Embraced

by E. C. Land

  Ashton isn’t a man I feel like dealing with. I’d take him out myself if need be. He’ll try and stir the peace we have between our families.

  “You know why. I’m making sure I have everything in place. I’m not about to allow Ashton to try to fuck anything up and I know he will,” Finn says, narrowing his eyes.

  “I do know, and I also know that he’ll never get the chance. He’s a lot stupider than he thinks. He doesn’t realize the families that align with you will turn their backs on him,” I state with a nod of my head in confirmation.

  As head of the East Coast, I only heed to one man and that’s my father-in-law. Same goes with all of us. Finn’s father would have had to get approval to make the play he did for his son by asking MacDermott.

  “I’ll see to you having the extras in your next shipment.” I don’t miss the relief in his gaze as he nods in gratitude. “Now, when is the wedding?” I chuckle.

  “Ass,” he grumbles. “I’m not sure yet but hopefully sooner rather than later.”

  Nodding myself, I look to my other friend. I’m about to speak when music begins playing louder. Some of the strippers take the secondary stages and two of them are on the floor. I furrow my brows at what they’re wearing.

  What the fuck?

  Black seductive outfits with masks in place blocking out who they are. Stranger still, they have wigs on as well.

  “Didn’t realize we were getting a show tonight when Mitch informed us the club was closed until later this evening,” Leo smirks.

  “I sure as hell didn’t know,” I growl, my gaze going to the center stage as another woman steps out from behind the curtain.

  My dick hardens instantly at the sight of her. There’s no way in hell I wouldn’t recognize her. Even with what she’s wearing, I knew who it was by her body and her eyes.

  I’m going to spank her fuckin’ ass. Sitting back in my seat, I enjoy the show she starts to pull off for me. I block out the fact there’re other men in the room. I’ll be making sure to punish her for that as well when I get my hands on her. With a black wig with red streaks through it, her outfit meant for ripping off her body, my dick throbs behind the zipper of my pants, wanting to take her now.

  “Who is the beauty on stage?” Leo asks.

  “That would be my wife,” I growl. “Now, turn your attention to one of the others.” I didn’t want anyone else looking at her.

  Sliding her hands around the pole, she climbs up and to my surprise she pulls off the routine only one woman has been allowed to do. She’s in trouble, big trouble. Not only has she gotten Kit-Kat involved in this along with Mitch, Bridget has my cousin teach her a routine she could have been hurt doing. Soon as my woman slides back down the pole, I’m out of my seat and storming her way.

  Time for her to learn what it means when she does something she’s not supposed to.

  “Have fun,” Mitch chuckles as I stalk past the man. I grunt in response, not taking my eyes off the woman in my sights. Her ass is mine.

  Hopping up onto the stage, I grab her arm and spin her to me, seeing the widening of her eyes. “You’re in trouble, mo chuisle,” I snarl, bending at the waist and throwing her over my shoulder. I turn back around and hop off the stage heading in the direction of my office. I don’t have time to get her home. No, I need to get her stripped bare and sink myself deep inside her for this. But not before I fuckin’ spank her ass red.

  I pull the key to my office out and open the door, making sure to slam it shut behind us, closing us into the room alone. I set her down on her heeled boots and take a step back.

  “Strip,” I command, crossing my arms over my chest.

  “Um,” Bridget whispers and pulls her bottom lip in between her teeth.

  I shake my head to keep her from speaking any further. “The only time you speak right now, Bridget, is when I tell you to, now strip out of those clothes. Leave the boots on.”

  Nodding, she starts with the mask and wig removing them from her body. Thank fuck she did because I don’t ever not want to be able to slide my fingers through her beautiful golden locks.

  Reaching behind to her side, she unzips her corset top and it falls to the floor, leaving her with only the panties to remove. Those soon follow leaving her in nothing but the boots.

  I take a moment to enjoy the view of her body before stepping into action. Time for me to spank her.

  “Put your hands on my desk with your ass sticking out for me,” I order, nodding to where I wanted her.

  My beautiful wife does as she’s told right away without question.

  Fuck me.

  I lift my hands to unbutton my shirt half-way. I’ve learned my wife loves to feel my skin when I’m inside her and I won’t deny her that, but she will learn a lesson first and foremost.

  Removing my belt next, I fold it in my hand and step up to my woman. I won’t hurt her with it, but this will have to do since I’d yet to buy a paddle to spank her with.

  “You are to count out each time the belt touches you.” I rub the leather against her ass wanting her to feel what I would be punishing her with.

  I bring the belt back only to use enough force to cause a sting but not hurt Bridget when the belt touches her skin.

  Bridget yelps on impact and her ass lifts further in the air.

  “I didn’t hear you count,” I state, using my free hand to rub over where the belt got her.

  “One,” she murmurs.

  “Good girl. Now make sure to count each one,” I growl and begin a rhythm that has my woman panting by the time I finish.

  Tossing my belt to the side, I run my hand along her now beautifully bright ass, down between her cheeks, and cup her weeping sex. I groan in approval at finding her saturated.

  I pull my hand away from her, step over to the couch, and sit.

  “Come here, sweetness,” I command her as I open my pants up and pull my steel-like dick out from behind its confines.

  Bridget turns and faces me. It takes everything in me not to simply bring her over here, lay her down, and fuck her brains out. But I have other plans.

  “I want you on your knees, Bridget, and your mouth wrapped around me,” I state when she stops between my open legs.

  Bridget’s eyes glimmer with lust as she does exactly what I say. I’ve had her mouth wrapped around my dick several times, but those times I’ve allowed her to explore and learn how to please me. This time though, I intend to fuck her mouth.

  Bobbing her head up and down, my wife, the little minx, does something she hadn’t done before, takes me deep into her mouth. I’m surprised by this and groan in pleasure at how good her mouth feels right now. I reach out and wrap my fingers through her hair. Knowing she can take me all the way, I control her movements. I keep a steady rhythm and hit the back of her throat.

  When my balls begin to tighten, I pull her mouth off and lift her off the floor. Within seconds I have her straddled over me and her slick pussy incasing my dick.

  Bridget moans as I guide her down all the way. Her hands come to my chest where I knew she’d place them.

  “Dean,” she pants as I hold her still with me deep inside her.

  “You going to do that again?” I ask.

  “Hmm,” she croons, her lips parted slightly and her eyes shimmering with need for me to fuck her.

  “Answer me, Bridget. You going to get on stage and show others what belongs to me?” I demand.

  “No, I wouldn’t do that,” she says breathlessly.

  “You going to do it for me in private?” I ask.

  “You can guarantee I will.” She smiles sweetly.

  Shit. How did I get so lucky to have her?

  Releasing her hips, I reach up and tangle my fingers in her hair and pull her mouth down to mine where I seal her lips to mine and flip us until her back is on the couch. In this position, I slam into her pussy allowing my control to snap when she tightens. The orgasm overtaking her sends me over the edge and I fuck her with jerky, fast strokes. Taking her
deep and filling her completely as my orgasm hits me.

  I break our kiss in order to look down at her and realize she’d given me something I’ve needed and for that I couldn’t love her more. She gave me the chance to fuck her without control. And I took it.

  She took everything I gave her.

  Now it’s time for me to give her what she needs. Tenderness, love, and care.

  I need to show her this just as much as I needed the release of the tension I’d been building up within myself.

  I pull out of my wife with a groan at the same time she whimpers in protest.

  “Come on, mo chuisle, let’s get you out of here and home where I intend to show you how much I love you,” I murmur and pull her up with me as I stand.

  “You love me?” she asks with wide eyes.

  “Yes, sweetness, I do. More than anything,” I say tenderly.

  Tears well in her eyes, and she wraps her naked body to my front. “I love you so much, Dean, so very much.”

  And fuck if hearing those words doesn’t make me want to take her again here and now. But I need to get her home where I can consume her. To embrace in what she has given me.

  Chapter 20

  Bridget

  Dean loves me.

  He said it.

  I knew I loved him. Otherwise, I wouldn’t have been able to get on the stage the way I did. I would have simply been selfish and not done anything to help him get what he needed. But it’s not in me to be that way. Not where he’s concerned.

  Dean removes his shirt and wraps it around my body and does up his pants. Once I’ve got the shirt in place with the buttons done up, for the most part, he lifts me into his arms and carries me out the back to his car.

  I’ve yet to learn how to drive here in the States. Honestly, it scares me. I prefer to ride next to him instead. I didn’t even drive in Ireland, though I did learn.

  He sits me down in the car and leans over me to fasten my seatbelt. Soon as I’m secure, Dean then places a chaste kiss against my lips and pulls back. Closing my door, he rounds the front of the car and slides in on his side. The car purrs to life and he backs out of the parking space and heads for home.

  The ride is silent but not in a bad way, more of contentment. He’s my everything and I know it. As I’m thankful to know I mean as much to him.

  It doesn’t take long for us to pull into the driveway. I notice one of the SUVs his men use sitting in the driveway. Dean parks next to it and gets out. I follow suit and find the one who’d been driving the SUV to be Marc, one of Dean’s men. He’s also my husband’s cousin, along with another one of the men who work for Dean though I haven’t met him yet.

  “Bridget, do me a favor go inside with Ian for me,” Dean says though I know it’s a command.

  I nod my head and do as he requests.

  Ian opens the door for me and I step inside the foyer. I’m more than ready to get upstairs to mine and Dean’s room. Have a bath, relax, and enjoy the rest of my evening with him.

  I walk up the stairs and into the bedroom. I’m just about to start unbuttoning the shirt I’m wearing when all of a sudden, the click I know so well resounds in the room. Lifting my head, I furrow my brow at the sight of not only Ember but Sapphire standing there glaring at me. What has me stopping, however, is the gun aimed at me.

  Not this again. It’s like déjà vu. But instead, it’s not Kean standing in front of me but these two women.

  “Um, what—” I start to ask.

  “Don’t you speak, bitch,” Ember snaps, waving the gun in my direction. “I’ve had it up to here with you.”

  Okay. This isn’t happening.

  “Ember—” I try again.

  “She told you not to speak, whore,” Sapphire sneers, stepping toward me. “You just couldn’t get with the program and leave, could you?” she snaps. “It’s bad enough we can’t find Jewel and we know she wanted him for herself. But now we have to compete with you. He’s ours and you took him from us.”

  What the hell is she talking about?

  Dean has never been with her. I know because he’d been open with me one night where he told me about the ones he’d been with. Those being Ember and Jewel. Sapphire is simply delusional to think he’s hers.

  “Sapphire, step back,” Ember orders and sends her glare my way. “Where’s Jewel?” she demands.

  “I don’t know.” I’m proud of myself for not stuttering as I take a step backward, trying to get to the door I’d only just entered.

  “Stop moving and don’t fuckin’ lie to me,” Ember snaps, waving the gun in her hand. “I know she has to be here. Dean never takes one woman. Where is she?”

  “Honestly, I don’t know. My husband has only been with me this entire time,” I state, moving back another step.

  “I told you to stop moving,” she screeches, and Sapphire steps in behind her.

  “Just shoot her,” she mutters, her gaze locked on me. If looks could kill alone she’d have me dead in seconds.

  Taking another step back, I’m closer to the open doorway. If I can get to it, I could run.

  I’m sure Ian has heard the yelling by now.

  “No, I want to know where she is so I can kill her too. She ruined everything all because she wanted to be selfish,” Ember screams and pulls the trigger.

  I scream and rush from the room.

  “Get her,” Ember says, sounding like a lunatic.

  I dart for the stairs and I plow into Ian. Grasping hold of my arms he puts me behind him just as Sapphire comes barrelling our way. With the speed she’s going she sends all of us tumbling down the stairs.

  Pain radiates through my body as I fall to the bottom.

  At the bottom of the stairs, I go to get up but can’t seem to move due to the weight landing on top of me.

  “You stupid, bitch,” Sapphire screams.

  Gunshots are fired and Sapphire screams out in pain. She’s then ripped off my body and thrown across the room.

  “You do not ever lay a hand on my wife,” Dean roars.

  “Kit-Kat, get this bitch. I’ll get the other one.” I hear the command but my vision blurs. Why does this have to hurt so bad?

  “You got it, boss man,” Kit-Kat says. I knew her voice since she’s around me more often.

  “Come on, mo chuisle, open your eyes for me,” Dean mutters, his voice harsh and gravelly. The feel of his hands running along my cheek is soothing. I open my eyes the slightest bit but everything’s a blur. My head is hurting and well everything else.

  “No. No. No. Get away from her,” Ember screeches.

  “Boss?” the male voice asks.

  “Let Kit-Kat deal with her,” Dean snarls. “Deal with both of them.” I don’t know what he means, but I hope it’s they’ll die for what they tried to do. “Someone call for an ambulance.”

  “With pleasure,” Kit-Kat states.

  “Already on it. Ian, you good?” the other guy asks again. I can only assume now it’s Marc.

  “Yeah, fuck, I’m sorry I couldn’t stop it. The whore came at us, I didn’t have time to react. Fuck. It’s my fault. Sorry, boss,” Ian says, the sound of guilt thick in his voice.

  “Place the blame where it needs to be, Ian,” Dean says. “That ambulance on the way, Marc?”

  “Yeah, boss man, it should be here soon,” Marc confirms.

  Knowing the ambulance is on the way, I close my eyes and let the pain take me under. I’m safe with my husband here. He’ll keep me safe.

  After waking up in the hospital, I found I had a severe concussion and the doctors were worried about some swelling around my brain. I ended up staying there for two days and finally having enough, I begged and pleaded with Dean to find a way for me to go home. Hospital beds suck. I wanted our bed and he made it happen.

  Being in the hospital sucks but thankfully due to Dean’s cousin, Jordan, and her brothers’ wife, who’s a doctor, I’d been allowed to leave. Connors was able to get it to where I could go home sooner with the promise of
lots of rest. She’s been coming to check up on me for the past two weeks.

  From the day Dean brought me home, he’s been doing nothing but doting on me. His mother and father have both been by to check on me. My da even came when Dean called to inform him of what happened. I love my da but I’ve never known him to travel to the States before. He’s always requested the men who need to meet with him in regards to business come to Ireland when they needed to meet with him in person.

  “Mo chuisle, do you need anything?” Dean asks, interrupting my thoughts.

  I glance up from where I’m lying on the couch to find him staring down at me from the back of the couch. A grin playing on my lips. He knows what I want but he’s refused until Connors gives the go ahead.

  I love how he’s been tentative about not wanting to hurt me and let my body rest from the beating it took tumbling down the stairs. And well, he also wanted to give my wrist a chance to heal as well. I’m stuck in a cast for four more weeks and I’m not waiting that long to have him inside me.

  “How about you?” I suggest with a giggle causing him to smirk.

  “Soon as Connors clears you, mo chuisle, I’ll be deep inside you in a heartbeat,” he chuckles and leans over the back of the couch and plants a smoldering kiss to my lips.

  Hmm, I love him kissing me.

  Standing back up, Dean moves around the couch to come sit next to me.

  “You know I love you, Bridget, and I’ll do anything for you, right?” he asks, his tone changing and I wonder what he’s going to say next.

  “Yes,” I say apprehensively.

  “Good, so I want you to know what I’ve done is for you and I hope you don’t get mad,” he mutters.

  “What?”

  “I’ve spoken with your father and as head of my family after my father stepped down, deciding he was happy to retire, I make all the decisions.”

  “I know this,” I murmur, my lips suddenly becoming dry.

  “Yes, you do. Now what I’m about to tell you, you should know your father has agreed to. I’ve signed a contract with him for your sister to marry one of my men,” he announces.