Biting her lip as his warm hand palmed her hip, massaging her skin in a way that invited her to sink into him and never come up for air, she knew she was in big, big trouble. Dragging in a ragged breath as she felt his cock lengthening beneath the towel and prodding her abdomen, she shook her head and tried desperately to clear the sudden cobwebs that had overtaken her thoughts. “Listen here, you evil thing, you can’t distract me. I want answers, Devil. Real ones.”
Devil grinned wickedly as he looped a hand around his wife’s waist, holding her closer as he rocked his terrycloth covered hips against her. Leaning down, he nipped her ear lobe before whispering in her ear, “Damn, baby. That sounded like a challenge to me, and you know how much I love a good challenge. How much you wanna bet that I can’t distract you right now?” Inching her short, silky robe up her thigh with one hand as he murmured against her ear, she shivered against him. “I think I’ve got something a whole lot better to fill your thoughts right now,” he promised, guiding one of her tiny palms between the folds of his towel over his cock. “I’m pretty sure you’ve got at least nine inches worth of something better to think about right now, don’t you?”
“Devil,” Molly whined, wondering how in the hell she could be this turned on while simultaneously being this aggravated with the man she married. “Seriously, you owe me answers,” she insisted, the fingers of her hand tightening around his manhood.
Devil moaned low in his throat as Molly’s grip threatened to strangle his dick. Biting the inside of his cheek, he silently recited the names of several Catholic saints until the urge to come against her hand began to pass. Inhaling deeply, he quickly tried to give her the explanation she wanted. “Look baby,” he murmured, rubbing his nose against her neck as he spoke against her warm, fragrant flesh, “I saw a problem and took measures to find a solution. As far as I can tell, the problem here is that Mannie feels like Nick is ashamed of him and that’s why he was not only hiding his sexuality from his parents, but Armando’s existence, too. I knew Mannie refused to talk to Nick right now so I decided to attempt to bring in people he will at least hear out. Nick’s parents arrived tonight. I’ve put ‘em up in a very nice hotel in downtown Atlanta, and tomorrow, we’ll have them over for lunch. Then, after the dust settles and if God is smiling on me, Mannie will see that Nick wasn’t ashamed of him at all….he was ashamed of his parents. He was trying to protect Mannie from them and their judgmental attitudes. Now, for tonight, you don’t have to believe Nick or even me. Tomorrow, you’ll see for yourself what Nick was dealing with at home and why he made the choices he did, however unwise and misguided they were. For tonight and just tonight, try to shove all of the drama surrounding us out of your mind,” he continued, dropping a long, lingering kiss against Molly’s throbbing pulse in her neck, “Please, sweetheart, believe that I have everyone’s best interests at heart and am doing everything I can to see our friends happily reunited and committed to each other in less than a week. Hell, even if I hated them both, I’d do whatever I could for no other reason than I know it’s important to you. And you, my love, you make my world go round. I begin and end with you, Molly. There’s nothing I wouldn’t do to see you smile.”
Releasing a shaky breath, Molly leaned more heavily against her husband. “When you say things like that, you steal my breath.”
“I’m just telling the truth,” Devil returned, his hand stroking her from hip to breast and back again. “You and our daughter are my driving force, darlin’. My heart beats because yours does, too. And when something makes you hurt, it hurts me as well. We’re connected. Always and forever.”
“I hope your plan works,” Molly whispered, her fingers slowly sliding up and down his length. “But even if it doesn’t, I know beyond any shadow of doubt that you tried your hardest to solve things for Armando. And for me.”
“I love you, Molly. I’d do anything for you,” Devil replied quietly, rocking her in his arms as her hand moved up and down over his length.
Exhaling a long breath, Molly groaned. Snuggling against him, Molly murmured, “Do you ever wish that our family was more – I dunno - normal?
“Hell, babe, there’s no such thing as normal. What the hell is ‘normal’ anyway? As far as I know, it’s just a setting on our washing machine,” Devil chuckled. “It’s one of those meaningless words that people toss around to feel better about themselves. It doesn’t mean a fuckin’ thing. We are what we are, and anybody that doesn’t like it can go to hell.”
Those words…gruffly spoken, but deep and meaningful, reminded Molly just why she loved this man so much. He didn’t sugarcoat anything. He didn’t say what was guaranteed to make her melt. He simply told the truth – however he saw it. “I love you, Devil,” Molly murmured, lifting on her toes to brush a kiss against his lips.
“Do you?” Devil asked lightly, thrusting against her hand. “Exactly how much do you love me? If you had to put a value on it?”
Molly giggled. “Hmmmm, that’s a tough one,” she teased, slowly sliding to her knees in front of him. Releasing his cock long enough to tug the towel still around his hips off, she slowly lifted her head and blinked up at him. “I suppose I could try to show you. Would you be okay with that?’
“I suppose. If you must,” Devil replied with a twinkle in his eyes as he tangled one hand in her loose wavy red hair. “I won’t stop you, babe,” he offered huskily as his wife offered him a slow sultry smile.
Licking her lips, Molly shifted her gaze from her husband’s mesmerizing eyes to the swollen cock jutting toward her. “Mmmm,” she hummed, slowly and lovingly stroking the hot, turgid flesh, “This looks painful.”
“Yeah, try packin’ it around with you day after day in this condition,” Devil returned, hissing air through his teeth as Molly’s tongue darted forward to swipe the tip of his dick, stealing the small bead of pre-come that had collected there.
“My poor husband,” Molly purred. “Have I been neglecting you?” she asked, unable to pull her eyes away from his hard length. He felt like hot steel encased in silk against her palm. So red that it was almost purple, it appeared almost angry in her hand.
“No, not me. Just my cock,” Devil corrected gruffly, growling as he watched her tongue slowly flick out again, this time tracing the ridge of his penis as she held him firmly by the root. “Fuck, Molly. Put me out of my misery and just suck me, babe,” he managed to order roughly.
“Haven’t you ever heard that anticipation only heightens the pleasure, Devil?” Molly queried flippantly as she wriggled her tongue against the tip of his penis, playing with his slit in a way she knew would drive him insane with pleasure. If there was one bedroom activity her husband adored, it was a good blowjob right before going to bed.
“Sweetheart, my dick has been anticipating that wonderful, wicked mouth of yours for months; put me out of my fucking misery. Open your mouth and swallow my cock like a good girl before I lose my fucking mind,” he rasped, his chest rising and falling quickly as he watched her full lips begin to descend over him.
Molly’s gaze locked with Devil’s as she worked her mouth down the long, rigid length of his dick, taking him as deep as she could. Seeing him throw back his head and groan his pleasure filled her with pleasure, her own pussy growing wet with need. Sucking him hard, she moaned as he began to thrust gently into her mouth. God, she’d forgotten how decadent she found his taste. Earthy and rich, it intoxicated her, making her restless. Pressing her thighs together, she tried to relieve the ache between her own legs as she pulled slowly off his cock, swirling her tongue around the head as she withdrew. Feeling his fingers clutching her hair, she moaned again as she sank over his cock, letting the gentle vibrations from the sound feed her husband’s hunger.
“Shit, Molly! God, baby, that feels so fuckin’ amazing!” Devil cursed, his legs trembling as she sucked at him eagerly, her tongue fluttering over the underside of his cock with every downward stroke. “Love that mouth on me. Suck it good, angel. Take it deep,” he groaned, fuck
ing her mouth with long, careful thrusts of his hips. “That’s my good girl. Fuck, yeah, just like that,” he praised breathlessly, pushing his cock deeper into the hot, wet haven of her mouth.
Humming as she bobbed her head faster, Molly could taste his excitement on her tongue. With every swirl of her tongue and pass of her lips, she could feel Devil losing control. His grip on her head was desperate, not quite painful, but by no means gentle. His chest heaved with exertion and his eyes were glued to her lips stretched around his dick.
“Finger yourself, Molly. I know you’re wet, baby. Let me see you touch your pussy. Show me how soaked you are for me,” Devil demanded, his voice jagged in his passion. “Now,” he added with gruff impatience when she took too long to comply with his demand. “Show me what’s mine.”
Releasing his straining cock with a wet pop of her lips, Molly tried to catch her breath as she slowly opened her thighs, pulling her short nightie up to her hips so that he could see the effect his dirty demands had on her.
“Fuck, yeah, baby. You know what I love to see,” Devil’s pleased voice groaned as he watched her slide one delicate hand between her milky thighs to play with the barely-there damp curls covering her swollen pussy. “That’s it, sweetheart. Play with your little clit for me while you suck my cock,” he encouraged her, sliding a hand under the bodice of her nightgown to play with one of her engorged nipples. Tugging it sharply, he grinned as he pulled a needy whimper from his wife’s mouth. “C’mon, baby. Give me what I want.”
Molly felt helpless to deny him – mostly because his pleasure was hers. And neither of them had tasted that ecstasy in sooo very long. Dipping her head, she licked his shaft from tip to root, slowly drawing her tongue along the thick veins that ran along his length as she slowly flicked her clit back and forth.
“Slide two fingers in that pretty cunt, baby. Fill yourself up for me,” Devil rasped, feeding her parted lips several inches of his cock. “There you go,” he crooned as her fingers slowly disappeared into her pussy only to reappear a moment later slick and shiny with her juices while he tugged and pulled at her distended nipples. “Fuck, that’s sexy,” he breathed, watching as she pumped those digits back into her cunt, setting a slow, sensual rhythm as her sweet little mouth surrounded his cock and suckled as though his dick was her favorite treat in the world.
Molly relished every rough grunt and groan she heard her husband make as she continued to slide her mouth up and down his thick shaft and slid her fingers in and out of her pussy, pausing every so often to circle them around her throbbing clit. She could feel both of them dancing closer and closer toward a mutual release. Her pussy quickened around her fingers as he surged deeper into her mouth, his cock lengthening and swelling, letting her know in no uncertain terms that soon he’d be filling her mouth with his creamy essence. Excitement flooded her system, and she pulled her fingers free of her greedy pussy, circling them around her clit and pushing her body closer to orgasm. “Fuck, Molly,” she heard Devil gasp as a tremor ran through his body. Lifting her eyes to his, she knew by his dilated pupils that he was skating very close to the edge himself.
Releasing his cock from her mouth long enough to smile wantonly, she whispered, “I want you to come in my mouth, Devil. Fill me up, honey.”
“Fuck, yes!” Devil responded, pushing his dick back into her mouth as a heavy knock fell against their bedroom door. “Ignore it,” he hissed, tightening his hand in Molly’s hair as her rhythm faltered.
They both groaned as the knocking grew louder and more insistent.
“Molly, chica! I need you, mi amiga,” Mannie’s plaintive voice cried. “I can’t sleep and I can’t find any sleeping pills. Tell me Sami left me one,” he begged.
Molly winced as she heard Devil’s low whimper of pain as she quickly released him from her mouth and rose to her feet. “I’m so sorry,” she whispered, shooting her husband an apologetic look. “I swear, I’ll make this up to you,” she promised as she belted her robe as Mannie knocked yet again. “Mannie, I’ll be there in a second,” she called over her shoulder before facing her husband again.
Hanging his head, Devil felt a shudder run through him as he stared down at his deflating dick. “I knew I should have had Grant sedate him with a horse tranquilizer,” he muttered, bending and snatching his towel off the floor. Rewrapping it around his waist, he lifted his eyes to meet Molly’s teary gaze. “Baby, don’t you dare cry,” he ordered sternly, lifting his hands to cradle her distressed face. “I know this isn’t your fault. I’m just frustrated. I’ll live.”
“I want you, too,” Molly whispered, biting her lip as her throat tightened. “So much. Maybe I could….”
“Molly, sweetheart, it’s okay. Take care of Mannie. With any luck, tomorrow he’ll be Nick’s cross to bear once again. Then, you and I can pick this up again and finish what we started.”
“Mollllyyyyy!” they both heard Armando whine outside their bedroom door. “Are you okay in there, chica?”
“I’m fine, Armando. I’ll meet you in the living room in five with that pill, sweetie. Promise!” Molly called back, trying desperately to keep her voice calm and patient when she felt anything but that. Nearly sobbing when she heard their baby begin to squall, she felt her heart lighten when Devil chuckled.
“When it rains, it pours, huh, Sweetheart?” Devil asked gently.
Molly nodded and caught her breath as Devil leaned forward to steal a long, sweet kiss from her lip before leaning his forehead against hers. “Tomorrow night, baby,” he whispered to her. “Tomorrow night, we’re taking back our life. Until then, I’ll handle the little baby while you deal with the big one, okay?”
Smiling through her own tears, Molly nodded. “Nothing has ever sounded better to me, Devil. Absolutely, nothing.”
Chapter Eight
Devil
Less than twenty-four hours later, Devil stood at the bay window of his formal living room, ready and waiting for the battle to commence. Behind him, he could hear his Nana humming softly as she tapped her wooden spoon against the arm of the rocking chair she favored when she visited them. Glancing over his shoulder, his lips twitched as he saw her. “Is it really necessary for you to carry your weapon everywhere you go, Nana? I hardly think you’ll need to come to blows to defend Armando’s honor today.”
“You know I like to be prepared for anything, lad,” she replied in a deceptively mild tone, her keen gaze never wavering from the picture window in front of her chair as she waited for their so-called guests. Yeah, he knew it probably wasn’t the right word to use in relation to Nick’s parents. As far as he and the rest of their clan was concerned, the ‘guests’ were the enemy, but he knew he had to at least make the effort to be the gracious host. Molly would kill him otherwise.
She’d told him so.
Repeatedly.
Devil watched as his grandmother tightened her wrinkled hand around her preferred weapon of choice and turned her coiffed head toward him, her only biological grandson, and offered a nonthreatening smile. Her twinkling eyes, however, were anything but benign. Oh, no. Those bright orbs promised one hell of a tussle to anyone that would threaten the family she’d built and ruled for the last eighty plus years of her life. And that included that flamboyant manchild, Mannie, that she’d adopted into the clan when he’d married his wife. “Oh, I know, Nana, but try to remember that Molly considers it poor form to attack guests in her home,” he teasingly reminded the elderly woman.
“That bonnie lass of yours knows that I’d never draw me spoon without provocation,” Nana scoffed, lifting her slim shoulders in a careless shrug as she settled herself more comfortably in her chair. “The lass also understand that as matriarch of this family of ours, it’s me job to defend the honor of any member of it. Nick and Armando be members, Willy. Ye’d do well to keep that in the front of ye mind today,” she ordered, lifting her spoon and waving it menacingly in his direction.
Grimacing at her use of his childhood nickname – the one that onl
y his precious grandmother dared call him – he sighed. “Aren’t old women supposed to be feeble and frail at your age?” he asked irritably, hissing in a breath as the spoon caught him sharply on his elbow. “You seem pretty damn spry to me,” he complained, rubbing his offended joint and wondering where the hell his wife was.
“Me body can still pull off a surprise or two when it needs to do it,” Nana returned, leaning forward as a Mercedes Town Car turned onto their street, slowly sliding toward their driveway.
Snorting as the car kept going, passing their driveway by, Devil watched his beloved grandmother subside back into her chair, her lips pressing together the same way they did when he used to get in trouble for playing in the holy water during mass. Yep, his Nana was growing more impatient by the second. Not that he blamed her. He was more than a little ready to get this little reunion on the road, too. The sooner these irritating morons arrived, the sooner Nick could prove to Mannie that it wasn’t that he hadn’t loved Mannie enough to introduce him to those bigots he had for parents, but rather that it was he loved his lover too much to inflict them on him.
Shooting a look toward where Nick sat stiffly on the couch on the other side of the room, he wondered if he should offer the poor bastard a drink. Given the fact that the miserable shmuck would need every single one of his brain cells to navigate a reconciliation with his lover this afternoon, Devil decided to keep the offer of booze to himself. It was a pity; Nick looked like he was waiting for his execution. The moment he’d arrived, Armando had fled for the kitchen with Molly, refusing to offer so much as a hello to the man he loved. By the look on Nick’s face, that behavior had stung. There was good news, though. Molly had managed to persuade Armando to stay for lunch and at least listen to what Nick and his parents had to say. He still wasn’t sure what his lovely wife had used to coerce his executive assistant into staying put, but whatever it was would be a small price to pay if it meant that ultimately they’d have Nick and Mannie reunified into the happy couple they had once been.
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