Claiming Lily: MacKay International, #2

by Webb, Rene

  Reaching a hand down, I encourage her to move her hands along the base of my shaft. “That’s it. Use your hand too.”

  “Yes,” I groan out as she moans around my cock again, stroking it tightly. “Take me deeper and use your tongue to stroke me.”

  Lily slowly sucks me in deeper, and she unconsciously tightens her hold on the base of my cock, making me groan.

  “Keep going.” I exhale and then instruct her breathlessly. “Use your other hand to play with my balls.”

  I gasp as her fingers tentatively tease my swollen sacks, which are about ready to burst from the attention my princess is giving my cock. I watch as she shifts, rubbing her thighs together unconsciously, showing me just how much she’s enjoying pleasuring me. This makes my cock swell further.

  “I’m going to come, and you’re going to swallow every drop.” I am unable to stop my hips from rocking forward, thrusting my cock deeper into mouth.

  She gags slightly but doesn’t stop in her quest to make me explode.

  My knuckles turn white as I fist the sheets, and the pressure in my balls explodes. The ensuing orgasm continues as my woman swallows and sucks on my cock. I watch as she lingers, swallowing and lapping my thick cum. With one final suck, she pulls her hot mouth off my cock with a wet pop.

  “How’d I do?” Lily looks down at me, biting her swollen lip nervously.

  “A plus, plus.” I smile and lean forward to wipe a drop of cum off her chin with my thumb and then press it to her lips.

  She giggles happily, nipping my thumb with her teeth. Shaking her off, I reach down to grab her arms and drag her up my body. She comes willingly, and her body settles comfortably on top of mine.

  “Did you enjoy sucking your man’s cock?” I ask.

  “Yes,” she says through a heavy breath, shifting her legs restlessly. “You taste better than I thought you would.”

  “Did it make that cunt of ours wet?” I palm her ass and run my hand along the back of her thigh.

  “Kinda,” she mumbles into my neck.

  “Check for me,” I tell her.

  “What?” She jerks back and our eyes meet.

  “Reach down and see how wet our cunt is.” I take hold of her hand and direct it between her thighs. “I want to know if you really enjoyed sucking your man’s cock.”

  “I did,” she squeaks, blushing and biting her lip as I slide her hand against her bare folds.

  After tangling our fingers together, I press them against her wet slit to wet the tips before I rub them against her clit. Lily moans into my neck as her hips jerk in time with our movements.

  I roll her onto her back, brace my weight on one arm, and spread her legs farther apart with my knees.

  She gasps. “What are you doing?”

  “Making it easier for us to play with our cunt,” I tell her, pushing two fingers into her slick burning passage.

  “Sir,” she whispers as her cunt twitches around my digits.

  “Rub your clit, princess. Make yourself come on my fingers.”

  My princess wraps one arm around my neck and pulls me toward her, crushing my chest against her breasts. With the other hand she slowly strokes herself toward orgasm as I explore her cunt, finding the bundle of nerves that makes her pant, shiver, and cream.

  “Don’t stop,” she growls, digging her nails into my neck as her hips thrust into my hand, taking my fingers in deeper.

  “You’re soaking wet, princess.” I nip at the shell of her ear. “I think sucking your man’s cock got you excited.”

  “It did.” She pants, still stroking her clit, closer and closer to orgasm.

  I kiss and suck on her neck, while continuing to strum the bundle of nerves hidden in her sopping-wet cunt. It doesn’t take long before her muscles constrict around my fingers and she’s jerking and shaking with pleasure. Eventually, Lily’s breathing slows as she recovers.

  Flipping onto my back, I pull her into my arms with her head resting comfortably on my chest. There’s nothing better than having my naked woman cuddled against me. We settle into a comfortable silence, both lost in our own thoughts.

  I take hold of Lily’s hand that’s resting on my chest, bring it to my lips, and kiss her palm. It’s then that I notice the bright red nail polish is gone.

  “You took off your nail polish,” I comment, tangling our fingers together.

  Lily’s body stiffens above mine. “I didn’t like the color.”

  I mentally kick myself for reminding her of the kidnapping and what she went through at the brothel.

  “We’ll find the best spa in Paris tomorrow and you can go have them painted in any color you want.” I give her body a squeeze.

  “Okay,” Lily mumbles against my chest. “I’m glad I messaged Lauren earlier. She was really worried about me.”

  “What did you tell her?” I ask and kiss her hair.

  “That I had run off with a friend of my cousin.” She giggles. “After she got over being mad, she thought it was wildly romantic.”

  “Not far off from the truth,” I mutter, squeezing her tightly.

  “Are you sure I can’t call Mom?”

  “I’m sorry, princess.” I don’t want to accuse her mother of being complicit in her kidnapping, but I do want to tell Lily the truth. “We don’t know what she knows—”

  “She’s not involved, Finn,” Lily says, cutting me off vehemently. She pushes herself up on her elbow to look at me angrily.

  “I’m not saying she is.” I reach up to tuck her hair behind her ears. “But the truth is we don’t know what’s going on with her and Mayer. And I for one would rather be safe than sorry.”

  “She’s not involved,” she repeats coolly. “She’s my mom.”

  “I know, but she didn’t realize you were missing,” I say, trying to reason with her.

  “We don’t talk or even text every day. We’ve never been as close as Dad and I were, but I know she still worries about me.” Lily relaxes back into my arms. “Since Dad’s death, I’ve done some thinking, maybe too much.”

  “Yeah?”

  “I wonder if she wasn’t jealous of the time he spent with me.”

  “The time he spent with you was sacred. He wouldn’t let anything or anyone interrupt it. He loved you like crazy,” I tell her, stroking her back gently.

  “I know,” comes her nasally reply, and I feel her body shaking as she cries softly against my chest.

  I wrap my arms around her, holding and rocking her gently. I twist my neck and kiss the top of her head, hopefully making her feel safe and cared for. After several minutes, her tears stop and her breathing returns to normal.

  “Are you close to your mom?” Lily asks, redirecting the conversation. “You haven’t mentioned your family, aside from Riley.”

  “My mom still lives in Boston with my grandparents,” I tell her before exhaling and continuing the story. “Dad left us before Riley’s first birthday.”

  “Really?” She rests her chin on my chest and gently touches my face with her fingertips, making my heart ache with her sweetness.

  I don’t like people knowing too much about my past, but Lily is different. The more I know her, the more she makes me want to open up and allow her into not only my future but also my past.

  “I guess he just couldn’t deal,” I tell her, rolling over so we’re resting on our sides face-to-face. “So we ended up moving in with Mom’s parents.”

  Some people can’t deal with things not going their way, and my sister being born with an unforeseen disability ruined his entire idea of how he thought life would go. I barely admit this to myself or to anyone else, but when I was younger, I blamed Riley for him leaving us. The truth is he would’ve probably left eventually, and she merely gave Dad the excuse he needed to leave sooner.

  “Mom had a great job,” I say, continuing the story. “She was a paralegal at a law firm, but Riley needed extra help and care as a child. So Mom needed someone who was there physically to help take care of us.”

/>   “So your grandparents helped out?”

  “They raised Riley and me, while our mom threw herself into work,” I tell her, attempting to keep the bitterness from my tone. Mom may not have run out on us, but she hid behind her work, something I have been accused of doing on more than one occasion. “Mom had always been really close with her parents, and financially it made sense for us to all move in together.”

  Lily kisses the tip of my nose before nuzzling my face. My throat constricts with emotion.

  “Are you still close with your grandparents?”

  “Yes, they are great. You’ll love them.” I give her an affectionate squeeze.

  “Is your dad leaving why you got a vasectomy?”

  Lily’s insightful question makes me pause. When I got the procedure several years ago, I told myself it was because I had watched several friends deal with the consequences of having children with the wrong woman. I had never once thought of my father when I had made the decision.

  “Maybe, but there’s always calculated risks with sex, and I wanted to better my chances of coming out on top,” I explain.

  “You’re usually on top,” she quips with a teasing smile, lightening the mood.

  “You like it that way.” I grin, rolling back over to pin her giggling body to the bed.

  13

  Lily

  I wake to a cold, empty bed and the sound of yelling coming from the other room. My heart races until I recognize the two angry voices, Finn and Peter. Jumping out of bed, I search for a pair of underwear, and I pull it on before grabbing Finn’s dress shirt from the floor. I quickly slip it on, button the front, and roll up the sleeves as I walk toward the noise.

  As I walk into the living room, I see the two men locked in a wrestling match. Nothing much is happening, except a lot of grunting, groaning, and struggling to throw each other onto the floor.

  I turn toward Trevor, who is relaxing in one of my aunt’s squashy armchairs watching the fight. “Aren’t you going to do anything?”

  “No,” he replies briefly, glancing at me like I am completely insane before going back to watching the fight. “There’s no way I’m getting between them.”

  The thought that he means both physically and metaphorically crosses my mind. One man is his stepbrother and the other, his boss.

  “Fucking asshole!” Finn growls, twisting his body to take Peter to the ground.

  Peter kicks out and hits Finn in the shins, but my man doesn’t loosen his hold. He kicks back. The fight looks nothing like it would in the movies and, in all honesty, is kinda pathetic. The only enjoyable part of the show is seeing my man in his boxers and undershirt.

  “Boys, that’s enough!” The authoritative snap of my aunt’s voice has everyone in the room turning toward the door to the kitchen.

  “Auntie!” I exclaim excitedly, staring at the female version of my father. I haven’t seen Aunt Kitty in years and wonder why she flew all the way from Vermont to Paris with Peter. I want to run toward her but stop myself, unsure of my reception. “You’re here.”

  “Of course I am, my poor sweet girl,” she says, rushing toward me and pulling me into a tight, motherly hug. “The moment Peter told me what was happening, I insisted on coming with him.”

  I nearly break down as I breathe in her familiar scent of warm vanilla, reminding me of my childhood and all the time spent with her, Peter, and my dad.

  “I’m so sorry I didn’t go to your wedding,” I babble, unsure of what to say but wanting to make everything all right between us once again.

  “That doesn’t matter now, sweetheart.” She rocks me back and forth in her arms as my tears flow uncontrollably. “Just cry, let it all out.”

  “Get off me, asshole,” Peter growls, and turning my head, I see them both shoving the other away.

  “Has Finn been taking good care of you?” Aunt Kitty asks, running her hand down my back soothingly.

  “Yes.” My cheeks go red, and I bury my head in her shoulder, not wanting her to see me blush. My man has definitely been taking care of me. Maybe a little too well. I may never let him go.

  “Lily.” Peter rushes over, grabs me from Aunt Kitty’s arms, and hugs me tightly. “I was so worried about you, sweetheart.”

  Anger rises in me. I push back against his hold and smack him across the face, then glare at him, seething with anger. “You couldn’t bother to come yourself? You sent someone I’ve never met.”

  Peter looks at me with a shocked, confounded expression, and I can’t tell if it is from the fact that I struck him or that I am actually angry with him.

  “Princess,” Finn says, coming up behind me and resting his hand on the small of my back.

  Glaring at Finn, Peter then turns to me and states, “You’ve met Finn before.”

  “When?” I demand, crossing my arms across my chest.

  “At my college graduation,” Peter says in a “duh” tone, clearly thinking it’s me who has the problem.

  “I was thirteen!”

  “And he came to Uncle Arthur’s funeral,” Peter quickly retorts.

  “I don’t remember anything from that day,” I yell back in this face. “I was distraught!”

  Finn rubs my back soothingly, and I feel the warmth of his chest. I find myself leaning back into his body, seeking the safety I know I can find there.

  “I thought I could trust him with you,” Peter snaps, glaring at Finn.

  “You can,” Finn growls in response, moving his hand down my arm to settle on my hip possessively.

  “I wanted to come myself,” Peter says. “You don’t think I feel guilty, for not being the one to rescue you?”

  “Your guilt is nothing compared to what I’ve been through!” I yell back and am only held back from striking him again when Finn’s arm snakes around my waist and pulls me back. “Why don’t we kidnap and imprison you where no one speaks the language and they lock you in a closet at night.”

  “You’re safe now, sweetie,” Aunt Kitty murmurs, gently pulling me from Finn’s arms and holding me tightly. And I believe her.

  “You left her there for over two weeks,” Finn says on my behalf.

  “Nineteen days,” I say to correct him as Aunt Kitty strokes my hair and holds me close.

  I had counted every miserable day, hoping each one would bring me closer to someone realizing I was missing and mounting a rescue.

  “Finn, I had to plan how to get you into the brothel,” Peter says.

  “You didn’t have to play me. You could’ve told me what was really going on and I would’ve gone no questions asked,” Finn says, crossing his arms across his chest.

  “I know,” Peter says exasperatedly, throwing up his hands. “But I know you. You would have stormed in there like a fucking tornado and gotten both of you killed. I knew you’d recognize her, and even if you didn't, you’d see an American girl there and you would’ve done something to get them out.”

  “Maybe,” Finn concedes. “But I still want to know why you didn’t go yourself.”

  “Me too,” I say, failing to keep the hurt out of my voice.

  “Because I didn’t want to risk traveling there and tipping Mayer off that I knew what he’d done.” Peter sounds annoyed, like this was the most obvious thing in the world. “Who knows what he would’ve done to her or where he would’ve taken her next.”

  I am not in the mood to admit how logical his excuse sounds, and from the look on Finn’s face, neither is he.

  “H-how did you find out I was missing?” I ask Peter, wrapping my arm around Aunt Kitty’s waist and resting my head on her shoulder.

  “You didn’t text me when you arrived in Paris like you said you would,” Peter says accusingly. “And I got worried when you didn’t answer my texts.”

  “Sorry, I forgot. I was busy,” I lamely reply.

  “So naturally I asked Mayer if he’d heard from you, and he said yes, that you texted him and were having a wonderful time in Paris.”

  “I never texted him,”
I snap. “Yeah, we got along, but we didn’t text.”

  “I thought it sounded weird too, especially after I ran into your mom and asked if she had heard from you. She said no but that Mayer had said she’d missed a call from you at the house when she was out shopping.”

  “Why would I call the house’s landline instead of her cellphone?”

  “Do you think she’s involved?” Finn asks.

  “Finn, she’s my mother,” I snap at him.

  “I don’t want to, but I’m not sure of anything right now,” Peter answers.

  “Peter!” I growl at him. “She’s my mother.”

  “I know, sweetie, but we just want to keep you safe,” Aunt Kitty says gently, giving me another squeeze.

  “We are,” Finn says at the same time Peter says, “Mom’s right.”

  “Something felt off, so I texted you again. But when you answered, it didn’t sound like you,” Peter explains and then smiles. “It must have been the lack of emojis.”

  “Jerk,” I mutter, glaring at him.

  “So next I tried FaceTiming when I knew you’d be awake. You didn’t pick up or text explaining why you couldn’t.”

  “I usually do.”

  “I know. So I texted you one more time, asking you if the Crown Jewels looked the same as they did when we went to London with your dad.”

  “We never got to see the Crown Jewels on that trip. The tower was closed for repairs.”

  “I know,” he says and pauses. “But you texted back saying they were as gorgeous as before.”

  “You knew it wasn’t me on the other end,” I mutter.

  “Yes, I knew something was wrong and Mayer was lying,” Peter explains.

  “I always thought Mayer was an asshole,” Aunt Kitty mutters ruthlessly, making me giggle.

  “You still haven’t explained how you went from thinking something was wrong to discovering where Lily was,” Finn says between gritted teeth.

  It’s nice to know someone else is as frustrated by not knowing the entirety of the story as I am.

  “Let me finish,” Peter snaps.

  “Why don’t you two get dressed,” Aunt Kitty says, addressing Finn and me, taking control of the situation. “Everyone’s blood sugar is low. And I for one could use a cup of tea. I’ll put the kettle on while my boys go to the corner and grab us some pastries. We will continue this conversation after we’ve had some sustenance.”