement Party
Eddie
This was bullshit.
The whole thing.
I couldn’t believe I was wearing a fucking suit at the engagement party of my goddamn woman to Zander O’Sullivan, that fucking piece of shit.
For the past few days I’d had to sneak into Heaven’s condo, call her and Ashley at pre-appointed times by video chat, or talk to them by text, because Heaven was afraid of Zander’s ass. Because he’d made a few threats. Because he’d put O’Sullivan guards around her and our daughter.
Because the fucking coward had put out a hit on me.
Yeah, I knew about it. Ava had called Kynan, the both of them had come over, along with Kynan’s brother, Andrew, and his sister-in-law, Kyra. Kyra was just as beautiful as Ava and Heaven, and though they told me I was seeing things, the three of them all favored each other.
When they’d arrived at my home, Heaven and Ashley had ridden with Ava and Kynan, in order to hide what they were up to.
It was all a bunch of goddamn nonsense if you ask me.
I’d stood there listening to them and had rolled my eyes even harder when Logan and Parker showed up, encouraging me to leave town. Once everyone was done, I’d said, in no uncertain terms that Devil Dogs. Don’t. Run.
I mean… who the fuck did they think I was?
The Marines had honed my skills. They had turned me from being just an ordinary young man, into being a man who was not easily killed.
I was a badass and I knew it.
I was a Steele and I was a Marine.
That was a lethal combination.
And when I told them I intended to call some brothers of mine, namely Cage and Khan, it was only Andrew “The Irishman” and Kyra “The Boss” who’d backed me up.
“I think three Marines are more than enough to deal with whatever threat O’Sullivan has up his sleeves,” Andrew stated, sounding a bit bored as he rubbed Kyra’s belly.
“How can you say that? You don’t even know these other two guys, and what about the fact that Zander is an O’Sullivan?” Ava asked, her eyes narrowed.
“Are you saying that an O’Sullivan is more dangerous than a McCarthy?” Andrew sat forward, removing his arm from around Kyra’s waist and staring Ava straight in the eyes.
“That’s not what she’s saying, baby, damn.” Kyra huffed and rolled her eyes.
“Of course not. Hell, I married a McCarthy. I’m a McCarthy now. That’s not what this is about,” Ava argued.
“Then what is it about? Because let me tell you something, Eddie and me? We’re not O’Sullivans, and we’re not McCarthys. We’re Murphys. We’re Steeles. And while the little campfire you all set off was pretty, we’re military men, and we handle shit a little more direct… and permanent.” Logan folded his arms across his chest, then leaned down to kiss Parker’s forehead when she touched his arm in support.
Kynan shrugged. “I’m both a McCarthy and a Marine, and I can tell you that Eddie and his two friends…”
“Cage and Khan,” I supplied.
“Yeah, them,” Kynan pointed at me with his hand that was holding an apple. “They’ll have this shit covered. At most? We’ll be needed for clean-up duty. Maybe some stragglers.” He lifted his shoulders in an almost disinterested way again.
Ava pushed herself up and pointed at Heaven and Ashley who were sitting on either side of me on the sofa. Throughout the entire arguing that was currently taking place, my girls had been quiet. Simply cuddling up to me, both of them laying on either side of my chest.
It was nice.
Fuck that, shit was perfect.
There was no way I was letting them go.
There was no way I was letting Zander take this away from me.
So if I had to kill that mother fucker and every person he invited to the engagement party except me and mine, then that’s what I would do.
“That’s my little sister, and my niece. I want y’all to think about what you would do for your little sister. For your niece. For your family. Then tell me that sending three men to deal with the fucking O’Sullivan clan is sufficient.” Ava was panting once she finished and if I didn’t know better, I would have sworn she was going into labor.
“Hey, calm that shit down, Ave,” Logan said harshly. “That’s my niece too, and your baby sister, is my sister too. We’re all family in this room, okay? We get it.”
Ava rolled her eyes and crossed her arms again.
“I was just here a few years ago if you all will remember. With Niamh and Carrick?” Andrew spoke, his voice low, emotionless, his brogue thick. “I wanted to set the entire world on fire for what happened to her. I still struggle with this. But there are some things which do not need a chainsaw, they require a scalpel.” He pointed at me. “We will let him and his friends try the scalpel approach, but we will be close so that if the saw is needed? We will be ready.”
No one spoke for a long time and then the next voice that was heard was one that shored up my resolve and made it so that I would make sure this plan succeeded.
“Don’t die, Daddy. Mommy just got you back and I just met you. I want to play more pranks with you. So you can’t die.”
I looked down at Ashley and nodded, too choked up to say anything else. So I just placed a gentle kiss on her forehead and promised that I wouldn’t die.
Of course, keeping that promise was easier said than done.
Especially when I was standing at the back of the ballroom, in the shadows, watching as my woman was pawed at, kissed, and slobbered all over by the man I wanted to rip limb-from-limb.
“Keep it together, Snipe,” Cage’s voice came to me through the earpiece I wore. I growled softly and his chuckle only set me more on edge.
“Yeah, Snipe. I mean, you sat how long out in the Kabul air, waiting to take out that ISIS leader?” Khan pointed out. “This? Some fancy-shmancy dinner party? This should be easy for you.”
“Well, I wasn’t watching the woman I love be used as a pawn in Kabul,” I stated angrily.
It was the one part of our plan I hadn’t thought through completely until Heaven said something. In order for us to “be the scalpel,” and with precision take out the person hired to assassinate me, as well as Zander, his father, and grandfather, Heaven had to show up to the engagement party and make nice.
I’d been on edge since we stepped inside.
I was pretty sure Zander knew I was there, the security around him was tighter than a nun’s pussy. And yet, he didn’t know exactly where I was.
Which served me well.
“True,” Cage agreed.
I appreciated Cage and Khan coming when I called. We’d all decided to leave the service at the same time, and while I’d gone home to Baltimore, Cage had gone home to Georgia, and Khan had returned to San Francisco. Both of them had issues they’d needed to work out, with their families, with women they’d either left behind, or hadn’t claimed yet. But, when I called, told them what I needed and when, neither of them hesitated to show up.
It was one of the things I loved the most about having been in the military. We were family and we were there for each other.
“Look man, you know what you need?” Cage said, continuing before I could say anything. “You just need to remind yourself that she’s yours. Get your dick wet, cum inside her, knowing that while she’s standing with the asshole, it’s your jizz that’s sloshing around inside of her.”
I wanted to tell him to piss off with that kind of language, especially when he was talking about my woman, but the idea had taken root. What better way to make myself feel better, to reestablish my bond with Heaven, than by fucking her at her engagement party?
Khan chuckled in my ear. “We will distract the dead-man walking. Ju
st remember to turn off your mic.”
I didn’t even respond, I simply started making my way around the ballroom towards the woman I was determined to have in my arms before the evening was over.
Chapter 17
The O’Sullivan Mansion
3rd Home
Ballroom
Heaven and Zander’s Engagement Party
Heaven
Eddie had disappeared.
I wasn’t sure where he’d gone and the fact that I couldn’t look across the ballroom and see the slight gleam of his dog-tags in the shadows, made nausea roil within my stomach.
“Looks like your boytoy has abandoned you,” Zander hissed in my ear. “It’s just as well he realized that he lost you forever. I was just about to have one of my men put a bullet in his head.”
My eyes widened and I turned to look up at him. I plastered a smile on my lips and responded through gritted teeth.
“I hate you.”
Zander snorted. “Yeah. The feeling’s mutual, baby.”
I wanted to ask him why he was marrying me if he hated me so much, when three things seemed to happen simultaneously.
The lights went out throughout the entire house, causing people to scream.
A gunshot rang out, shattering the glass of the ballroom’s patio doors right behind Zander’s head.
And someone grabbed me from behind, placing their hand over my mouth as they dragged me through the crowd of people screaming and running, colliding into one another.
One deep inhale and I knew the person who’d kidnapped me wasn’t one of Zander’s men. It was my man.
Eddie. Thank god.
I hurried after him through the ballroom, down the hallway, and into one of the guest bedrooms.
Eddie slammed the door behind us, and locked it, before he started to advance towards me, I could see him jerking out his earpiece, and removing his weapons, placing them on the dresser, never once moving his gaze from me. The moonlight gleamed on his skin, making him even sexier than he usually was.
Before I could take another breath, I felt myself being lifted off the ground, swung up into Eddie’s arms, and carried over to the bed.
As Eddie bent down to place my feet on the floor, I shivered the moment I felt his hands on the zipper of my dress. He tugged the tab down and the sound of the metal teeth separating echoed loudly in the room. The gold fabric of my gown pooled at my feet and I placed my hands on Eddie’s shoulders so I could step out of it. Once I stood before him in only my bra and panties, my body trembled in anticipation and yearning, as he stroked my thighs, up the sides of my belly with its stretch marks, and up to my large, full breasts.
“I don’t know how I survived as long as I did without taking you. Without declaring to the entire world that you are mine. But I am going to rectify that right now,” he promised.
I laughed and taunted him. “And how are you going to do that?”
Without another word, Eddie reached up and gripped my white, lace panties in his hands, with no warning, he ripped them from my body, letting the scraps to the floor at my feet.
“That’s just the beginning.”
I gasped when Eddie then leaned down and ran his tongue along the side of my neck.
“W-what are you doing?” I asked.
“Tasting you. Because you look delicious. And because you’re mine.”
Eddie growled, before lifting me up into his arms and pinning me against the wall of the bedroom we’d snuck into.
I looked down at him, seeing the seriousness in his gaze, his focus on me, his desire for me, and my slit grew so wet behind the silk panties I wore, I knew they were ruined.
And I absolutely did not care.
He slid me back down his body, the both of us groaning at the contact, before I stood in front of him, clad in only my undergarments, and him still fully dressed. He placed his hands against the wall on either side of my head and licked his bottom lip as his eyes traveled over the length of my body.
Eddie continued to stare at me, and I followed his gaze as he then glanced over at the bed. I trembled as he stepped even closer to me, his fingertips stroking up my arm, causing her skin to tingle.
I slid my hand up his torso, over his abs, up between his thick pectorals, around his neck to the back of his head, which I tugged down until his lips hovered over my own. I licked first the bottom lip, then the top, reveling in the harsh groan that rose up from his mouth. Fuck, he made me feel like the sexiest woman in the world. There was no way I was letting him go. I was going to have to put this pussy on him something fierce so that he would never want to enlist, ever again.
There wasn’t a word spoken between us after that, but so much was felt, and expressed. With looks, glances, touches, strokes, smiles, and kisses. Any type of verbal communication would have done nothing but burst the cocoon of passion Eddie and I found ourselves in. Eddie held my eyes with his own as he slid my panties from my body completely.
I blinked, took a shuddering breath, then smiled at him. Reaching up, I cupped his face in order to caress his beard-covered cheeks with my thumbs. His hands caressed my thighs, and once again I felt my skin pebble with goosebumps. He leaned in to bite gently at my bottom lip. After only a second, I opened my mouth and allowed Eddie to slide his tongue into my mouth. The intensity of the kiss increased as he squeezed my thighs again. His lips travelled to my shoulder as his hands firmly grabbed my ass.
Eddie slowly kissed his way down the center of my chest. Looking up through his lashes as he planted wet, sensual kisses against my belly. My belly quivered as his tongue peeked out and dipped into my belly button.
I began to panic when Eddie moved lower, then picked me up again, this time with my thighs resting on his shoulders. This was something we’d never done before, and I wasn’t as small as I had been in high school. I wasn’t sure if he could hold me in this position, and if I hadn’t felt the strength and power in his body I would have started to wiggle to be put down. Instead, I sank my hands deep into his hair as he nuzzled his face against my hot, wet center. Eddie grasped my thighs, wrapping his strong hands around them and put his mouth on me before I could offer up a protest.
I opened my mouth in ecstasy as Eddie nibbled on my lower lips, testing my limits, trying to get me to release my control as he devoured me. His eyes remain locked on mine the whole time he slurped up the wetness that seemed to be pouring out of me. I reached up to squeeze my breasts, before pinching and plucking at my own nipples. I barely registered the soft, coolness of the sheets when Eddie lay me down onto them, as my desire ramped up. Instead, I started to swivel my hips with every motion he used to guide me. His tight hold on my thighs locked him to me. My hand flew down to grasp his hair when my climax began to peak. A living, breathing creature roaring through my veins. I hadn’t stopped coming apart before Eddie was crawling back up my body to take my lips.
I startled at the move, as he shared my pussy juices with me. It was something else that was new with us, but I wasn’t altogether turned off by the way I tasted. I wasn’t sure what I expected, but the clenching of my slit, and the release of more juices was not unwelcome. My view of myself—which had been warped since entering into a relationship with Zander—had been altered once again. I saw myself as that beautiful, sexual woman Eddie had always told me I was.
Someone worthy of being loved and desired.
Cherished.
Zander’s words of violence. Of threats. His words of manipulation and abuse had all faded away, and all I heard now were Eddie’s words of encouragement, compliments, and passion.
And all I felt was his love.
Eddie
I turned over onto my back and lifted Heaven over my erect shaft, knowing it would be much easier for her if she controlled how fast and how deep she took me. Until she got used to my big dick inside of her again, I would have to take her slow. Gently.
Or as gentle as I could with her amazing pussy wrapped around my cock.
Fuck. Me.
/> I bit down on Heaven’s shoulder to distract her from the pain of taking my large cock inside of her, and pulled her down onto me, her back bowing and a soft cry leaving her lips. Her head fell back, as she took me deeply.
She was so fucking tight.
I held still, not moving and not allowing her to move, wanting, no needing her to become adjusted to me before we continued. When she finally lowered her head to look me in the eyes, I moved my gaze over her face. Tears were leaking from her eyes, not just from the pain, but from the smile on her face, also from the connection we shared. The love that was being rekindled between the two of us. I was so humbled by what I saw in her gaze, I kissed her tears away, before placing sweet kisses to her lips.
When my eyes locked with hers again, I started to guide her hips gently. My eyes fixed on hers. Speaking, but not speaking. Heaven placed her hands on my shoulders. Her juices eased my way into her body. Filling her tight pussy so completely, stretching her to the brink. She shuddered as I dragged my cock through her tight, wet folds slowly. My breathing increasing as I slowly began to increase my thrusts. I reached up to squeeze her breasts in each hand, before I traced her skin with my palms down to her stomach.
I stroked her belly, lovingly guiding my fingers over her stretch marks.
She’d carried my daughter, my child, within her. Part of me mixed with part of her, and created a beautiful, smart, amazing little girl.
Leaning up and forward, I nibbled on her sides and every bit of skin I could find, continuing to move her slowly on my dick. I looked up into her eyes, and hoped she saw just a fraction of the desire I had for her in my gaze.
“I fuckin’ love your body, Baby,” I said harshly, my voice raw with emotion. I saw the surprise on her face and let my hands move over her stomach and up to the large, pillow-soft mounds of her breasts.
