Murphy was going to end up with a limp by the end of the night if he weren’t careful. He cleared his throat when Tessa gave him a knowing look and scanned his body. Yeah, she knew exactly what she did to him. But considering he’d watched her press her thighs together after they’d left the diner where he’d been whispering dirty things into her ear all night during dinner, he knew the feeling was mutual.
Not a bad way to spend the evening with your best girl.
“Ready to start?” Tessa asked. “I mean, if it takes you a few times to get it in the hole, I understand.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “It’s not like this would be a new thing, right?”
He snarled a bit and set up his shot again, swinging with careful accuracy and long-practiced, held-back strength.
The damn ball hit the mound in front of him and rolled right back to where it had started.
He looked up at Tessa, daring her to say anything, but she just broke out into rolling laughter, tears falling down her cheeks.
“Not one word, Tessa Stone. You make fun of my ball or how I couldn’t get it into the hole on the first try, and I’ll spank that ass red.” He wouldn’t, but since they were alone, he might as well joke with her.
She raised a brow and licked her lips. “Promise?”
Murphy let out a groan and adjusted himself, figuring he’d end up with zipper marks over his dick soon if he weren’t careful. He might not have the same energy he’d had before he got sick, but Tessa gave him a boost every time he looked at her.
He wasn’t sure what he thought about the full meaning of that, so he set it aside for later. Live in the now, he reminded himself. Just be.
It’s all he could do.
Soft hands cupped his face, and he blinked. “Where did you go?” she whispered. “Your eyes got all sad.”
He slid his hand over one of hers and pulled it away so he could kiss her palm. “You read me so well.”
“Of course, I do. You do the same with me. I can’t seem to hide a damn thing from you.”
He kissed her cheek and sighed. “Fun tonight, Tessa. Just fun.”
She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. “Got it. Now, go and try to get that ball of yours into that hole. We’re in the middle of a competition, Gallagher, and you’re losing.” She smacked his butt slightly and grinned. “Onward, noble steed!”
Murphy snorted and went back to his position. At this rate, they would never finish the game—not that he minded. He just liked spending time with Tessa outside of the house and all the drama that came with their lives.
“You sound like Rowan when you say that.” He kept his concentration on the ball, and this time, hit it right into the hole. “Hell yeah.”
Tessa laughed. “Rowan is a hoot, and yeah, that did sound like something she’d say. And hole in two? I think I’d better step up my game, Gallagher.”
He winked before whistling and headed over to pick up his ball. “Better watch out, Stone. I play for keeps.”
“Game on.”
“Who knew miniature golf could get you so horny?” Tessa panted as she went to her knees in front of him. They’d barely made it into the house before she had his back to the door and his cock in her hands.
Seriously, he had to be the luckiest man alive when it came to Tessa. The rest of his life might be going to shit, but Tessa? She made life worth living.
Again, he wasn’t going to think about the ramifications of that statement, and since she had her lips on the tip of his dick, it was pretty hard to think about anything.
“Jesus Christ, Tessa.” He wrapped his hand in her hair and pumped his hips, her mouth a warm caress on his cock. “And it wasn’t the golf. It was that little shake you did with your hips when you hit the ball just right and the way you bent over right in front of me, brushing that luscious ass of yours over my groin when you’d reach down and get your ball.” His eyes crossed when she sucked hard, and he let out a shaky breath. “Holy fuck. Keep going.”
She let him go with a wet pop and licked her lips. “You were just as bad with all those brushes and caresses. I’m pretty sure I soaked through my panties.”
He growled and lifted her up before she could suck on him again. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He had his mouth on her, and his hand inside her panties in the next instant. She sucked in a breath even as she clung to him when he speared her with two fingers. She was so damn wet, he slid in easily, her damp heat squeezing him hard.
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”
She nodded, rocking her hips so her clit brushed his hand. “I need to come, Murphy. Please. I need you.”
He bit her lip, and she gasped. “Rock on my hand. Keep going. Make yourself come.”
She shook her head. “I want you to do it. I can make myself come with just my hands and my vibrator, but when you do it? I come even harder. So hard that my nipples ache and my body shakes. Make me come, Murphy.”
He kissed her again, moving her back so her butt rested along the edge of the couch. “Since you’re begging, baby.” He went to his knees in front of her and stripped her out of her shorts in one quick motion. Then he had his mouth on her cunt, his tongue flicking her clit and his fingers pumping in and out of her.
One leg wrapped around his shoulder and the other pressed to his chest as she shook. She slid one hand into his hair, tugging, and he didn’t care. He just needed her to come on his face, needed her to lose control so he could taste every inch of her.
There was nothing better than the taste of Tessa Stone when she came.
She made a soft sound, just a catch of breath, and he knew she was close. So he twisted his fingers just right, and she bucked against him, coming so hard that he had to keep one hand on her hip so she wouldn’t fall.
“Inside me,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”
He kissed her, loving the way she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue. “You’re a greedy lover tonight.”
“I just had my mouth on your dick and had to keep my teeth safe from that piercing. I deserve your cock, mister. So give it to me.”
He gave her a mock sigh before shucking off his jeans after pulling put a condom from his pocket. “Take off your shirt and bra, baby. I’m going to need to see those tits when I fuck you.”
She licked her lips. “I want to see your chest, too.”
He slowly rolled the condom down his length and nodded. “Can do.” He stripped off his shirt and groaned when she slid her bra off, and her breasts bounced. Her nipples were swollen and red, ready for him.
“Have I mentioned that I love that you have such sensitive nipples?” he cupped one breast and slid the pad of his thumb over her rigid peak. She shivered, moaning.
“I could come like that, but I don’t want to.” Her eyes pleaded with him. “Please. Inside.”
He winked and moved closer before gripping her hips and lifting her so her butt rested on the edge of the couch. “That I can do.” Then he thrust into her hard with one movement, and both of them froze.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “Did you get bigger?”
“You say the sweetest things, baby.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I mean, seriously. If I’m ever having a bad day, I just need you to talk to my dick and I’d be squared for a few hours.”
She let out a laugh, and he joined her. “How can I be laughing with your dick all hard and yummy inside me.”
He reached between them and slid his thumb over her clit, loving the way her eyes rolled back. “Because this isn’t just sex. This is you and me. We laugh. We fuck. We fight. We fuck again. But it’s fucking with everything else that comes with it.” He cupped the back of her head so their gazes met. “Just you and me, baby. That’s all we need.”
She bit her lip, an emotion in her eyes he couldn’t quite place before she moved. “Yes,” she hissed as he started to move with her.
Though they’d started out fast and had laughed through it all, this part was anything but. It was al
l slow movements and arches, feeling every inch of each other. He’d never made love to a woman before, and he thought this just might be it, but he wasn’t ready to call it that. Not yet, not when he didn’t know what was next.
But as they came, their bodies sweaty and wrapped around one another, Murphy knew that they’d never be the same. And even thinking they’d be able to walk away from this unchanged would have been a lie. Tessa was in his pores, in his skin…and if something altered that, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.
15
Dating wasn’t going to kill Tessa, but prepping for the date just might. Murphy wouldn’t tell her where they were going, only that she could dress casually, and he would be the one driving. Considering most guys wanted to drive anyway, she wasn’t sure why he’d even mentioned the latter. Somehow, she was about to go on her first real date with Murphy. They’d had sex, sure, had even gone to play miniature golf. And considering that they were living in the same house, they ate meals together often, but going out with him tonight would be a little different. Or maybe a whole lot different.
“Are you ready to go?” Murphy leaned in her doorway, his hands in his pockets and a small grin on his face. He looked a little better than he had that morning, considering he’d had dark circles under his eyes from not sleeping and she’d forced him to take a nap. She hadn’t let any of his brothers wake him up with their texts or phone calls like they had been prone to do recently. Everyone was so worried about Murphy; sometimes, they forgot that most days he just needed rest. She was guilty of that herself and hadn’t wanted to leave the house tonight as it was. She had offered just to stay in, but he hadn’t wanted his girlfriend to not have a real date.
His girlfriend.
How on earth had that happened? She wasn’t sure, but she couldn’t help the warm feeling sliding through her even as she panicked a bit. She’d only had one serious relationship in her life, and it hadn’t ended well. Hell, it had ended with a restraining order and bruises on more than just her heart, but Murphy wasn’t her ex, and she needed to keep remembering that. It was just hard to put herself out there sometimes. The one time she’d thought she was good enough for the perfect man her parents might approve of, she’d ended up picking the worst man of all.
Murphy wasn’t like him, and that was the one thing she could cling to when she got nervous about how quickly they were getting serious. Not that either of them talked about their future together more than wanting to go out in public and be a real couple, but that was still a lot more serious than anything she’d had before. She wasn’t going to date anyone else when she was with Murphy, and she knew he was the same way with her. This was nothing like Brent and whatever they’d had.
This was Murphy.
This was important.
And this was scary as all hell.
“Tessa? You’re in your head again.” Murphy walked toward her, and she shook her head, annoyed with herself for letting her thoughts go off on yet another tangent. When he cupped her face with his palm, she leaned into his hand, enjoying the heat of him, the feel of him.
“Sorry, I just have a lot on my mind. But I think I’m ready to go.” She looked down at her stylishly ripped jeans that went right above her ankle boots that also had a very high heel on them. She’d put on layered silk tanks with a couple of necklaces and a short jacket in case anywhere they went had too much air conditioning. All in all, she just needed a fedora, and she’d suddenly be a twenty-something hipster, but it sort of worked as an ensemble.
Murphy’s gaze traveled the length of her body up to where her cleavage peeked out of her lacy bra above the tanks’ necklines and into her eyes. “You look fucking sexy as hell, and it’s taking everything in me not to strip you out of those clothes and fuck you hard on your dresser. But, I promised you a night out, and we are going to do that. But when we get home, I’ll fuck you on the dresser, maybe bend you over the edge of the bed, and eat you out a couple times just for good measure.”
She snorted a laugh even as her thighs trembled at his words. The man could seriously make her wet just by talking. Now that was some serious talent.
“Are you sure we can’t just get to all of that now and skip the date? I’m sure you’ll be a wonderful date, but I really like your penis, and I’d like to get to know him a little bit better.”
Murphy barked out a laugh and put his hands on her hips to bring her forward. She could feel the hard lines of his rigid cock pressed against her stomach, and it was all she could do to hold back a moan. She seriously couldn’t get enough of this man, and she had to remind herself that they were taking things slowly. Murphy’s own body was trying to hurt him, and she’d be damned if she hurt him, too.
“I’m taking you out on a date, damn it. Then we’ll fuck until we’re exhausted and can sleep the rest of the weekend away. Are you going to be okay walking for a bit in those shoes? I forgot to say we might be walking tonight.”
She frowned, disappointed and pleased at his words since he seemed to want her as much as she wanted him, before looking down at her heeled boots. “I own higher heels, and because these are boots with a slight wedge, they’re actually a lot more comfortable than some of the pumps I own. How much walking are we talking about? Can’t you just tell me where we’re going? Then I’ll decide if I need to change shoes.”
Murphy let out a breath before kissing her softly. Damn, she loved his kisses. “We’re going to one of my favorite breweries to take a tour. There are free samples along the way and a lot more samples at the end for us. Plus…pretzels. I mean, what more do you need besides beer and pretzels?”
“But you can’t drink. How much fun can you have not being able to drink on a brewery tour?” Though the idea sounded right up her alley, and she couldn’t help but think of the last tour she’d done. That winery with Brent had so not been her thing, but this? This was pure Murphy and Tessa.
Murphy tucked a piece of her hair behind her ear and gave her one of those soft smiles that she knew was dangerous. Because the more he looked like that, the more she was certain she was going to fall in love with him. And she wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
“One of us would need to drive anyway; unless we took a cab or one of those car services. And all I really want to do is be with you while we go learn about how beer is made and what flavors they’re making today and what their favorite IPA is.”
“Neither of us like IPAs, and we both talked about the fact that we can’t wait till this trend is done.”
“Be that as it may, it’ll still be fun, even if all I get to do is eat pretzels and have some other nonalcoholic beers. You never know, they could actually be good this time.”
Tessa gave him a cautious look but nodded. “As long as you’re fine with that, I think it sounds fun. And you know beer and pretzels are kind of my favorite thing.”
Murphy leaned forward and licked her bottom lip, sending shivers down her spine. “What about Jell-O?”
She swallowed hard, wanting him more now than she ever had before. “Jell-O’s up there, too.”
Murphy kissed her again. “Good.” He cleared his throat. “Now, really, those shoes? You going to be okay?”
She nodded. “Yep. Though you might have to rub my feet when we get home.” It was still weird to her that she kept saying “home” in relation to Murphy, but she wasn’t going to go there.
He winced. “Feet? I don’t know, babe. Feet are kind of weird.”
She smacked him lightly on the arm and rolled her eyes. “Then no eating me out. Sorry. I know it’s your favorite thing.”
“Damn right, it’s my favorite thing. I love being between your legs, sucking your clit and licking your cream. I want to bite and taste every inch of you, bury my face in that sweet pussy until you come hard, squeezing those thighs around my head. Eating pussy is not just for you, babe. I love it. I take my time and make sure you come, don’t I?”
As she was about to come right then just thinking about it, she could only nod. “Uh,
we should go before I make my panties any wetter.”
Murphy groaned and adjusted himself behind his zipper. “Yeah, driving with a hard-on isn’t easy.”
She winked and reached out to cup him over his jeans. “I know, baby, I know. Don’t worry, though, I’ll take care of you and Little Murphy.”
“Damn right, you will.” She squeezed, and he groaned. “And I’ll rub your feet because you’re worth it.”
“And not just because of my mouth?” she asked, laughing.
“Well, your mouth is part of it for sure, but I really like the rest of you, too.” He kissed her again, then took her hand off his crotch and led her out of her bedroom. “And we’re going to be late if we keep fucking around in here. As much as I love dirty talk, it’s making me sweat.”
She fanned herself and laughed, picking up her cross-body purse on the way out. “You’re not the only one. Whew.” Grateful they were headed toward his car and finally getting out of the house, she let her thoughts wander. She was falling in love with him so hard and so fast, she could barely keep up, but she knew if she dwelled on that, she’d only make things worse.
Just for tonight, she thought. Just live for tonight. That was all she could do.
“I might actually be too stuffed,” Tessa said, eyeing the free pilsner staring at her. “How many pretzels did we eat?”
Murphy let out a groan and wrapped his arm around her shoulders over the chair. “I think too many. And then however many chips, and the mini burgers, and those onion rings. I didn’t realize they’d added a whole dinner and appetizer section to the Saturday night tour. I think I ate enough for four people.”
“I’m pretty sure I ate the same amount as you did, and now I don’t think I’m going to be able to roll myself to the car to get home.” She leaned on him, resting her head on his shoulder. They’d spent the evening eating and drinking their way through the history of the brewery and beer making in general. She’d really enjoyed the chemistry part of it and had made Murphy laugh hysterically when she’d told him that. Though she had known him for what seemed like forever now, they were still learning more and more about each other.
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