“You don’t know how hard it was to not take you, but you deserve better than to lose your virginity in some random bed while on the run from your father.”
“I think I have some idea how hard it was.” I gave him a squeeze for emphasis before dropping down to my knees.
“You don’t have to do this.” His voice was hoarse, his eyes darkening a shade as he gazed down at me.
“But what if I want to?” I asked. “Maybe even need to get a taste of you?”
“Damn, kitten. You drive a hard bargain.” He stroked a finger down my cheek, running it across my lips. “If you need a taste of me, that’s what you’ll get.”
I watched, rapt, as he unzipped his pants and tugged his hard cock out. His hand stroked up and down the shaft, working it lazily. His breathing picked up, coming in short pants through his lips. I licked mine, hungry for him.
“Open,” he ordered, running the head of his cock over my bottom lip. I parted them, my tongue darting out to lick away the drop of pre-come beaded on the tip.
“Mmm,” I moaned, opening my mouth wide as he slowly plunged inside. My hands slid upwards, along the back of his legs to grip his thighs and pull him forward.
“Damn, kitten! Your mouth feels so fucking good wrapped around my cock.”
I sucked him into my mouth as far as I could go until I bumped against the fist he still had wrapped around the base. I licked the ridges of his length as I released him. “More,” I moaned.
His fingers unwrapped from his cock and quickly tangled in my hair, gathering it up at the back of my head. Peeking up at him, I wanted to smirk at seeing how the cords of his neck were strained, his eyes riveted on my mouth. I licked the slit at the tip, slowly trailing it down his length, lapping at him. This time, without his hand to block me, I kept going until he brushed the back of my throat. It tightened around him reflexively as I tried not to gag.
“Relax your jaw,” he murmured, pulling back and thrusting back in even farther. His fingers dug into my scalp as he took control, withdrawing and driving forward at a leisurely pace. “You can take it deep for me, can’t you?”
I wasn’t sure how deep I could take it because I’d never done this before, but I wanted to make this good for him. To blow his mind. My lips curved up in a little smile at the thought of blowing his mind with a blow job.
“I see the laughter in your eyes,” he rasped. “I guess I’d better make sure I have all of your attention.”
He surged forward, holding me in place as he pumped his hips in short jabs. He let out a low moan of pleasure, fucking my mouth even as he swelled within it. He was getting closer, and the knowledge urged me on. I lapped and sucked at his length, feeling him start to twitch and pulse.
“I’m gonna come,” he warned, starting to pull out.
“No,” I protested, wrapping my lips around him and gripping the back of his thighs so he couldn’t get away from me. I sucked harder, my cheeks hollowing out, and then his erection jerked. His hot come poured down my throat, his hips still pumping and his husky cries of completion ringing in my ears.
When he pulled away, his chest was heaving and his dark eyes were heavy-lidded. He bent down, dragging me up his body and claiming my lips in another kiss. I blushed wildly at the thought of him tasting himself on my lips, making him chuckle darkly.
“I’ll take your mouth any damn time I want, kitten. It’s mine. Just like you’ll learn to take mine no matter what I’ve been doing with it.” His fingers slipped down my belly to glide across my pussy lips. I felt the heat of his touch, as though my clothing wasn’t between us.
“Whatever you say,” I mumbled, still a little embarrassed.
“Damn straight.”
He helped me to my feet, and I playfully slapped at his chest while he tucked himself back into his pants.
“My blowjob doesn’t seem to have mellowed you out very much.”
“It took the edge off, but I don’t think I’ll be mellow until I’ve had you at least a hundred times, babe. Maybe a thousand.”
“A thousand sounds like an awful lot,” I teased.
“Not when you consider I’m never letting you go,” he quipped, making my heart flutter again. “Now tell me, who is Mac Thomas and what does he mean to you?”
Crap, I’d only delayed the inevitable, and I didn’t think he was going to like my answer much. “Mac Thomas is one of Thomas McKinnon’s aliases.”
“Fuck!” he barked out, beginning to pace. “McKinnon is part of your father’s organization, Carly. Please tell me you aren’t naive enough to have kept in touch with someone who’s connected to the very man who’s been hunting you.”
“I’m not dumb,” I hissed, straightening my spine and crossing my arms over my chest while I glared at him. “Tommy would never do anything to hurt me. He’s risked a lot to protect me and he’s one of the only other men I’ve ever trusted in my entire life.”
Chapter 5
Brandon
I stopped pacing and gripped Carly’s biceps, backing her up against the wall and crowding her. “Used to be, kitten. As of now, I am the only man you trust.” I paused for a minute, thinking about her situation. “You can also trust Nic.” I would lay down my life for Nic, and I knew he would do the same, just as we would for each other’s families. But, it eased my tension knowing I didn’t have to worry about him trying to steal my woman.
Carly shook her head, her long mane of red hair brushing against her tits with the movement. She was so damn beautiful. I didn’t care what McKinnon had done for her, who he’d been to her, as of now, he wouldn’t be anywhere near her.
“Tommy is the reason I was able to run, Bran. He’s been my best friend since I was eight. He took punishment from protecting me from my dad and brother more times than I care to think about. His father is as big of a monster as mine.”
I gripped her chin, forcing her to pay complete attention. “I don’t give a fuck, Carly. I can appreciate that he played a role in keeping you safe until we found each other, but now you’re mine. And, I protect what’s mine.” I squeezed her chin a little harder, but made sure I wasn’t causing her pain. “You know my reputation, Carly. No one touches what’s mine. And that includes Thomas fucking McKinnon. Do you understand”
She stared at me, wide-eyed, unblinking, and for a moment, I worried I’d gone too far and made her afraid of me. I wasn’t in the habit of hiding who I was like Nic. I couldn’t be. Being the enforcer, and his number two, people had to know me because I needed them to fear me. Even so, for the first time, I considered whether I should have tempered my hard edges a bit.
Then she blinked. Fuck. Her lids raised and her green eyes were full of fire, burning with desire. Fuck, fuck, fuck. I backed up, my hands clenching and unclenching into fists, as I reminded myself to take it slow. To make things special. My cock was pissed at me for the decision and my zipper cut into the skin as he pressed against it, trying to get free.
I cleared my throat and glanced at the partially open door to the bedroom. “Come to the kitchen, babe,” I said, sidling toward the door. “We can talk while I make you some dinner.” Then, I turned and practically ran from the room before I threw her on the bed and fucked her until we both collapsed into a sexual coma.
For an apartment in a New York City, prewar building, mine was quite large. The kitchen and main room were one big space, and the back wall had two picture windows, facing a private courtyard. I’d chosen the apartment for the back and the kitchen. I loved to cook, it was something I’d done with my mother since I was a child. Nic used to give me shit about it until he tasted my food. Shut his ass up real quick.
I pulled out everything I needed to make chicken parmigiana, grateful that I’d had the foresight to send a text to one of the guys to make sure the kitchen was fully stocked for our return. My eyes swept the room, the cogs in my mind spinning as I thought about how it would look to Carly. I owned the whole building, but since I lived alone, I hadn’t felt the need to expand my apartment.