Murphy sucked in a gulp of air when she lowered her head, engulfing him in wet and warmth. Her tongue swirled around him and she sucked gently, one of her hands fisting at his base. Her head bobbing up and down, she kept her pace steady, enjoying the tension in his body and the low groans she wrung out of him as she sucked and licked.
His hand came up to grip her hair, the other arm draped across his eyes. Beckett lifted her gaze to see his body, the sight of the hard, muscular planes and tanned skin making her stomach clench with desire. His penis was long and thick, and she found she thoroughly enjoyed bringing him as much pleasure as possible with her mouth and hands. A bead of moisture formed on the tip, and she licked it off, the salty flavor exploding on her tongue.
“Beck, stop. It’s been too long. I can’t.”
Lifting her head slightly, she slid her hand up and down, finding no resistance since he was well-lubricated from her mouth. “It’s okay. I want you to.”
She quickened her pace, her fist pumping up and down. She watched his body stiffen as he fought orgasm, and she continued to stroke him. With a raw groan and a tremor, Murphy climaxed, emptying himself onto her hand and his own skin.
Beckett sat back, amazed at how powerful and turned on she felt. Standing, she padded into the bathroom to wash her hand and dampened a cloth for Murphy. Turning, she jumped when she found him right behind her and extended the wet cloth.
“If you want to clean up.”
His eyes hot on hers, he took the rag and wiped the remnants of orgasm from himself before tossing the cloth onto the sink and gathering her up in his arms and lifting her, carrying her swiftly back toward the bed. Depositing her on the mattress, he knelt next to her, bending and kissing her deeply. Breaking the embrace, he stared down at her, locking his gaze onto hers.
“Your turn.”
He reclined next to her, his eyes feasting on her bare body. Gently, he rose to kneel on the bed and drew her panties down her legs, pulling them off and tossing them over his shoulder. He lowered himself over her, trailing his mouth down her neck and over her shoulder, dragging his tongue over her skin, his two-day stubble scratching slightly.
He kissed the rise of one breast, then the other before shifting downward slightly to swirl his tongue over one of her nipples. When she gasped and wriggled beneath him, he sucked the nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth across it gently, and smiled against her skin when she arched her back and pressed herself eagerly into his mouth.
Bracing himself on one elbow, he trailed the other hand down her side and over her belly to part her thighs, stroking his fingers over her flesh and parting the folds of her body. He pressed his thumb against her clit, moving it slowly in a circular motion, and eased one of his fingers inside her body, stroking slowly back and forth. When she gasped and fisted her hands in her hair, her hips lifting to press into his hand, he released her nipple with a pop and stared down at her.
“My turn to make you feel good. I want to watch you, Beck. I want to watch you come.”
Unable to talk, she moved her hips against his hand and closed her eyes, her hands going to the sheet and holding tight, the waves of pleasure from his touch and mouth making her entire body hum with desire and need. He shifted off the bed and knelt, gripping her thighs to slide her down the mattress. Bending her knees, he placed her feet on the mattress and pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh, nuzzling her leg with his cheek.
Beckett bit down on her lip and groaned, her skin flushing with color when Murphy stroked her with his tongue; her stomach twisting from the sensations he dragged out of her. He used two fingers to expose her entrance and licked her gently, stroking up to her clit and rubbing his tongue back and forth. Her heels dug into the mattress as her hips lifted, offering herself to him. He gripped her hips in his hands and pulled her into his mouth, slipping his tongue inside her body, her cry of pleasure forcing its way from her chest as she was swept away on a maelstrom of emotion.
He laved her with mouth and tongue until her thighs fell apart and her head thrashed on the pillow. She’d pulled the fitted sheet loose from the edges of the mattress and yanked on it desperately. Orgasm built within her, spurred onward by Murphy’s ministrations. Sweat beaded on her skin in a fine sheen, and she moaned as pleasure and desire surged through her body until every inch of her tingled as she arched desperately for release.
When she breathlessly begged for more, the pleas running off her tongue one after the next, with little coherence, he quickened the strokes of his tongue, rubbing it against her clit and sending her toppling off the edge of climax and into her orgasm. Sitting back, he watched it roll through her, her body tensing and releasing as her body spasmed. She let herself float away on the wave of pleasure, the climax leaving her warm and loose and tingling from head to foot. Wiping his hand over his mouth, Murphy stood.
“Do you have a condom?”
Beckett waved wildly toward her dresser. Following the motion, he spotted the box on top and crossed the room, removing a packet and tearing into it. Rolling the thin latex barrier over his penis, he returned to the bed and knelt between her legs, gripping her hips to shift her back up the mattress, making room for himself between her legs.
“Beck. Look at me.”
She forced herself to open her eyes and meet his. He lifted her hips slightly and eased forward, bringing himself within inches of penetrating her.
“Are you ready for this?”
Nodding, she shifted forward, bringing herself closer to his erection. Murphy lowered himself over her, balancing his weight on one arm and using the other to position himself at her entrance. Keeping his eyes locked onto hers, he probed her body gently, sliding inside slowly. They both gasped and stilled at the penetration, Murphy’s body going rock hard as he became surrounded by her warmth. Slowly, he rocked his hips forward, pushing fully into her. Bracing his other hand on the bed, he pulled back out until only the head of his penis remained inside her and stroked forward, gliding back in.
Beckett’s hands came up and gripped his shoulders, her nails biting into his skin. She lifted her legs to wrap around his waist, her thighs hugging his hips as he slid inside. She moaned softly from the feeling of being penetrated, thoroughly enjoying the way he filled her, anchoring their bodies together. They moved together, his body dipping into hers over and over again and hers arching to meet every thrust of his hips with one of her own. Beckett hadn’t thought it possible to climb back up the crest of climax, but she soon found herself reaching for it, her body tightening and stretching toward release.
Murphy’s pace quickened as he drove himself in and out. He dipped his head and took her mouth in a deep, seeking kiss, his chest pressing against hers, the spattering of hair across his skin rough on the sensitive tips of her breasts. She brought her hands to frame his face and broke the kiss, her head tipping back as her body propelled her toward orgasm. Shifting his weight so it was on one arm, he slipped the other hand downward, working it between their bodies to stroke his thumb over her clit.
With a muffled yell, Beckett exploded around him, her body clenching tightly from orgasm. He anchored himself deep within her and followed her into release, collapsing into a trembling heap on top of her.
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“I’ll get off you in a minute.”
Beckett laughed and stroked her hands up and down Murphy’s back. “No need to rush.”
Pushing himself onto his elbows, he rolled off her and sprawled next to her on the bed. Sitting up long enough to remove the condom and toss it in the trash, he laid back down, tucking her against his side, and kissing the side of her head gently.
“You okay?”
Beckett hummed deep in her throat. “Better than. Don’t let it go to your head, but everything was amazing. Absolutely incredible.”
Chuckling, he stared down at her. “I’d give it a C plus.” When she scoffed, he kissed her quickly. “Joking. Joking. A plus all the way. Give me twenty and we’ll go for some extra credit.”
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“And here I was thinking we’d burned off enough calories to go eat the cheesecake downstairs.” Contentedly, Beckett idly drew her fingers across his chest, enjoying the feel of him under her skin. “I thought it would be weird. I know it sounds crazy, but I was worried it would be exactly the same, and I didn’t want it to be. I didn’t want Ryan to be in here with us.”
His voice gentle, understanding her concern, Murphy spoke. “Was it? Weird, I mean.”
A soft smile on her lips, she shook her head. “No. Not a bit. It was everything I hoped it would be. I love you, Murphy. You’re one of the absolute most important people in my life. I was so scared this wouldn’t work and we’d have ruined us. Now that I know how great it is, I can’t believe it took us five years to get here.”
Murphy twirled her hair around his fingers. “I don’t want to hide this. You’re too important to me. I love you too much to make it look like we have anything to be ashamed of. I want the kids to know. I want my parents to know. If we’re going to do this, we do it right. I’m not half-assing it. All in.”
“We’ll tell them after Harlow’s birthday if you’re okay to wait the two weeks. I don’t want there to be any tension at her party. That’ll give us a chance to get used to things, too.” She sat up and stood, reaching for the robe on the floor and drawing it over her naked skin. “I think it’s my turn for the shower. I want to get cleaned up.” Looking over her shoulder, she lifted one eyebrow. “Want to come?”
“I thought you’d never ask.”
By the time they made it down stairs, Beckett had discovered how intense shower sex was. Murphy took her with her back slammed against the tile and her legs wrapped around his waist, the hot water pounding down on them and the steam making the air thick as he pounded into her, his powerful thrusts bringing them both to completion. By the time they’d finished, her whole body was weak and limp, and he had angry red scratches down his back from her nails digging into his skin.
After two more glasses of wine, Beckett found she was brave enough to slide the sleeves of her robe off her shoulders, letting it pool around her waist while they were on the couch. Straddling Murphy’s thighs, she dragged her finger through the remnants of their dessert and smeared it liberally over her nipples, removing the rest from her finger with her tongue.
Not one to turn down an invitation, Murphy proceeded to introduce Beckett to how deliciously decadent it felt to kneel next to the couch and be penetrated from behind with his fingers gripping her hips while he drove into her hard and fast until they both collapsed to the floor.
Overall, Beckett considered taking Savi’s advice to be a very solid decision.
Chapter 11
Savi stared at Beckett, her full focus on the other woman. “You did what? On the couch!”
Proud of herself, Beckett grinned. “And in the shower. That’s after the first time in the bed. Plus a fourth time this morning.”
“I hate you.”
“I’d hate me too. I don’t take it personally.” She cast a glance toward the living room, where three kids and three full grown men were having an in-depth action figure war. “It was incredible. Amazing. I knew Murphy was attractive and strong, but I can tell you after spending sixteen hours rolling around with him there is no one on Earth who could compare to the things this man can do.”
“I’m guessing it was nothing like you were used to with Ryan.”
“Nothing. Not even close. Now that I know what it can be like, I don’t remember sex with him nearly as fondly. Ryan was good, but he was careful and neat. Everything was expected to be Army-style. Including sex. Murphy isn’t opposed to being a bit messy. I think he might actually prefer it.”
Harlow ran over and threw herself at her mother. “Mommy!”
Beckett scooped the child up. “Hey there, baby. What’s going on?”
“Can we have cupcakes for dinner?”
Laughing, Beckett tickled her daughter and snuggled her close, enjoying the last of her baby smell. “I suppose you might get a cupcake for dessert if you eat a good dinner.” Rising, she looked at Savi. “I think there’s a war in need of more recruits. Care to be drafted?”
Savi stood. “Only if I get to be on Team X-Men.”
Jax glanced up. “That means she’s on our side, Rhys!”
Hours later, when action figures were picked up, dinner had been served, and baths were given, Beckett found herself in the kitchen cleaning up while Caleb, Jax, and Murphy put Harlow and Rhys to bed. Enjoying the sound of giggles trickling down the stairs, she loaded the dishwasher and moved into the living room to collect errant cups and bowls.
Surprised by the doorbell, she crossed the room, pressing her eye to the peephole. Her brow furrowing, she opened the door to a man she’d never before seen.
“Can I help you?”
“Are you Beckett McKenzie?”
“I am. What’s this about?”
“You were married to Captain Ryan McKenzie, U.S. Army?”
“I was.” Crossing her arms over her chest, she regarded the man coolly. “Is there something I can do for you?”
“My name is Jason Robbins. Sergeant Jason Robbins. I served in Colombia with your husband. Could I come in? I have something I need to talk to you about.”
Beckett jumped when she felt a hand on her shoulder, but relaxed when Jax stepped in front of her, filling up the doorway with his broad shoulders.
“What’s this about?” he demanded.
Jason looked uncomfortable. “I’m sorry to bother you at home and so late in the evening, but it is imperative I discuss some things with you, Mrs. McKenzie.”
Jax shook his head. “I’m Ryan’s brother. Anything you have to say to Beckett, you’ll say to us. No way in hell are you showing up here at nine at night and thinking you’re going to come into her house with her alone.”
“Fine. I’ll talk to you both then.” Stepping inside when Jax moved aside, he closed the door behind himself. “I’d like to ask you first, Mrs. McKenzie, if you know much about what your husband was doing in Colombia?”
Jax led the way to the couch. “Murph! Caleb! Get down here.”
When Jason looked surprised, Beckett shrugged. “The other two brothers.”
Jax looked at the soldier darkly. “We’re a close family.”
Jason sat down in one of the chairs in the living room and waited until the three McKenzie brothers and Beckett were crammed onto the couch across from him. Caleb reached over and gripped Beckett’s hand in his own as the four of them waited for Jason to speak. Clearing his throat, he began.
“I served with Ryan McKenzie in Colombia. We were down there to help settle a coup trying to overthrow the government. The government wanted us to stop the rebels. Once we got there, our squad was deployed out to remote villages. Ryan had some contacts there from his time in Pakistan. Colombia is known for its cocaine supply, and within a few weeks, Ryan had arranged for our battalion to mule it back home. Our division would transport it to our base, and when we came back to the U.S. or got some R and R down there, we were shipping it back here to buyers. Not a lot of mail is searched, and even less of it is when it’s sent from a military box.”
Beckett covered her mouth and gripped Caleb’s hand harder, reaching for Murphy’s with her other hand. “Oh my God.”
Caleb shot her a sharp glance. “No proof, Beck. We don’t know if anything this guy says is true.”
Jason continued. “When he was in Pakistan, his Colonel brought him in on a deal to transport drugs back to the U.S.. Anyway, that’s not the important part. Pakistan is the important thing. The Middle East is good for opiates. Heroin, mostly, but some morphine, too, and it’s a good source for pills.” He stopped to clear his throat again and looked from one to the other before continuing on. “Ryan started mailing drugs back to the states, taking a cut and that’s how it went the entire time he was there. When he came back and was in Georgia, he received the packages from some of the others involved and disbursed it from
there at a local level. More money in retail than wholesale.”
Beckett scrubbed her hands over her face. “How in the world did he get involved in something like this?”
He shrugged. “All I know is what he told me, which is his Colonel asked him to mail a package back to the U.S., and Ryan did it without asking questions. Then there was another, and another after that. Eventually he got suspicious and opened one of the packages to find pills. When he confronted the Colonel, he said the guy offered him a cut to keep his mouth shut.”
“And he took it.” Beckett sat back on the couch and sighed deeply. “Why didn’t he turn the Colonel in?”
Jason laughed. “Because your husband knew a good thing when he saw it, and he recognized a way to make a lot of money with very little risk, so he took it. And the more money he made, the more he wanted. Eventually, Ryan was running the whole operation in Pakistan, and when he got shipped to Colombia, he started looking for a way to do the same thing with the cocaine as he had with the opiates.”
Murphy held up one hand. “Are you trying to claim our brother was involved in an international drug ring?”
Jason nodded. “It was headed by the Malatoa cartel, which is one of the largest drug empires in South America. After a few months of doing this in Colombia, one of the packages got intercepted by the DEA, and an investigation was launched. Ryan wasn’t the sender, but it was someone in our division, and he rolled over on Ryan to save his own ass. Ryan knew he was going to be court-martialed and likely in prison for the rest of his life. Two days later, someone wearing Ryan’s uniform got blown up.”
“Someone wearing Ryan’s uniform.” Beckett murmured the words softly. “Are you saying Ryan is still alive? That he faked his own death?”
“I don’t have proof. I saw the body when it came in. Right height, right weight range, but there was so much damage done it was impossible to tell from the face.”
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