She gasps when I bring my face to her pussy, dragging my tongue from her hole, across her full and luscious lips, to her clit.
She’s engorged and needy as fuck down here, her pussy’s unique smell moving through me, making me so hard I feel like I will burst.
I push her ass cheeks together for the sheer thrill of feeling them, grabbing and massaging as I indulgently slip my tongue into her hole.
“Oh,” she moans as I slide deeper, tasting her hot tanginess in my mouth.
“More,” she cries, her whole body shivering, and I almost slide my tongue from her because I think she’s joking.
But no, her curvaceous body is shivering and shaking for me, the suddenness of the orgasm making her voice strangled. I can taste her squirting come, feeling it sliding over my lips, and I lap at her greedily.
I groan as I bury my face deeper against her sex, fucking her pulsating hole harder as she tightens and loosens around my tongue. I squeeze her ass cheeks harder, greedily burying my hands in her flesh. I squeeze until she gasps, and then I stroke, pulling her toward me, fucking her tight virgin hole as I give her a preview of my cock.
But my cock is going to open this cute tight virgin hole wide. I can almost feel her slit gripping my cock, a phantom fantasy surging through my body.
She shakes and writhes with euphoria, her entire body trembling against my tongue, bucking against my mouth as the last moments of her orgiastic release surge out of her.
I lean back, panting hungrily when she’s done, smoothing my hands over her ass, and then stand. I grind my manhood against her naked sex, feeling her wetness seep through my pants, grinding her soft sensitive lips up against my rock hard cock.
“You need it,” I growl. “I can feel how badly your body wants to take this dick.”
“I do,” she pants. “But…”
“I know.” I sigh darkly, using my last moments of self-control to step away so I don’t unleash myself on her. “It’s your first time and it shouldn’t be here, like this. I don’t think you know how goddamn irresistible you are, Molly.”
“I don’t.” She giggles, standing up and pulling her pants up. “Maybe I can start to feel a little beautiful now, though? If you want me, I must be.”
I close the distance between us and wrap my arms around her, bringing my lips to hers. I feel her freeze for a moment as she tastes her own juices on my mouth, but then she relaxes into the kiss and loops her arms over my shoulders.
I press against the small of her back, pushing our bodies as close together as they can possibly get.
But then I have to break it off again, need rushing through me.
“Have you eaten today yet?”
“Wait.” She tilts her head at me, lips glimmering from our kiss. “You didn’t tell me why you had your gun out. Or why you started laughing. You just sort of… mauled me.”
I grin like a wolf. “Are you complaining?”
“No freaking way,” she says, with a confident tilt of her head, as though she’s finally accepting she can let out more than her shyness around me. “I’m just curious. It’s not every day your… your boyfriend pulls a gun on you?”
She turns it into a question, the word boyfriend hangs in the air between us.
I reach down and take her hands, squeezing them supportively. “Boyfriend doesn’t do it justice,” I snarl. “But it’ll work for now.”
A warm smile spreads across her face, and she says, “So why, then?”
“I heard you hitting the bag and I thought someone was hurting you. So I was getting ready to do whatever was necessary to keep you safe. And then, fuck, I started laughing with pure relief. Because you were – you are – safe, and it means the world to me.”
Joy lights up her captivating features. “Oh, Murphy. You’ll really protect me, no matter what?”
I wrap my arms around her shoulders, careful not to let them stray lower unless my resolve snaps, and I take her right here.
I’d tease her hole again, taking my cock out this time and rubbing the engorged helm against her clit, pushing firmly so that she can feel how badly I want to slip just an inch higher and slide into her begging slit.
Maybe she’d moan in surprise at first, but it would quickly melt into lust as she sits back against me, her round bouncy ass cheeks flattening against my hard abs.
I kiss the top of her head instead, inhaling the sweet smell of my future.
“Of course,” I whisper, kissing her forehead. “I’ll protect you for the rest of your lives. It’s Molly and Murphy now. Forever.”
She tenses against me for a moment and then collapses as though grateful into the hug. It takes me a moment to work out why she tensed like that, and then it hits me.
She’s thinking about Henry… Henry who I have selfishly not thought of once since I returned home.
Even though I’m with his daughter.
Even though he still doesn’t know.
“Have you eaten yet?” I ask.
“No. Have you?”
I chuckle. “Well… yeah.”
“Ew.” She giggles, looking up at me, her ew noise betrayed by the glittering desire in her wide eyes. “You know what I mean.”
“No. Would you care to share a meal with me, Molly? We can’t leave the apartment, but I can order whatever you like, and we can dine on the balcony.”
“Dine?” she says, a thrill of delight in her voice. “That sounds really nice. But first, can you help me get these darn boxing gloves off? I feel so awkward.”
I grin, amazed at the way she can pull me away from my mob concerns and keep me firmly planted in the present.
But maybe I shouldn’t be.
We’re made for each other.
“Of course,” I tell her. “I want you to be able to use your hands.”
Soon they’ll be wrapped around my hungry dick.
Chapter Seventeen
Molly
The sun kisses the sky rose-red as we sit on the balcony, around the glass table, polished to such a gleam I catch sight of my reflection in it. The heaters are hidden within the stonework flooring, heating our bodies, making me flush as I burn up opposite my man.
I look down at the menus and laugh. “When you said order, I thought you meant takeout.”
“I own the restaurant across the street. Why not treat it like a date? You deserve it.”
“So do you,” I rush to say, letting my eyes move over his muscular body, his forearms bulging with his shirt sleeves rolled up.
His muscles make the fabric crease and his silver hair is messy from his long day, or maybe from where I ran my hands through it after he took the boxing gloves off and we kissed.
“I never would’ve believed that before we met,” he says passionately.
“Um, we met a long time ago.”
He shakes his head, staring hard at me, making me want to whimper from his gaze alone. How the heck is that possible?
Oh wait, this is Murphy freaking Moran we’re talking about.
“I don’t mean then,” he says. “No offense, but I didn’t notice you. You were a shy little kid, that’s all. When you went to England, you were in braces. And then you came back… and fuck, look at you. Everything about your young body is perfect for making a family.”
“Isn’t that a bad thing?” I murmur. “Who wants to look like they’re ready to get pregnant?”
“I want you to look like that,” he snarls. “And so that’s how you’ll look. Don’t forget, Molly, you belong to me now. I’ve claimed you, so you might as well get used to hearing how gorgeous your body is, how perfect because I’ll never stop saying it.”
His praise moves through me like a warm glow, making my insides shiver and dance with the force of his words.
“Thank you,” I murmur, and then turn back to the menu as his eyes become too intense for me to handle.
My mind flits back to the gym, to when he had his trapped manhood grinding against my sex, the throbbing outline of it so difficult to ig
nore in his pants. I wanted to turn around and pull him out, stroke him, lick him, suck him if I could work out how to do it properly.
But nerves flapped sharply through me, stopping any notions I had of acting on those insane desires.
“The steak looks good,” I comment.
“As long as it’s bloody.” He smirks. “Don’t you agree?”
“No.” I giggle. “But why aren’t I surprised?”
“What do you mean?”
I tilt my head at him, feeling one of those rare bursts of confidence I sometimes feel surge up, and more and more often with Murphy now, as though he’s teasing those parts out of me, making me want to let my full self flourish.
“You’re an animal,” I say. “That’s what I mean.”
“You’re right,” he snarls. “And soon I’m going to take what’s mine. I’m going to take it like the beast I am. And when I slide into your tight virgin hole, you’ll realize how badly you need it. You’ll beg for my come. Your needy womb will make you beg.”
He glares at me, his eyes brimming with possessive intensity, making me feel vitally needed in a way I’ve never felt before.
“But what if it’s not as good as your fantasies?”
His eyes glimmer knowingly. “You’ve been having fantasies a lot longer than I have. I’m ready to take you the way you are.”
“You’re better than my fantasies, Murphy,” I tell him quickly. “Way, way better. You have no idea.”
I’m gushing like an overexcited doofus, but I can’t help myself. I mean it.
“When was the last time you fantasized?” he asks.
He smirks, seeming almost boyish for a moment, and I can imagine just how he’ll look when he’s playfully teasing our children, the joy he’ll bring out in them.
Nerves flutter in my chest when I think about answering, but then I force myself to blurt it out anyway, to push past the wall of anxiety.
“By fantasized, do you mean touch myself?” I say, so glad I get the words out without stuttering or fumbling them.
He chuckles, his deep voice moving through me, telling me it’s okay to crack jokes. He won’t call me names or find a way to bully me.
“Yes,” he says, leaning forward so his fingers brush against mine. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
“Recently,” I muttered, reaching up and pulling my fringe over my forehead.
He reaches over and brushes it out of the way, tucking my hair behind my ear, looking into me, not just at me.
“You don’t have to be ashamed of being horny for the future father of your children, Molly. But I can’t say I don’t like that cute look you get when you’re shy.”
I bite my lip, sucking in a breath. He makes my skin burn. It doesn’t even make sense, but it happens every time his words whisper through me.
“I’m not shy,” I mutter.
“Not anymore,” he says. “You have no idea how happy that makes me. I want to watch you grow, to flourish in whatever you want to do.”
He pauses, and his smirk grows wider. “I can’t wait to watch you drive into your future.”
“Our future,” I say. “And I can’t wait, either. In fact…”
What the heck am I doing?
The words I love you are trying to rise on my lips, my womb sending fiery signals through me, compelling me to say things I know will only complicate things even more.
He’s going to laugh if I say that so soon…
It feels too fast and yet like I’ve been waiting forever for this.
“What?” he urges, grabbing my hands and squeezing them tightly. “Tell me, Molly.”
I know it’s wrong.
But I feel it whirling through me anyway, whisking away all my doubts and leaving only hot certainty in its place, and I find myself getting ready to say.
I open my mouth and summon the courage.
“I…”
And then the bomb goes off.
It explodes through the apartment, tossing us backward, the stone ground coming up to meet me as the blast knocks my chair over.
Men’s voices are raised.
People are shouting, and an alarm cuts through it all, blaring as I get ready for the impact.
No—not an alarm. The bomb’s blast is ringing in my head.
Chapter Eighteen
Murphy
I become an animal, my senses honed in on the moment and nothing else, when the explosion ripples through the apartment. Molly screams and falls in her chair as she flinches away from it, causing herself to fall sideways.
She’s never been around explosions before. That was a door charge.
I have to save her.
I dart forward and grab her shoulders before she can complete her fall, upending the glass table. Luckily it bounces on the frame and rolls away, saving my woman from getting any cuts on her perfect face.
I haul her up and place her in the corner.
“Quiet, calm,” I snap.
My tone jolts something in her and her eyes widen for a moment, a note of fieriness moving into her expression.
I spin just in time for the men to reach the balcony doors, which are bulletproof glass. The doors are open just a crack, from when I slid in after opening them for Molly.
They can’t shoot through the glass.
I aim my gun at the gap and move to the side, giving me the best shot whilst hiding most of my body.
“Murphy?” Juan roars, running at the door, a shotgun raised.
He looks crazed, his eyes bloodshot and wide, sweat streaming down his face and soaking his hair. His suit is crumpled and his hands are jittery as he aims the gun. All around him men swarm, six of them, holding pistols and shotguns.
“Don’t touch the fucking door, Juan,” I snarl. “Or I’ll drop you like the sack of shit you are.”
He pauses at the door, staring hard at me, his lips trembling. He’s tweaking on something. All his men are, jittery and puffed-up, as though they’ve been snorting coke in between steroid injections.
“You’re done,” he says. “We’ll blow you and that bitch away.”
Anger rages in me when he nods at one of his men, and he steps forward and aims at Molly through the glass.
“You want her to die?” Juan says.
“Don’t. Touch. The. Fucking. Door.”
I gesture with my gun for him to step back, and finally, the idiot gets it. His face drops and he reaches into his pocket. He fires a shot at the window, causing Molly to whimper behind me.
I want to turn and cradle her in my arms, let her know it’s okay. I’d never let anything happen to us.
But I have to stay focused now.
Like the predator I am.
The bullet bounces with a ping noise.
“Well, fuck,” Juan says. “Looks like we’ve got ourselves a stalemate. That is unless I blow you through this gap, my friend.”
I smirk. “Let’s see who’s a better shot, you drug addict fuck. Let’s see who’s got the better reflexes.”
He scowls, looking around at his men, but they just stare blankly, ready to do what their so-called leader orders. Or more likely ready to do whatever it takes to get their next hit.
“Aren’t you going to ask how I got up here?” He grins, his eyes flashing, but I can tell it’s forced. He’s eyeing the door like he’s going to leap for it any second. “Go on, Murphy. Ask me.”
I grit my teeth, resisting the urge to shoot him. I have no idea how his men will react. Right now, fear is keeping that door almost closed, but if anger takes over they might rush it, and a man can only shoot so fast.
When I don’t answer, he sighs with a shrug.
“Fine, you boring fuck. We got the manager tucked up someplace nice and dark. You see, Murphy, that’s how we do business. Turns out there’s an old service elevator. Who knew?”
I squeeze the gun grip harder, clenching my teeth. I pay this place a small fortune for privacy and safety, and he keeps the full blueprints from me.
“G
ood for you,” I snarl. “But I’ve alerted my men, Juan. You haven’t got long.”
“Your men would already be here,” he grins. “You should’ve had them staying here with you, but I know, my friend, I know what you wanted. You wanted to stay nice and private so you could stuff this… what shall we call her, specimen?”
“I will shoot you,” I tell him flatly. “You don’t talk about my woman like that, you scum fuck.”
“How sweet,” he says. “Maybe I will let you attend her funeral.”
His men laugh gruffly.
I take a step forward, sensing Molly reaching out behind me, silently pleading with me not to get any closer. “I take it your men didn’t take too kindly to you getting treated like a little kid, then, Juan? I had you in that chokehold like my fucking toy. I could’ve snapped your druggie neck with less effort than it takes you to inject a needle.”
He lets out a pathetic boyish whimper, and I know I’m right.
“So you got these bastards hooked on drugs, and you told them some horseshit so they’d follow you. Like you’re going to take control again, you’ve got a plan… kidnap me and deliver me to the Cartel. But you’re a sloppy fuck. I could kill you all right now if I wanted. So it’s time to leave before my men get here.”
“Nice bluff,” Juan says, failing to mask the quivering fear in his voice. “How about this? I rob this place blind. I’ve bet you’ve got lots of interesting things here.”
I chuckle. “You came here to burgle me? Fucking hell, Juan. I thought Cartel bosses were supposed to have balls.”
I’m not keeping a tight rein on my anger, but his comments about Molly are still bouncing around my head, taunting me in the most vicious way. I can’t stand the thought of him talking about her like that, disrespecting her, and being so cowardly he does it behind the safety of a gun, and with the numbers to back him up.
“You think I’ve got something to lose here?” Juan snarls. “Kill me. My men will fucking slaughter you for it. And then we’ll make good use of that prime young—”
I shoot him in the knee.
The bullet rips through his pants and a bloody hole appears, smoke rising from the barrel of my gun.
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