Sons of Justice 6: A Painter Walks into an Irish Pub (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever)

by Dixie Lynn Dwyer

  She pressed her mouth to his, and at the same time, she felt Pisces’s warm hand slide down her back to her hip.

  “Ride him,” he ordered.

  She lifted up and down on Rusty’s cock. Then Rusty widened his thighs just as the cool liquid-covered fingers slid into her asshole.

  “Oh.” She moaned after pulling from Rusty’s mouth. Her head tilted up, and Rusty’s mouth landed on her breast and nipple. He sucked hard and tugged as she rocked over his cock.

  “That’s right. Ride him. Please your man, and then I’m joining in.”

  “So am I.”

  The deep, hard voice penetrated the room. Fingers slid from her ass as she looked over to the right and saw Stack stepping from his pants. Then the thick, bulbous tip of Pisces’s cock began to push into her asshole. She moaned as she watched Stack stroke his cock while climbing up on the bed. He reached out to grab her, lowering to kiss her mouth as Pisces thrust into her ass balls deep. She moaned, and so did Rusty and Pisces. They were both thrusting into her as Stack held her face between his hands and ravished her mouth.

  Up and down, they were taking her together when Stack released her lips and then lowered her head to his cock. She wanted to taste him. To please him, to be part of all of them. She opened her mouth and licked along his cock, tasting soap and his cologne. She started to pull him in deeper, sucking up and down his shaft, getting lost in the thrusts to her pussy and ass when she heard Finlin’s voice.

  “Sounds we’re going to love hearing every fucking morning.”

  She felt the palm slide along her back and ass cheek. “So fucking sexy and giving. Goddamn, I don’t think we’ll be leaving this fucking house today.”

  “Fuck no. Damn, she’s so tight. I’m there, baby. I’m there,” Pisces said and gripped her hips and rocked harder, deeper into her ass and then came with a roar.

  “Take her next, Finlin. I’m not going to last long,” Rusty said to him, and she just continued to suck on Stack’s cock, needing this. Wanting them to fuck her over and over again and deepen this bond, this connection they shared.

  She felt nervous suddenly. How had she instantly fallen for them? One night, one morning and she didn’t think she could live without them or not have them in her life. What was she going to do about the potential danger? She jerked as the hand landed on her ass and Pisces pulled out. He’d spanked her ass. He really seemed to enjoy doing that. Hell, they all did. A moment later, more lube pushed into her ass.

  “Good morning, sexy,” Finlin said to her, leaned down, and kissed her shoulder. She moaned against Stack’s cock as Stack caressed her hair.

  “Fuck, baby, that moaning does me in. Ease up. I think I want to come in that ass this morning, too,” he said stroking her hair.

  As his words registered, fingers pulled from her ass, Rusty thrust up faster into her cunt, and then Finlin’s cock replaced his fingers and slid into her asshole, making her moan again.

  She shivered and shook as her pussy creamed and tiny vibrations of arousal and pleasure erupted throughout her body. She was so in tune to everything around her and all the sensations, plus this deep connection they shared. Their muscles, masculinity, dominance were all turn-ons. She moaned and relaxed, letting them deepen their strokes. Wanting to be perfect for them so they would feel what she felt, connected, bound to her as she felt bound to them and possessive. Oh God, possessive.

  “Fuck, baby, I can’t take it.” Stack slid from her mouth.

  She was panting. “Stack.”

  He stroked her cheeks. “Let them take you together, and then I’m next. You and me.” He leaned down to kiss her.

  What she thought was going to be a quick kiss turned into a make-out session as Rusty and Finlin stroked faster and faster, their bodies slapping against hers, and she came. She moaned into Stack’s mouth, and then Rusty gripped her hips hard and thrust upward, coming in her cunt.

  Finlin roared. “So good. So fucking good.” He came in her ass.

  Stack released her lips. “Come on.” He lowered down to the bed.

  Rusty ran his hand up under her hair and drew her close as Finlin pulled his cock from her ass and gave it a smack. She jerked, but then Rusty kissed her, ravished her mouth, and then ran a hand along her ass, squeezing and stroking the crack of her ass.

  He released her lips. “I get to fuck this ass next. Maybe in the kitchen, with you bent over the island showing off this sexy body and tattoo.” Her cheeks warmed. He gave her a wink. “Take care of Stack.”

  She lifted up. Stack reached for her, and she climbed up off of Rusty, him moaning as his dick slid from her wet pussy. She immediately cupped Stack’s cheeks and held his gaze. His hands slid over her hips and her ass.

  “First you ride me,” he said to her, and she obeyed him, lifted up, reached for his cock, which had his eyes squinting, the veins by his eyes pulsating until she slid down over his thick, hard shaft and began to rock her hips.

  “That’s it, baby. Take from me. Fuck me good and deep with that sexy, hot, wet cunt of yours. Come on. Faster, deeper,” he coached, gripped her hips, and made her rock up and down, back and forth.

  She held on to his shoulders, embraced the sensations running rampant through her body, and let go and rocked over him. Hell, fucked him, making him moan as she learned to press down and back each time she thrust. Her hips felt different. They fell into a rhythm that seemed to make Stack moan deeper and tighten up. His cock did, too, and then he cursed, rolled her to her back, grabbed her face between his hands, and plunged his tongue into her mouth. She couldn’t move. She was pinned beneath his massive, muscular body, her thighs wide. He was crushing her yet arousing her so much she came. He pulled from her lips and lifted up, ran his palms over her thighs, and placed them over his. He slid backward as he turned so that she was on the edge of the bed. He stood up, his cock sliding from her cunt. He stroked her pussy with his fingers, slid the cream over her asshole, and pushed his digit in.

  “Oh Stack. Stack!” she exclaimed and had to grip the sheets in a fist as he lifted her higher, spread her wider, and then slid his cock right into her ass.

  “Holy fuck that is hot,” Rusty said.

  She couldn’t take her eyes off of Stack’s. He looked lethal, commanding, and every part of her felt intimidated, yet too turned on and aroused to even comprehend what the hell this was she was feeling. He used those thick, hard thighs to not only spread her wider but to control her body as his dick slid in and out of her ass. He then lowered her so that her ass was back on the bed but so he could pull one of her legs up higher against his hip and then run his palm along her belly to her breast as he thrust into her ass. He cupped her breast, and she tightened her one thigh up against his side. He ran his large, callused hand along her shoulder then down over her hip, still holding her gaze and then up to her calf and ankle, making it press over his shoulder as he leaned over, getting deeper into her ass. She couldn’t take it. This was outrageous.

  She felt so much as she cried out and came. “Stack!”

  “Mine. You’re fucking mine, Thylane. Always. Say it. Tell me you’re mine,” he ordered.

  “Yes, oh God yes, yes, I’m yours, Stack. Oh…oh God, you’re so big and hard. Oh, I can’t take it.”

  She screamed, and he roared as he thrust in deep and came in her ass. They were panting, and he was out of breath as he eased his cock from her asshole, lowered her leg, and then pressed a knee between her thighs and ran his hands along her body, looking at her in a way that told her he was never going to let her go. It was carnal, possessive, and she loved it. He lowered his mouth to hers and kissed her tenderly then trailed his mouth along her body, over her breasts, and everywhere he could.

  “You, I will never get enough of. Never be able to fuck deep enough to satisfy this need in me to possess you, to own you and mark you mine forever. It’s fucking insane, baby. I hope that doesn’t scare the fuck out of ya.” He stroked her jaw.

  “Not at all, Stack. I feel it, too. I fee
l it for all of you.” She looked past him to the others, who stood there smiling.

  “We talk to Spartan today. We’re your guardians. We’re staking a claim to our woman,” Finlin said.

  “Fuck yeah,” Rusty stated.

  “Damn straight she’s ours,” Pisces said, and then Stack lifted her up off the bed and into his arms. The others gathered around, caressing her body and kissing her skin.

  “Showers then breakfast. This is going to be one hell of a day,” Finlin said, ending the special, happy moment and sending her mind back to the reality of this situation.

  She could still possibly be in danger, and now her men, yes, her men were going to protect her, placing them in that same danger, too. She squeezed Stack tightly as he walked her into the bathroom. Please protect these men. Watch over and protect Finlin, especially if he needs to continue his undercover work. Don’t let Yorkshire figure out that Finlin is a soldier working with the federal agents. Please God. Please keep them safe.

  * * * *

  “So it was my cousin Mitchim that came to warn you about this guy Yorkshire?” Pisces asked.

  Finlin nodded his head. “I don’t know if Yorkshire identified me as an agent or even was suspicious. That McCormick agent was sloppy. I picked him out pretty damn quickly. I still don’t get why Agent Ferrow placed him in that situation, but now he has his death on his hands.”

  “I don’t think that dick cares,” Rusty added, sipping his coffee.

  “What else did my cousin say?” Pisces asked. He felt a mix of emotions here. Pisces hadn’t spoke to any of his family for a couple of years. He never wanted to be part of their cause, their fight for justice in Ireland or any of the other criminal activities they engaged in. He had a different calling. A different life, being born and raised in America. They were supportive of his calling to the service or maybe just hoping he would get that military training as a Marine and then use it to assist them in their work they did. He wasn’t certain, but his relationship with his cousins had changed. He was glad they’d gotten out of the craziness of the IRA and any of the small cells of rebels. If they were still involved, then perhaps Finlin would have never made it out of Foley’s alive or maybe the family would have given him one free pass. Pisces didn’t want to think about that or the fact that Thylane was there.

  “What did he say about Thylane?” Pisces asked him.

  “What do you think he said? She’s a gorgeous, shy, talented young woman. The majority of the men there weren’t just looking at her painting abilities. They were looking at her ass,” Finlin said.

  “She isn’t going back there,” Rusty stated.

  “She’ll want to finish that painting, and if all goes well with this meeting Saturday, if it actually does take place, then she’ll be able to go back and finish up,” Finlin said.

  “Not alone. If my cousins were looking at her body, not just her ability to paint, then she sure as shit isn’t going back to Foley’s ever again,” Pisces stated firmly.

  Someone cleared their throat, and Pisces turned to see Stack and Thylane standing there. Stack had his hands on her shoulders as she walked into the room, barefoot, wearing tight black pants and an off- the-shoulder green sweatshirt that looked as delicate and soft as her skin.

  Pisces reached out for her, her eyes zeroing in on that fierce expression he knew he had right now. He felt protective of what was his, even more so with Thylane. It was instant, and it only got stronger by the minute. He pulled her between his legs as he sat on the stool by the island in the kitchen. He ran one hand along her ass and one up under her hair, causing the sweatshirt to dip lower and reveal more of the deep cleavage between her breasts. She was sexy, feminine, and she smelled like their body wash.

  He held her gaze. “Feeling okay?”

  She reached up and covered his hand that was against her neck and cheek with hers.

  “I feel fine, Pisces. What’s this all about?” she asked, her head tilted back to nearly her shoulders so she could lock gazes with him. His mind was a whirlwind of concerns. Her femininity, fragility, petite frame, sexy body, and how she wouldn’t stand a chance against any men with his capabilities or his cousins’, never mind a man like Yorkshire. “We’re ready to eat if you’re hungry.”

  “That’s not what I mean, Pisces.” She stepped closer, and his hand slid along her ass then up to her hip. She ran her palms up his chest to his shoulders as he released his hold on her cheek and neck.

  “Tell me about your cousin Mitchim and about why I can’t go back to Foley’s to finish the painting.”

  “You know why. Until this Yorkshire guy isn’t a threat to you, you can’t go back.”

  “We don’t know if he is a threat yet. You’re all making an assumption just because he flirted.”

  “It’s more than that.” He stared at her full lips, those sexy green eyes, and how fragile and sexy she was. All woman, and one that shouldn’t have to face danger ever again in her life. Not after being a hostage, getting beaten, and then forced to kill. He squeezed her ass and hip, his hand large enough in comparison to hold her so fully and possessively with one hand. Another indication that she was to be protected and loved.

  “It isn’t going to be an option until we know for sure that Yorkshire isn’t around,” Finlin said, and she glanced at him. His expression was firm, and by the feel of her body shaking, Pisces knew that they all intimidated her. Maybe that would be enough for her to trust their experience and judgment. He didn’t know and waited like the others for her response.

  “Okay. I trust your judgment. This is what you all do for a living. I work as a graphic art designer during the week and as an artist in between. I don’t understand any of this. So trusting what you say, what you order me to do will be respected,” she said, surprising him.

  Finlin stepped closer and caressed her hair as he leaned down to kiss her bare shoulder. “A very talented artist,” he whispered. She smiled.

  “Come sit and eat,” Pisces said to her, and they all gathered around the table as Rusty and Finlin brought the eggs, pancakes, and bacon over along with some fruit. Pisces pulled out a chair for her to sit on, and then Stack offered her coffee and they talked about the meeting with the agents and her protection.

  “So do you think the agents will let you remain involved in this, or do you think they’ll want complete control and credit?” she asked.

  “I’m thinking they won’t want me to be involved. Spartan isn’t going to send me in again anyway. My part is done from what he explained this morning,” Finlin said.

  “What happened this morning?” Stack asked.

  “The circumstances of the agent’s death were extreme. He was killed viscously, even chopped into,” Finlin said.

  Thylane dropped her fork.

  “Sorry, baby,” Finlin whispered.

  “Anyway, it all depends on what happens tomorrow. If this meeting occurs, and if the agents catch Yorkshire and Hopper, it’s done. If not, then I don’t know what the next steps will be. Our priority is protecting Thylane and keeping it so that Yorkshire, if interested, doesn’t seek her out.”

  Pisces swallowed hard and ran his hand over Thylane’s thigh under the table. He squeezed it, and she looked at him. He gave a wink.

  “Best place to ensure that is keeping her in bed.” He winked. Her cheeks turned a nice shade of pink, and the others made comments, not chuckling or joking, but looking dead fucking serious.

  “Sounds like the only option,” Stack said.

  “No place safer,” Rusty added.

  “Meeting first, then back to bed it is,” Finlin commanded, and then they all went back to eating, and he could feel Thylane shaking, but one look at her top and her nipples were so hard they pressed against the soft material of her sweatshirt, and he knew she was all for going back to bed and making love again and again.

  Chapter Seven

  “What name did you just say?” Merritt Hopper asked his guard, Raven.

  “Thylane Mosely.” He
grinned.

  Hopper sat back in his seat.

  “Holy shit. How the hell, out of all the people for Yorkshire to meet, does it wind up being her?” Hopper asked.

  “Not a clue. She somehow got the job as a painter. Yorkshire met up with Franco, obviously looking for him and knowing he works at Foley’s. The thing is, there was a federal agent there last night, and now that federal agent is dead, Yorkshire style.”

  “He was identified?”

  “They obviously picked up on his frequent visits there, and of course, he left his signature.”

  “Dumb fucking Irish bastard. I don’t need that kind of heat. For three years I’ve had these feds snooping around trying to link me to that hostage situation. They’ve audited several of my businesses, and I’ve done my best to keep my hands clean.”

  “Don’t you think it’s kind of weird that one of the women to survive the feds storming in there is somehow now an object of interest for Yorkshire?”

  “Who set it up? Her painting there? Mitchim Foley?” Hopper asked.

  “I don’t know. I can find out.”

  “Find out. In the interim, cancel the meet-up with that crazy fuck. Tell him we’ll do it elsewhere because the feds are onto him. I want to know who got Mel Mosely’s niece that job.”

  “Maybe it was her father.”

  “That fucking pussy. He wouldn’t even go through with the deal his brother made with me. There’s no way he would put her in harm’s way, and for what? It doesn’t make sense. Find out what you can on her without raising any red flags. If Yorkshire likes her so much, she could be a bargaining tool to cut ties with him and our dealings. Then he can go off into hiding with his fuck toy.”

  “That’s smart thinking. We won’t even have to do anything. We can get Franco to do the dirty work without him even knowing he would be setting himself up to take the fall.”

  “I like it.”

  “So when do you want to reschedule this meeting and where?”

  “Let’s get information on Thylane Mosely. Find out her schedule and make a move when it’s the right time this week. Look at her father’s company. Also, find out who got her the job at Foley’s. Something is going on there, and I don’t want to be caught in the middle. Then we have Yorkshire meet us somewhere close to the private airport. He comes through on what he needs to get for me and I hand over what he gets as a farewell gift and I’m done with him for good.”