“Brandon.” Thomas interrupted our moment. I glared at him, contemplating adding a broken jaw to his list of maladies. “The house. It’s done.”
I grunted in acknowledgement, cuddling Carly a little closer, her little sigh soothing me. I kissed the top of her head and then reluctantly released her, placing one hand on the back of her neck. “Let’s get the fuck out of here.” Carly didn’t question anything, her eyes filled with trust and love, never doubting for a second that I would keep her safe.
My eyes swept over her body from head to toe, assessing for injuries. She appeared to be mostly unharmed, but it reminded me what she was wearing. I held my tongue, not wanting to start anything in front of the men, but she was going to get her ass spanked later.
A corner of her mouth lifted in a smirk and my eyes lifted to meet her laughing green orbs. She must have seen the heat in my expression, and I glared at her. She snickered and I rolled my eyes as I headed towards the compound exit, lifting her into my arms and keeping her close to my chest.
Once we hit the access road, I helped her into one of the trucks we’d kept hidden in the brush off to the side. Hauling myself up, I sat beside her and shut the door before tugging her onto my lap. She squirmed, glancing at the other guys, but when she saw my face, she stilled. “Don’t push me, kitten,” I ground out quietly, for her ears only. “You’re in enough trouble as it is.” She pouted, and I stifled a smile at how damn adorable she was. I loved her so fucking much.
We left the other vehicle for the handful of men still inside the gates and took off for the airstrip. As we drove, the anger inside me simmered, a tornado of other emotions feeding it.
The plane was fueled and ready to go so we boarded, settling in to wait the last fifteen minutes for the rest of our party to catch up. They arrived with five minutes to spare and we took off.
Having Carly in my embrace was the only thing keeping me sane during the three-plus hours we were in the air. I wanted nothing more than to strip her down and worship her body, feel her wrapped around me, and hear her calling my name in ecstasy rather than fear. But, I wasn’t about to take her on a plane full of men, particularly ones who worked for us. Even if there was a bedroom on board. Besides, she’d fallen asleep on my lap a few minutes after we hit cruising altitude, clearly worn the fuck out.
She didn’t stir until the plane’s tires hit the runway. Sitting up, she stretched and I held in a groan at the sight of her perky tits and the wiggle of her bottom over my groin. The guys on board wisely kept their eyes averted.
I lifted her into my arms, ignoring her protests and exited to find Nic waiting beside two black Town Cars. He opened a back door, waiting as I got Carly settled on the bench seat. I stood back up and met his gaze, trying to find the words to express my gratitude.
He shook his head. “Unnecessary. You’re family.”
I gave him a chin lift before sliding onto the seat next to my wife, throwing an arm around her shoulders and hauling her up against my side. A little sigh escaped her mouth, and I felt it all the way down to my hardening dick.
My eyes were drawn down to the sight of her chest lifting and falling with each breath. Under Thomas’ damn, fucking shirt. I held my patience until we were inside our home, several men posted around the perimeter for my peace of mind.
“I don’t like seeing you in another man’s clothes, kitten,” I growled.
“I figured Tommy’s shirt was better than my slip, which is pretty damn close to being naked,” she shrugged.
“That was then,” I snapped. “And this is now. Take it off. Naked is perfect for what I’ve got planned for you.”
She wasn’t quick enough for my liking, and I whipped it over her head. Her slip was dirty, and it hit me that she might want to get clean. To wash away the filth of her ordeal, both literally and figuratively. I scooped her up and stalked to the master bath, setting her down in front of the vanity. Reaching in, I turned on the shower before facing her again. I frowned, gripped the dip in her neckline and ripped the garment down the middle.
She gasped and reached out, grabbing onto my biceps to steady herself. I cradled her face in my hands and kissed her gently, loving the sweet moan she emitted. Her hands slid up my arms to wrap around my neck and I yanked her into me, plastering her skin to mine, crushing my mouth over hers.
I stumbled backward until we were inside the glass walls of the shower. Tearing my lips from hers, I tested the water temp before stepping under, bringing her with me. She moaned at the sensation and that sound, along with the sight of water sluicing down her naked body, had my cock stretching the skin painfully tight.
I told the fucker to be patient and set to the task of scrubbing my woman from head to toe. She continued to make sweet little sounds of delight as I ran soapy hands over her, rinsed her, and washed her hair. When her body was pink and clean, I guided her down to her knees in front of me.
“You disobeyed me, and now you’re going to make it up to me. Open up,” I commanded.
Parting her lips, she submitted to my demand, taking my rock hard dick into the warm, wet cavern of her mouth. “Suck my cock, kitten,” I grunted. Her tongue swirled around the tip before she sucked it, causing me to yell. “Oh, fuck yeah. Take me deeper, kitten, yes!” She went to town on my dick, practically swallowing me whole. “Fuck! Carly!” I exploded unexpectedly and I bellowed her name as I released, pouring come down her throat. I came so hard I was dizzy with the stars dancing in front of my eyes.
Once I was steady enough, I helped her up and spun her around to face the wall, placing her palms firmly on the stone. I dropped to me knees behind her, with the firm globes of her ass in my hands. I spread the cheeks, enjoying the view. “Look at that pretty pussy,” I purred before leaning in and taking a long lick through her folds. “You’ve been a naughty little pussy cat though, kitten.”
I sat back and slapped one ass cheek, leaving a red handprint on her creamy, white skin and pre-come leaked from the tip of my dick. I gave the other cheek the same treatment, then rubbed them to soothe the sting. Before repeating the whole process two more times.
“I know you feel you need to earn your position, kitten. But, it’s my job to keep you safe. Don’t ever disobey me like that again, not when it comes to your well-being.” I spanked her again. “Are we clear?” I asked.
She moaned, and I slapped each cheek once more. “Words, kitten.”
“Yes, damn it!” she snarled, clearly irritated to be giving in, but it ended with a moan when I swiped my tongue through her folds again.
“Good girl. Now I can give you what you need, baby.”
I plunged my tongue inside of her and she cried out, her pussy clamping down and her juices running down my chin. I would never get enough of her taste. I began to tongue fuck her as one hand played with her clit, twisting and plucking.
Her cries became louder and more frantic. “Yes! Yes! Ah, ah, oh!” Then she screamed my name as I replaced my tongue with a finger and sucked hard on her clit.
“Mmmm, so delicious,” I murmured as I licked up her back, getting to my feet. Once I was standing, I cupped her tits and pressed my erection against her lower back. “Feel how much I need you?” I whispered with a lick to the shell of her ear. I squeezed and massaged her tits and she shuddered, whimpering. “My cock is desperate to be inside you, to feel you gripping me with your tight pussy.”
I pulled her hips out, then used one palm to press her down. Putting both hands on her hips, I bent my knees, lowering just enough to line my cock up with her entrance and thrust inside. I yanked her back against me as I drove up deep into her pussy, our skin slapping together as I bottomed out.
“Fuck, you feel good,” I groaned, pulling almost all the way out and driving back in. Come was dripping from my cock, my balls drawing up tight, but I wasn’t ready to let go yet. I set a punishing rhythm, slamming into her, our mixed cries of pleasure echoing off of the walls.
I brought her back up suddenly, her back flush against my
front, then lifted one of her legs and put my arm underneath it from behind, holding her wide open. My other hand journeyed down to play with her clit, then I dipped a digit inside her for a tighter penetration, my finger following the rhythm of my cock, but curling up each time to reach her sensitive spot. The heel of my hand rubbed her outer bundle of nerves and she began to scream.
I couldn’t hold it in anymore so I removed my finger and pinched her clit as I pounded into her two more times, then roared with my own climax as it barreled through me like a fucking freight train.
Chapter 6
Carly
“This is more like it, much closer to how I imagined we’d spend our wedding night,” I whispered, my lips brushing against Brandon’s chest as I cuddled against him in our bed. After he’d finished cleaning me up, since he’d gotten me all dirty again, he’d toweled me off, lifted me into his arms, and refused to let me go. Not that I put up much of a fight. If I had my way, I’d never leave his embrace again.
“You pictured yourself on your knees, sucking me off in apology and getting your ass spanked the prettiest shade of pink before I made you scream my name?”
“Don’t be a jackass,” I grumbled, smacking his chest.
“What?” he asked, trying to sound innocent. “It’s exactly how I imagined it, except for the apology part.”
“Maybe it was the opposite of what I’d pictured,” I murmured.
“How so?”
“As much as I love the feel of your cock in my mouth, I’m kind of partial to the sight of you being the one on your knees.”
“Then I’d better get on my knees since my new wife should have everything she wants.” He rolled me onto my back and settled in between my legs. Spreading my thighs wide, he rose onto his knees to bend over me and curl his lips around one of my aching nipples. My back arched off the mattress as he licked his way down my body. He paused, his mouth hovered over my quivering pussy, and my hips jerked even higher.
“Don’t torture me,” I begged.
He lowered his head, his tongue lapping at my pussy in long, slow licks that drove me crazy. Then he spread my folds with his thumbs and feasted on me. His tongue licked, his lips sucked, and his teeth nipped. It wasn’t until he pushed two fingers inside me and clamped his mouth around my clit that I finally flew apart, my orgasm rolling over me hard and fast.
Once my pulse settled and I could breathe again, I lifted my head to look up into Brandon’s eyes. After he’d licked me through my climax, he’d moved up the mattress to cradle me in his arms. “There was one more thing I’d wanted to do on our wedding night. I had a test with a plus sign on it in a pretty little gift bag and everything, but I seemed to have lost it along the way.”
“Do it without it,” he urged.
“What’s the point? You already know.”
“The point is, we aren’t going to let that bastard take anything else from us. You wanted this special moment between us, and you’re going to get it.” Steely determination filled his tone.
“You make an excellent point,” I agreed. Even though he already knew about the baby, butterflies set off in my belly. I took a deep breath and blurted out my news as I exhaled. “We’re pregnant!”
His hand slid down to cover my stomach. “Fuck yeah, we are.”
***
Unfortunately, we didn’t get much time to celebrate our happy news because it wasn’t long before the outside world intruded on our time together. Ewan called in the morning to let us know he’d found evidence of three other men who’d been feeding Sean information. We couldn’t put off a confrontation with them, not without risking the possibility that they’d spook and split town. Their betrayal needed to be met head-on, so we told Ewan to round them up right away. Our next call was to Tommy, or I should say Brandon’s call, because they spoke while I prayed to the porcelain gods, yet again. Brandon asked him to bring a few guys to help capture the traitors and to start the interrogation as soon as they’d nabbed them.
Tommy and Ewan moved quickly, and less than an hour later they texted to let us know they were headed back to O’Reilly’s. It took another hour before my nausea was under control, which meant we didn’t get to the pub until they’d been there for almost two hours. As we walked through the bar area, I sent the bottles of whiskey a look of longing. I could really do with a shot before the showdown that was about to happen. I tore my gaze away and straightened my spine, digging deep because I knew all of my daring was going to have to come naturally since I couldn’t have any liquid courage as long as I was pregnant.
Brandon’s hand reached for mine, squeezing it tightly, and suddenly all my fears melted away. I had all the strength I needed walking right next to me. For the longest time, I’d had to stand on my own, but no more. Never again did I need to worry about facing difficult times by myself, not when this amazing man loved me.
Following Brandon down the stairs to the basement, I knew that no matter who had betrayed us, it didn’t really matter. It might sting if it was someone I knew well, but it wouldn’t cut deeply because the only person who really mattered would never betray me—Brandon would move heaven and earth to keep me and our baby safe. I had no doubt we could face any challenge together and come out on top. Including whatever we found on the other side of the door in front of us.
“You ready?” he asked.
I knew if I said no, if I told him I wanted to leave this whole horrible situation to him, then he wouldn’t hesitate to walk me right back upstairs and do exactly what I requested. There was a small part of me that wanted to do exactly that, but I knew I couldn’t listen to those doubts and fears. It would take a strong woman to lead the O’Reillys, as well as to stand by Brandon’s side. I was determined to be that woman, no matter what it took. I felt like we were in the home stretch, and I wasn’t about to show weakness when we were so close to overcoming the final obstacle in the way of our happiness. In the future, it wouldn’t make anyone question me if I allowed Brandon to do the dirty work. He was my enforcer after all. However, these men had committed treason and the severity of the crime meant being dealt with by the boss.
But, boy what an obstacle this was. As soon as we walked into the room, we found three men tied to chairs with their hands behind their backs. I tried to search their faces to figure out who had betrayed me to Sean, but it was impossible to recognize them because there were several layers of plastic wrap hiding their features. It had been wrapped around their heads, ragged holes torn to allow them to breathe—although I was certain Tommy and Ewan had waited to make the rips. Depriving them of air was sure to make them more willing to answer the questions we had, or at least I hoped so.
“Did they talk?”
“They sang like canaries,” Tommy answered my question.
“Which seems appropriate since they squealed like rats to Sean,” Ewan added.
“Are there any other rodents we need to be worried about?” Brandon wanted to know.
“No, Sean was only able to recruit four of our guys.”
“Only?” I repeated.
Ewan ducked his head. “Sorry, it was a poor choice of words.”
“Considering you drove an SUV headlong into a limo to catch Greg, I think we can give you a free pass or two,” Brandon responded dryly.
“You did?” I gasped.
A deep flush crept up Ewan’s neck and cheeks. “I couldn’t risk letting the gobshite get away, not after they’d gotten you on that plane.”
There were six men in this room, and knowing that three of them would give their lives for me was enough for me. It didn’t matter that the other three had sold me out to our enemy. We’d weeded out the traitors, and they’d be six feet under soon. They’d also serve as a warning to anyone else who thought to cross Brandon or me in the future. I’d already demonstrated the lengths to which I was willing to go with the way I’d killed Sean. I felt like it was Brandon’s turn with these three, it only seemed fair.
“Then it sounds like I can trust you
to have Brandon’s back while he finishes this.” Ewan’s chest puffed up with pride and Brandon sent me a grateful smile, which grew even bigger when I continued. “Tommy can watch mine while I wait for you upstairs.”
“I’ll make it quick,” Brandon promised, dropping a quick kiss on my lips.
“Take your time,” I replied. “They deserve to pay for what they’ve done.”
“Don’t worry, kitten. Their final moments will be filled with pain.”
I left the room without a second thought, knowing Brandon would make them suffer. Luckily, the basement was soundproof, and I didn’t have to listen while I sat at the bar with Tommy. He poured me a kiddie cocktail of all things, and then cut up an orange and slid it towards me. Two drinks, half an orange, and a pile of cherries later, Brandon slid his arm over my shoulder.
“It’s done.”
I heaved a deep sigh of relief. “Hopefully we can put it all behind us.” It was time to focus on the businesses, detangling the mess left by my father. It seemed a mob boss’s job was never done.
Chapter 7
Brandon
“Keep your eyes closed, kitten,” I instructed as I carefully led her up a set of stairs.
Carly mock pouted but she couldn’t hold the expression and a sly smile slid onto her face. “Will you punish me if I don’t?”
I was immediately hard, remembering the last time she’d disobeyed me. My naughty little kitty cat seemed to rustle up trouble on purpose from time to time. Apparently, my punishments were not a deterrent. I couldn’t disagree with that line of thinking because it led to so much pleasure. Just picturing her pretty pink ass, her rosy lips wrapped around my cock, and the sight of her lost in ecstasy as I held her on the precipice of orgasm had me tempted to turn around and take her right back to the bed we’d barely left an hour before.
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