Devil: The Doyles, A Boston Irish Mafia Romance

by Sophie Austin

  There’s one way that I can make this right, with action.

  Push those feelings about she’s struggling with through pleasure.

  And part of me wants to lose myself in her.

  Capturing her lips with mine, my hands roam her body. She moves up to meet me, and I’m pressing her against my body, devouring her mouth. I pull her on top of me, my hands kneading her amazing ass as she moans against my mouth.

  God, that ass.

  “You’re so hard,” she gasps, feeling my cock pressing against her. She slips a hand down my pants, caressing me through my shorts. “And so big.”

  “You have no idea, honey,” I hiss. “I need you naked. Now.”

  That heavy look of lust settles over her, and my balls tighten in response.

  “Now,” I say again.

  The blankets are in a pile on the floor now, and she’s straddling me, pulling her top off. I press my finger against her full lips, and she sucks one in.

  Goddamn her mouth is going to feel great on my cock.

  Her head is tossed back, eyes closed in pure pleasure as I roll her nipples between my thumbs and forefingers. She grows damp against me, her body shivering.

  The feeling of how she awakens, how she comes to life under my touch, feels me with a feeling.

  A warmth.

  A promise.

  “I love how eager you are,” I growl, moving a hand down to cup her pussy through her clothes. “So wet for me. I need these off, Ruby.”

  She wiggles out of her pants and panties.

  “Can I?” she asks, her fingers at the waistband of my pants. She looks up at me shyly through long lashes and it’d be too much for any other man.

  But I’m fully in control.

  “Go ahead,” I rasp, and she tugs off my pants and my shorts, letting out a little gasp when she sees my hard length. Her eyes widen as she strokes my cock.

  “Not yet,” I murmur, yanking her back up to straddle me. “You’re not ready yet, but I’m going to have a lot of fun getting you there.”

  She whimpers, rolling her hips against my shaft. She’s tight as hell, and I don’t want to hurt her. Well, only in the fun way.

  Which gives me an idea.

  I sit up suddenly, taking her with me, draping her across my lap. I play with her nipples until her breath is coming hard and fast. She loves having them pinched—likes a little pain with her pleasure. I move one hand to her back, and the other over that luscious ass.

  “You remember what I told you yesterday?” I growl. My cock is like steel against her belly. “You say stop, we stop. Understand?”

  “Yes,” she gasps. She’s dripping wet, knowing what’s coming.

  “Good.”

  I raise my hand and slap her ass. Hard enough to leave a red mark, but not to bruise. She jerks against me, gasping.

  “Okay?” I ask, rubbing my hand over the mark.

  “More,” she moans, wriggling against me.

  I slap her ass again and again, making her ask for more each time. By the time we’re up to ten, her ass is bright red. She’s slick, hot, and open when I dip a finger into her. I slip another finger inside, testing her, before finally adding a third. She sucks in a breath at the intrusion.

  Stretching her gently, my fingers stroking her walls firmly. She’s shivering with excitement, pushing against me. I move my fingers in and out, flicking her clit with my thumb just to tease her even more. She lets out a whimper in response.

  “What do you want, Ruby?” I ask, flicking her clit again.

  I love making her ask for it.

  This powerful, smart, gorgeous woman wanting something only I can grant her.

  At least for now,

  “Y-you,” she gasps. “Inside me. Taking me. Filling me up.”

  Fuck.

  I move her onto the bed and watch her breasts heave as I reach in my bag for a condom. Easing next to her, I hand her the package.

  “Put it on me.”

  She rips the package and kneels over me, rolling the condom down my length. I grab her hips, holding her over my cock. I’m nearly ready to explode at this point, but I want her to start on top and get used to my size before I make her scream my name again.

  “Ready?” I ask.

  “God, yes.” Reaching a hand down, she places my cock at her entrance and slides down my length so slowly it’s almost painful.

  “Fuck, you’re tight,” I growl. It’s taking a herculean effort not to move as she adjusts, a look of raw ecstasy on her face.

  “Ronan,” she drawls, my name languorous on her lips. “So good...”

  She rolls her hips, and I see stars, her body gloving and pulsing around me. I want to take her by the hips and have her ride me, but I don’t want to let on how close I am to fucking losing it.

  Control. To give and to take.

  Every bit of pleasure she let me give her took me closer to some edge, and I may surrender a bit of myself to Ruby William yet.

  “You’re so fucking sexy.” I’m squeezing her breasts, and she jerks forward, rubbing her clit against my shaft.

  She cries out and repeats the motion, sliding up and down my cock. Her tits are bouncing, her hair tossed over her shoulders in wild abandon. She’s fucking herself hard on me, and I need to switch things up or I’m going to come.

  Ladies first.

  Shifting, I pin her underneath me on her back. I start thrusting slowly, pulling nearly all the way out before pushing all the way back in. She’s clawing my shoulders, begging me to move faster, harder. I reach down and tease her clit with my fingers as I continue to fuck her slowly.

  “More, please Ronan. I want you.”

  “You’ve got me,” I whisper smugly, kissing her throat.

  I push all the way in, trailing my tongue across her collarbone, and pull out, rubbing her clit again.

  “Please. God. Please. Ronan. I can’t take it.”

  “You’re going to take it,” I growl in her ear.

  I pick up the pace, pounding her hard and fast. Her desperation turns to cries of encouragement as I take her roughly, the whole bed shaking with the power of it. Hiking her legs up, angling her body so I can go even deeper, I rub her clit as I thrust against her relentlessly.

  She makes a primal, raw, animalistic sound as she explodes against me. Ruby screams out her orgasm, grabbing at the pillows, trying to get purchase as I fuck her through it. Her body spasms around me, and my balls tighten. She’s still crying out her pleasure when I come, grinding against her pelvis, twisting and pushing inside her.

  It’s so good.

  So fucking good. We’re both sweaty now from the intensity of it, but I need her to scream my name one more time.

  Need her to remember how good it can be.

  I ease out of her and toss the condom in a nearby trash can. She’s still catching her breath when I push her legs open.

  “Ronan,” she gasps.

  She can always tell me to stop.

  I press my mouth against her wet pussy and lick her. She jerks against me, still tender. When we’re walking together later, I want people to know by the swing of her hips that I’ve been inside her. I press the bridge of my nose against her clit and she whimpers. She’s pulling at my hair, urging me on.

  Her eagerness makes my cock twitch again, which seems impossible given the intensity of my orgasm, but this woman seems to defy the laws of nature. I hold her thighs apart and eat her out as relentlessly as I’d just fucked her with my cock.

  It’s not long before her thighs are shaking with the effort of holding on. Just let go Ruby, I will her. Dipping a finger into her wetness, I rub it on her asshole. She jerks up, surprised. Men sometimes brag about using anal sex to dominate and humiliate women, and it’s a shame that these small, sad men are ruining something that can be extremely pleasurable if done right.

  There are more ways to claim a woman.

  More ways to help a woman claim her pleasure from you.

  Not the time for that now, tho
ugh. I rub her there gently and continue to suck and tongue her clit. She’s making that high-pitched mewling noise again, and her fingers go to her nipples without my even having to tell her. She’s rolling them, pulling the tight peaks.

  “Come for me,” I growl, grinding my stubble against her sensitive lips. She cries out at the sensation, pulling her nipples harder. A second later I suck her clit hard between my lips, and she goes over the edge again, my name a ragged cry on her lips. Her whole body spasms, and I lick her firmly through it. She settles back into her body after a few minutes and fists my hair.

  “Goddamnit, Ronan,” she says, her breath still coming in pants.

  I move over her and kiss her deeply. She throws her arms around me and pulls me on top of her.

  “It feels so good to be inside you, Ruby,” I murmur, stroking her hair. “You’re perfect.”

  We lay like that for a while, my body keeping her warm. I hope it gives us both something to hold on to when I need to take care of far less pleasant tasks.

  I need her to take care of far less pleasant tasks, too. The cops could still be a problem otherwise.

  14

  Ronan

  We’re cleaned up and out the door by noon, which is a feat, especially after I joined Ruby in the shower.

  I left quite a bit of money for housekeeping.

  We eat and then go for another walk in the woods. She reaches back for my hand, and I feel that surge of protectiveness again.

  It’s not good. I can’t worry about her being vulnerable when we both have jobs to do.

  And I know that beyond the boundaries of these strange magical days, this is not a thing.

  I have my businesses, my family, my responsibilities.

  And she’s a fucking cop whose job is to keep like me over the line.

  I don’t see how it could work.

  And yet I don’t know how I’m going to go back to the way it was before.

  Not fucking her.

  Not enjoying time with her.

  Not being able to keep her safe.

  I take her hand in mine, and we pass through the trees, taking a different path this time that winds to the back side of the orchard. It’s not as easy a walk—there are rocks embedded in the path, and vines reach out and grab at me as I push through.

  Obviously the road less traveled.

  I feel the urge to explain myself again. Not on brand for me. But seeing the soft vulnerability that Ruby’s hard exterior hides is making me want to be more honest.

  I don’t want to let her down.

  So I won’t tell her everything. Just enough.

  “I’m going to burn down the brewery,” I say, matter-of-factly, like I’d just commented on the weather.

  “Ronan,” she says, whipping around to face me. “You can’t.”

  “Eliminating O’Dooley will cut off the head of the operation, but I have to cauterize the wound so three more heads don’t grow in its place.”

  She puts a hand up on my chest.

  “Ronan, too many people rely on that brewery. Most of them have no idea about the drug operations, and you’d be taking their livelihoods.”

  “They may have to move,” I concede. “There’s not a lot around here, but it’s worth it.”

  “How will they move, Ronan? With what money?” Her eyes are fiery, and I hate to admit how turned on I am right now. “What’s to say they don’t turn to substance abuse out of desperation. Why do you think so many people get addicted? No one wants to be an addict, but when you’re hopeless it feels like your only out of a shitty life.”

  I’m watching her impassioned speech, and I can see her getting more frustrated with me.

  “Besides, Doyle. Who’s going to collect on that insurance money? Who do you think is going to collect there? One of his stupid fucking cronies who’ll relaunch the business. Will it survive long-term? Probably not. But people will still get hurt because of it.”

  She’s gorgeous, her hands on her hips, staring daggers at me.

  “Okay,” I say.

  “You can’t.” She stops. “Wait. Did you say okay?”

  I almost can’t believe it myself. I had very specific plans when I came here, but things have changed. Things with Ruby have changed. I wonder if she feels the same about me.

  “I won’t burn it down.”

  She seems taken aback and drops her hands by her side.

  “I hate the O’Dooleys,” I say, grabbing her hand and continuing our walk. “But I don’t want to hurt anyone but them. And those shitty cops. But I’ll leave that to you.”

  She’s quiet for a minute, still surprised at her victory. We come out into a glen on the back side of the orchard. She’s scanning the area carefully, but there’s nothing but a shitty old farmhouse and some dilapidated outbuildings. The orchard was much nicer.

  “I’ve got information on the cops to send to my contact,” she says. “I was going to make a full report…”

  “Sooner would be better,” I caution. “I’m meeting with my contact this evening. Once I take care of my business it’d be best if there was a structure in place to clean up any fallout.”

  She flinches, and I understand. Talking about people in terms of fallout seems callous, but it’s easier this way.

  I don’t tell her it’ll be easier for me to take out O’Dooley if his cop buddies are busy packing up and fleeing town.

  The locals will get caught—they won’t know how to disappear. The snakes at the state and federal level, well, there’s nothing I can do about that. Even someone as good as Ruby couldn’t root out all that corruption.

  She’s dropped my hand and is looking at her phone now.

  “Do you get a signal out here? It’s the middle of nowhere.” I haven’t even bothered checking.

  She nods as she types out a message. “I’ll send some details to my contact now,” she says, “I’m surprised you want the cops—well, the good ones—involved before you do what you need to do.”

  “I already have the best cop involved,” I say, smirking at her. “I don’t want you to get in any trouble, and besides, you know how slowly bureaucracies move. By the time they’ve got a warrant out we’ll be on our way back to Boston.”

  “True,” she replies, staring off at that farmhouse again. The sun lights up her face, and my chest tightens.

  When we’re back in Boston, everything will go back to the way it was before.

  And it’s dawning on me that I don’t want that.

  But she’ll hate me when she realizes I’ve taken advantage of her belief in our justice system. She’ll tell her contact, who will tell their contact, and well, it won’t be long before someone in that pipeline informs the chief.

  There’s too much money involved for that not to be happening.

  It’s probably already happening, minutes after she sent that text.

  “Well, Mrs. Doyle,” I say, “shall we head back to town? Enjoy the rest of the day together?”

  She rolls her eyes at me but slips her arm through mine, and we begin the walk back.

  We pass the church, and she glares at it.

  “The head of that place is an O’Dooley,” she says. “Total creep.”

  I stiffen. “Did he say something to you?”

  “You know him?” she asks, looking up at me.

  “I saw a flyer in the room yesterday. Did he bother you?”

  “Oh yeah. I’d grabbed that,” she says, relaxing a little. “He didn’t bother me exactly. I just ran into him and I could tell he was no good before I even knew his name.”

  “He won’t be bothering you,” I say.

  “No, I imagine he’ll leave town once his family member leaves town.”

  Something like that.

  “Exactly,” I reply.

  We’re getting close to the police station when Amelia’s husband, Wally, comes by with Toby. Toby rolls onto his back for belly rubs before either of us can greet Wally.

  “He likes you, that’s for sure,” Wally
says, smiling at Ruby. “He can always tell good people.”

  She’s kneeling next to the dog, scratching his belly. Toby’s tongue is hanging out of his mouth, his paws up in the air.

  That’s the life, if you can manage it.

  “You folks leaving tomorrow morning?” Wally asks.

  “Unfortunately yes,” I reply. “I’d love to stay here longer if we could.”

  Ruby looks up at me, probably wondering if I’m telling the truth.

  I am.

  If it were just her and me, and none of the other shit, it’d be perfect.

  “Duty calls,” Wally says, nodding. Suddenly Toby’s on his feet, growling and barking at someone coming up behind us. I turn to see Chief Eugene Flesch, in the flesh. The man’s the embodiment of excess, and I don’t like how he’s looking at Ruby.

  “Toby!” Wally says, pulling on the dog’s leash. “Don’t be like that! It’s just the chief!”

  Toby’s teeth are still bared, and he’s standing in front of Wally now.

  “I startled him is all,” the chief replies, smiling as he reaches his hand out to me. His fingers look like sausages about to burst from their casing.

  “Chief Flesch,” he says. “You must be Ruby’s husband. You ever find your ring, sweetheart?”

  He’s testing me. Calling my wife by a pet name. She’s not your wife, I tell myself. But he doesn’t know that.

  “Not yet,” she says, smiling brightly as she gets to her feet. I can tell she hates his guts.

  She hadn’t told me she’d been to the station, but I’m not surprised. Ruby’s a brilliant, capable woman.

  Don’t call my fucking wife sweetheart.

  I shake his hand, and he tries to assert dominance by squeezing hard, but his fingers are too short. I release his hand and put my arm around Ruby.

  “It’s probably for the best that it fell off anyway,” I say. “She wouldn’t let me get her a bigger diamond.”

  “It was perfect the way it was,” she says, playing along. “A good reminder not to take success for granted.”

  I’m lost in her eyes now, like a goddamn song. She’s so fucking perfect.

  I feel the chief’s greedy eyeballs on me, though, and I want to get her away from him. Now. She’s done her part and doesn’t need to be anywhere near those corrupt fuckers.