by Lane Hart
“That’s not fighting fair,” Ivan says as his gaze moves down my body and back up again. “And what if I can’t…”
“Then at least we tried,” I tell him before I grab his hand and walk backward until my legs hit the bed. Crawling up on the mattress, I use Ivan’s hand to pull him up on top of me.
And that’s all it takes to break him. His mouth slants over mine, plunging his tongue inside while his hands get busy on my breasts, squeezing them and making me moan. I grab the back of his t-shirt and lift it over his head before reaching between us to undo his pants. His cock is hard and ready when I fist it inside of his boxer briefs, then free it. My legs are already spread, so I just line him up and…
“Oh!” we both moan when he’s suddenly sheathed all the way inside me, thankfully without any of the pain from my first time, only pleasure as he stretches me and hits the deepest part. Our frantic kiss breaks because we’re both panting and moaning too hard from the urgent thrusts to keep it going.
Ivan slaps his palm over my mouth to keep me quiet as he begins to move faster, retreating and slamming home over and over again. I lift my hips on each pump as I grab his ass, needing to help him drive deeper.
Eyes closed and jaw clenched tight above me, I’m not sure if Ivan’s experiencing pain or pleasure. I want this to be good for him and not upset him because he can’t let go, so I squeeze my inner walls around his plunging shaft. That makes him groan and relax a little as some of the tension in his shoulders eases. His eyes open and hold mine as I do the same move again and again, helping the pressure in my lower belly build until I can’t take any more.
Moaning against Ivan’s palm, I shatter apart, my entire body shaking from the pulses of pleasure.
Just as I start to float back down from my high, Ivan buries his face in my neck and the comforter. Then I hear his grunts and curses before I feel his hot release spilling inside of me.
“Thank fuck,” he whispers after a few moments, sounding relieved.
“Welcome,” I mutter from behind his palm that he quickly pulls away.
“Sorry,” he says, pushing himself up. “Didn’t want anyone to hear. I’m supposed to be gay.”
“Gay?” I repeat, not sure that I heard him right.
“Yep, that’s what I told Jimmy,” Ivan replies with a smile that makes him look almost boyish compared to his usual serious expression.
“Smart,” I tell him.
“Yeah, but I better get back to the hallway just in case,” he says, which makes me sad. I don’t want him to leave me in here alone even if he’ll be just a few feet away.
When Ivan pulls his cock out, I’m left feeling so empty it’s almost painful, so I grab the sides of his face gently, especially on the bruised left side, and bring his lips to mine to kiss him softly.
“Will you come back in a few hours?” I ask.
“Maybe, if it looks clear,” he agrees before giving me another quick kiss and then climbing off me to stand beside the bed and redress. “Leave your door unlocked. No one but me will come in. I promise,” Ivan assures me.
“Okay,” I agree. “Once you’re out there, I’ll get dressed and then go to the restroom. You can even be an asshole to me if you want to make it sound good.”
“I’ll try,” Ivan agrees before he slips his shirt over his head and tiptoes over to the door. “See you in a few,” he says with a smile before he slips out and I flop back on the bed wondering if this is really going to work.
Can my father and Ivan really get me out of this marriage, or will it all end in disaster?
Chapter Thirteen
Ivan
I had no intentions of fucking Maylin when I went into her room to talk to her. But then seeing her with her gorgeous, long, red hair all sexy and messy and remembering how good it was last time…well, it didn’t take much for her to convince me. Once she took her clothes off, the decision was made and I was determined to give it my all even if my cock refused to cooperate.
As soon as I was inside Maylin’s tight, wet heat, looking down into her lust filled eyes, it surprisingly didn’t take much to set me off like a rocket, for which I’m eternally grateful.
Now, I’m standing outside of her bedroom, getting hard again thinking about her and wishing I could go back for more.
It was stupid to give in when I could’ve easily gotten caught by one of the other guards or the asshole, Jimmy, himself. So thinking about an encore is downright insane. Isn’t it?
With my back resting against the wall across from Maylin’s room, I try to cross my arms over my chest and look stern. The grin on my face is not helping. And dammit, this shit is life or death serious. If I’m able to get Maylin away from Jimmy, then there will be plenty of time for fucking, but for now, I need to keep my head clear and avoid getting distracted by her nakedness.
The bedroom door cracks open, and Maylin peeks out.
“What do you want?” I bark at her, apparently sounding so genuine in my contempt that she startles, so I give her a wink.
“I, ah, just need to use the restroom,” she says while opening the door wider. Right, because I left a mess between her legs.
“Fine, but make it quick,” I tell her.
“Yes, sir,” she replies meekly with a grin, and then scurries down the hall to the bathroom where she shuts the door.
Before she finishes up and returns to her room, a tall, lean guy with closely trimmed blond hair wearing the stereotypical dark suit comes marching down the hallway.
“Who are you?” he stops in front of me and asks.
“New guy. Ivan Rivers,” I say, offering him my palm to shake, which he does, hard. “Jimmy wants me watching over his bride.”
“Really?” the man says and I nod. Letting go of my hand, he walks over and steps through the bedroom door. “Then where the hell is she?” he asks.
“Bathroom,” I tell him coolly, inclining my head in the direction. The sound of the toilet flushing is right on cue, so he relaxes a little.
“Nice suit,” I tell him. “Looks good on you,” I add with a wink to play up my gay act.
What I don’t expect is for the man to stand up straighter with a grin, practically beaming from my compliment. “Thanks,” he says. “My name’s Craig by the way.”
“Nice to meet you. How long have you been working for Jimmy?” I ask.
“Just a few months,” he replies. “Ever since he got out of prison.”
“Right,” I say with a nod. “The gun charge?”
“Such bullshit,” Craig grumbles before he steps closer and lowers his voice. “Since he’s been out, Jimmy won’t even touch a fucking gun.”
“Seriously?” I ask in surprise, because that may make this whole plan a helluva lot easier.
“Yeah, can you believe it?” Stepping up even closer to me, he whispers, “What kind of pussy ass mob boss refuses to carry a gun?”
“No clue,” I reply, wishing I could back up and put distance between us; but with the wall behind me, there’s no escape.
“I may be a twink, but I’m always packing, one on my chest and one on my ankle,” Craig says, showing me a peek at both.
“Cautious. I like it,” I agree to play along since the man is giving me good information even if I’m pretty sure he’s flirting with me. Just my luck that Jimmy had another gay guard working for him.
“I bet it gets lonely up here,” Craig says, glancing up and down the hallways. “Let me know if you need some company.”
“I’m good,” I assure him. “Best to stay alert at all times, right?”
“Right,” he agrees when he eases away from me. Craig’s silent a second before he inhales deeply, then does it again. “Does it smell like sex up here?”
“Ah, no,” I say quickly when he goes over to Maylin’s bedroom and takes another deep whiff.
“I know what cum smells like, and someone’s cock has been spraying some up here recently,” he says when he turns back to me.
The bathroom door opens,
and then Maylin creeps back into the hallway, freezing in her tracks when she sees Craig.
“What took you so long?” I snap in my deep, angry voice. “Get the fuck back in your room.”
“Yes…yes, sir,” she stutters before running back into her room and shutting the door.
I was hoping Craig would finally go on and drop the whole smells like sex thing, but he doesn’t. Instead, he crosses his arms over his chest and asks, “Are you fucking Jimmy?”
“Ah, no,” I respond once I recover from that bizarre question that came out of the blue.
“You sure about that?” he asks. “Because you were pretty rude to the girl he’s gonna marry, and someone had sex up here.”
“Do you fuck Jimmy?” I ask curiously after he made the accusation.
Lifting one shoulder, Craig says, “Sometimes. Well, I mean, he likes to fuck me. He’s bisexual but only a top.”
Holy. Shit.
I mean, I knew Jimmy was looking for a boy that night he killed my mother, but I didn’t know that’s what he wanted me for. Ew.
“So then why is he marrying that girl?” I ask in confusion.
“It’s all about bloodlines and shit for the Italians, so he’ll keep knocking her up until she gives him a few Irish-Italian sons to help him keep a stronghold on the Irish territory and his own. Then he’ll be done with her.”
I don’t ask, but I’m pretty sure that when he says, “done with her” that means he’ll kill her. Not that I’m gonna let him get that far.
There’s not going to be a wedding, and Jimmy’s never going to get Maylin pregnant.
“Hey, um, I need to make a phone call real fast,” I tell Craig. “Mind covering for me and letting me borrow your phone? Mine died.”
The truth is I left my burner phone back at the apartment.
“Sure,” Craig says as he pulls the thin, black smartphone from his pocket. “Take as long as you need.”
“Great, I appreciate it,” I tell him before I head down the stairs and out the back door to the yard that’s empty other than one big guard at the gate a few hundred feet away. I wave to him before I dial Knox’s number. I don’t know Liam’s number and even if I did it would be stupid to call his number on a guard’s phone since Craig could call it back to check up on me.
“Yeah?” Knox answers after the second ring.
“I need to ask a favor,” I tell him.
“Ivan? Where the hell have you been?” he asks.
“I’m…working on something,” I say. “It’s important, and I need your help.”
“Sure. What’s going on?” he asks.
“You remember where I keep my gun?” I ask. A few months ago I showed it to Knox and Cain and told them why I had it — to kill the man who murdered my mother.
“Yeah,” Knox replies slowly. “Why? Is it killing time?”
“It’s killing time,” I agree. “Can you borrow a car for a few days and go buy some bullets for it?"
“Right now? Where the hell can I get a car and bullets after midnight?” he asks. “Never mind, I think I can figure it out.”
“Great, because I’ll probably need you to meet me someplace tomorrow with both. I’ll call with more details when I have them. Try to bring Cain and more guns if either of you can get your hands on them.”
“Ohh-kay,” he drawls. “But would you like to tell me what the fuck we’re getting ourselves into first?”
“I’m trying to help Liam save his daughter from the man who killed my mother,” I explain in one surprisingly cohesive sentence.
“That’s a pretty damn good reason,” Knox agrees. “I’ll handle shit on this end, but you better be careful.”
“I will,” I assure him. “Thanks, Knox.”
“No problem,” he says. “Talk to you tomorrow.”
Once I at least have my gun, then I’ll feel a little better about my chances working for the enemy. But after talking to Craig, I don’t want it to come down to killing all of Jimmy’s guards. Craig seems like a decent guy, way too young to die for that asshole he works for. And doesn’t he deserve to find a man to love and live happily ever after too?
There has to be some way to kill Jimmy and convince his guards to let us go without a shootout before the wedding, right?
Chapter Fourteen
Maylin
I lie awake in bed, waiting for Ivan to return, but the hours keep ticking by without any sign of him.
At around three a.m., I’m so worried something happened to him that I can’t take it any longer. I climb out of bed and cross the room to open the door.
And there he stands, arms crossed over his chest, head thrown back against the wall before his eyes lock with mine and he straightens.
“What’s wrong?” he whispers while glancing up and down the hallway.
“Why didn’t you come back?” I ask softly.
“I wanted to, but it’s too risky,” he says.
“Oh,” I say while fidgeting with the hem of my pajama top. “I was worried.”
“Don’t be,” Ivan says, closing the distance between us and placing a feathery kiss on my lips. “Go try and get some sleep,” he tells me before quickly retreating to his post against the wall.
With a nod of agreement, I do as he suggested, stepping back into my room and shutting the door behind me. As I climb back in bed, I tell myself he’s right to be cautious. We can’t be too careful around Jimmy, and it’s amazing he’s trusted Ivan this much so soon. I don’t want to do anything that could end up getting Ivan hurt or, god forbid, killed.
Maybe this is too dangerous and Ivan should leave before it’s too late. I don’t want anything to happen to him because of me. That’s the whole reason I agreed to do this wedding in the first place.
Ivan barely knows me, so I don’t really understand why he would put himself in peril to save me. There has to be more to it, because I’m certain that after our first night together when he took my virginity I didn’t make that much of an impression on him. But he’s definitely starting to impress the shit out of me.
Just knowing he’s outside the door makes me feel safer in this house. In fact, once I put my head on the pillow and relax, it doesn’t take long before I drift off to sleep.
…
“Maylin?”
The sound of my name is the first thing I notice when I wake up. Then, I blink my eyes open and see Ivan standing next to the bed, his eyes red and bloodshot with bags underneath, looking exhausted. Poor guy. He probably stayed awake all night.
“Morning,” I say.
“Morning,” he repeats with a thin smile. “Jimmy just left, but he said I need to get you up so you can get ready to go to the dress shop. Oh, and pack a bag because we’re going to stay at the hotel tonight for the wedding tomorrow,” he adds with a wink.
“Right,” I agree. “Guess I better get in the shower first to get awake.” Throwing the covers back, I stand up beside the bed and then pull my top up and over my head before lowering my bottoms. Starting for the bedroom door, I look over my shoulder and find Ivan standing frozen with his jaw gaping as his wide eyes take in my backside. “Join me?” I offer.
“I really shouldn’t,” he replies as he follows me into the hallway where I cross to the bathroom and flip on the overhead light. “I really, really shouldn’t,” he says again from behind me.
When I bend over to turn on the faucets, I hear the door shut behind me and smile knowing he changed his mind. By the time I get the water temperature perfect and turn around, Ivan is already halfway undressed, nothing left but to get his shoes off so that he can remove his pants and boxer briefs.
“You’re an evil seductress who is gonna get us caught,” Ivan says.
“Jimmy’s not here, right?” I remind him.
“No, but several of his guards are.”
“Come on. I bet you could use a shower too, right? We’ll just be…conserving water,” I tell him as I step over into the tub and stand underneath the warm cascade. By the time I bru
sh my hair back from my face, Ivan is standing in front of me. He wraps an arm around my back and pulls me roughly against the front of his warm, sculpted body at the same time his lips come crashing down on mine.
How can I already be craving him again when we were just together a few hours ago?
I thread my fingers through both sides of Ivan’s hair to keep his mouth on mine while grinding my stomach into his hard cock. His hand wedges its way between our bodies to grasp my breast, and then it glides down my side, flattening against my pelvis. Determined fingertips stroke my sensitive flesh before easing inside me, causing my eyes to drift closed and my body to melt in his arms.
“God, you’re hot. And wet,” Ivan whispers against my lips as his two fingers pump in and out of me. “Come for me so I can get some relief. You’re the only one who can stop the ache.”
Hearing his need, he sounds so desperate for me and me alone that I grip his hair tighter as my thighs clamp around his hand and a release quakes all through me from my head down to my curling toes. I swear I’m floating through the sky. Then my feet actually lift from the floor of the tub before my back presses against the shower wall. Ivan’s filling me the next second with one thrust so deep I’m almost certain he touched my soul.
…
Ivan
I’ve got Maylin pinned to the wall as I drive my hips up into her. My cock is so long and hard that I wouldn’t be surprised if it’s all that’s holding her in place.
It had been a brutally long and boring but tense night with zero sleep. When I went to wake her up, I was exhausted beyond belief, to the point I could barely lift my arms.
And then Maylin strips naked, my dick stands at attention, and it’s like I’ve received an IV infusion of Red Bull. I swear I’ve got so much energy pumping through my veins right now that I could pound my cock into her for the next eight hours and never get tired. But what I’d really like is to come inside of her and soon.
