Dad's Irish Mafia Friend (A Man Who Knows What He Wants Book 110)

by Flora Ferrari

  "Thank you."

  He was right. I couldn't wait to have my own clothes back. As much as the idea of this dress had grown on me, it wasn't exactly day wear even if Garrett was set on taking me to every exclusive venue the city had to offer. And neither was the outfit I'd chosen for the fight.

  It would be good to have something more normal to wear, and I couldn't lie, I loved the idea of staying in Garrett's home instead of a hotel room, even if it was his sister's place.

  CHAPTER 15

  Garrett

  I held the door open as I let Kaitlin into my building and I felt myself begin to relax as it fell closed behind us. The block was metal and glass, a new build, not too far from St Stephen's park. A nice area with a good reputation, which is exactly what I wanted for the place I lived.

  There was a concierge at the door twenty four hours a day. No one was getting in without my say so. The building had meeting rooms and a dining room big enough for the largest formal dinners anyone would want to hold. And of course there was a gym, pool and sauna for residents' use.

  When I was at home, I didn't have to worry about a thing other than getting on with my life. But right now, it was the security I was most thankful for.

  She looked across at me with a curious expression when I pressed the button for the penthouse. I smiled.

  Impressing her was exactly what I intended to do. Kilpatrick wasn't going to ruin my evening with hamfisted threats.

  I wanted her to see the kind of life she'd have with me. That was more important than anything else.

  The elevator pinged and I inserted my key to open the door. The whole of the top two floors were mine, including two terraces and a roof garden.

  She let out a little gasp as we stepped into the brightly lit hallway. Ahead, the open plan space opened out into a lounge and dining area. Kaitlin was drawn towards the kitchen and I watched her trail her fingers along the expansive marble countertops and come to a stop, leaning against the island unit breakfast bar, looking out of the bifold doors opening out onto the first terrace where there was an outdoor table and gas barbeque for the summer.

  "Do you like it?"

  "It's like something out of a magazine."

  "Yes, but do you like it?"

  She matched my smile and turned to hop up onto the marble countertop, toeing off her shoes. I watched them drop to the floor, one after the other.

  "Just as long as we can make a mess. It's no fun living in a museum."

  "Took the words right out of my mouth."

  I crossed to the fridge and took out the champagne bucket full of ice, with a bottle of Bollinger.

  I uncaged the cork and popped it with careful control, holding the cork tight over the top until the hiss of the bubbles died down. Control could come now, because later I wasn't going to use it.

  Kaitlin took one of the flutes off me after I poured it, and she smiled as she held the glass up in a toast.

  "Careful, I could get used to this."

  "I hope you do."

  She took a sip, her eyes on me as though she was unsure about what I was saying. I didn't entirely know myself. It was easier to pull her in close, ducking my head to kiss her, hard and rough enough to coax a breathy moan from her.

  She fit perfectly against my body, and my hand moulded to the small of her back like it was made to go there. All the tensions of the day melted into nothing when she was near to me; they were obliterated beneath her touch. Nothing else mattered at all.

  She hummed against my lips, and I felt her press in closer to me. As always, it felt as though her body knew it belonged to me, and her whole being craved me.

  "What was that back at the restaurant?"

  "Don't worry about it. Let me give you the tour."

  On this floor, my office was across the other side, just as bright and airy, and then there were two guest bedrooms on the first level, both with ensuites. But Kaitlin could see them another time.

  I handed her my glass and scooped her up into my arms. She let out a yelp of a laugh, narrowly avoiding spilling our champagne all over the tiles as I carried her over to the central stairs.

  I loved the way she clung to me. She was so delicate compared to the harshness of the world I was used to, and that purity brought out the caveman in me. I wanted to possess her completely - make her body mine and no one else's so she wouldn't ever think of another man again.

  I carried her up the winding glass staircase to the master suite. A large, king sized bed dominated the space with nothing else to take our focus. Through one door was the dressing room and walk in wardrobe, and through another was the ensuite with a large bath and wetroom shower. The sky was dark but my private terrace was the perfect place to watch the sun set another time, right now the crisp, clean sheets held more sway.

  For now, this was the perfect city pad and I planned on showing Kaitlin all of it in detail. But for the life that I'd started imagining as soon as I met her, it was wrong. We were going to need more bedrooms and space for kids to make a mess and have fun. There was no contest between that kind of life and the pristine glass tower I had here. I was done with this lonely solitude.

  Kaitlin

  One wall of his bedroom was floor to ceiling window, but this high up there was no one to look in. All the other buildings around were lower rise. The view was pretty awesome and I was drawn to the lights of the city sparkling below us.

  It was like something out of a fairytale, looking down from his tower onto his kingdom. Except Garrett wasn't my prince, he was the Big Bad Wolf. There was no denying I liked it that way.

  Garrett came up behind me, and I felt a shiver of anticipation go through me. Yesterday he'd made me crazy for him. Tonight, sleeping with him was inevitable. At least I damn well hoped it was. I needed him inside me in a way that I'd never thought a virgin like me could want, but it was instinctual. I craved him, and it was torture being separated from my man when we were supposed to be so perfectly joined.

  My awareness of his body was off the scale. I could practically feel the heat coming through his shirt and the back of my neck prickled intensely at the feel of his breath on my skin.

  Slowly his hands caressed my sides, sliding over my hips and circling my waist. I let out a little keening sound as he drew them up to my shoulders. I glanced back at him.

  "Aren't you going to help me take it off?"

  With Garrett I was confident and sexy. I knew he wanted me and he looked at me like I was some kind of goddess.

  His smile glinted in his eyes and I felt the solid graze of his teeth against my shoulder as he sucked a love bite against my skin.

  He slipped the zip of my dress down, inch by inch, exposing me to the Dublin skyline as it fell from my shoulders and finally pooled at my feet. My skin was awash with goosebumps as the cool air hit me and my nipples tightened to solid, tender nubs.

  I didn't care who could see me. Standing there in the sheer underwear he'd picked out for me, the only one in my world was Garrett and my whole body thrummed like the idling engine of his car, waiting for him to claim me.

  I shivered under every kiss he spread across my shoulders, my breathing faltering as his hands continued to rove over me like he was piecing me together by touch alone. I could feel him hard up against me as his hands roughed over me, his cock thick and steely pressing into my rear. Knowing I was going to have him so soon made me slick and wet, and so, so ready.

  I turned to face him, aware of his eyes roving over me, taking in every detail of the nude lace. I saw his cock twitch and I reached for the buttons of his shirt.

  "You're wearing too many clothes."

  Last night, he'd been the one calling the shots, and while I had nothing to complain about, tonight I was going to get what I wanted. And I wanted access to all of him.

  Somehow my hands didn't tremble as I battled with the buttons of his shirt, revealing the expanse of his chest.

  There was a light spray of hair across his pecs which made my knees weaken as m
uch as his well defined abs. I trailed my fingers over his muscles, notching down the line of them and then drawing back up to linger over the Celtic cross inked in a deep forest green over his heart, stretching down along his ribs.

  "I never had you down as religious."

  His eyes flashed to mine.

  "That's where you're wrong. I'm a good Catholic boy."

  I bit my lip, because that sounded so far from the truth it nearly made me laugh. "Oh yeah?"

  Garrett nodded before he dipped his head to nuzzle against my breasts. "Definitely. Missionary style with the lights off. Lots of guilt in the morning. You'll see."

  I laughed, but I didn't believe him. Not after everything he'd already done to me.

  His arms tightened around my waist and he lifted me up with barely any effort at all, tossing me down on his dark, silky sheets. It felt like he planned on worshiping me, but this was definitely no church.

  I drew him down with me but Garrett stood up again to toe his shoes off and shuck his pants and boxer briefs in one.

  His gorgeous fat dick slapped against his stomach as it pinged back from his waistband, an angry engorged red. I swallowed hard, my mouth watering with the memories of his taste and I spread my legs for him, hooking my fingers into the tops of my panties to scoot them down, but they caught on the straps of my garter belt that were hooked to my stockings.

  "That's my job," he growled, already surging towards me with such feral energy. His hands shoved mine out of the way and he ducked down, drawing the light lace down with his teeth. I nearly died. When he pulled the crotch of my panties aside and his tongue flickered into me.

  When he drew out, I could feel the damp heat of his mouth through the thin mesh net and when the tip of his nose rubbed over me again as his tongue delved deep, I swear I started speaking tongues.

  My hands threaded into his hair, clinging onto the short strands in an effort to maintain some kind of control. But it was futile. I was out of control, sweaty and writhing and he was so calm and collected.

  "Garrett - please. I can't - I want you in me."

  He pulled back, sitting on his heels, looking down at me with a smirk pulling one corner of his mouth higher and making his eyes glint.

  "That was me in you, darling."

  "Garrett… please."

  He furrowed his brow, almost comically. "You're saying you want me to lie with you? That's real serious for a good church goer like me."

  "Jesus Christ, this isn't funny, I swear to God-"

  "You want me to fuck you full of my children and never sleep with anyone apart from you for as long as I live?"

  My mouth went dry. God, he had a smooth tongue, even if I didn't believe this was anything more than a game.

  "Yes," I breathed, desperate to have him any way I could. I knew he was joking, but deep down it felt like he'd looked into my soul and said exactly what I wanted from him. "Yes."

  Garrett nodded and I felt like I'd made a deal with the devil.

  Expertly, he unhooked my bra one-handed and he slipped the straps off one by one, drawing his mouth down to suck each nipple in turn. It felt like he was drawing in electricity through me and he had me moaning his name all over again.

  His hand closed around the crotch of my panties again, and he pulled hard enough to rip them free.

  "Those were expensive!" I hadn't paid for them, but I still felt the wrench that he didn't seem to.

  "Money well spent. They were in my way."

  A thrill went through me. Next time I wore this underwear, it would have to be without the panties.

  Garrett hooked his hands under my knees and pulled me hard against him. I gasped at the way my body fit against his, seeming to know exactly how this was going to work, even though the details were still a mystery to me.

  Guiding his bobbing cock with a hand circling the base, he lined up so the large, spongy head of him nudged against my entrance and I felt myself tense. He was gigantic, and up close I wasn't sure I could handle the girth of him, let alone the length.

  "Be gentle," I whispered. "I don't know what I'm doing."

  Garrett paused, hooking my right leg up over his shoulder, which pushed me back down flat against the mattress. A slow smile spread across his face. "Are you a virgin? Is that what you're telling me?"

  My teeth clamped down on my lower lip and I swallowed hard. For half a second I considered lying, but I knew that wasn't a good idea. A first time was supposed to hurt at least a bit, or so I'd heard, and I didn't want him thinking I knew what I was doing when I didn't, no matter how tempting it was to pretend.

  Eyes hooded, I nodded reluctantly.

  "Look at me," he commanded, and I did so immediately. "You want this?"

  "Yes."

  His lips twitched at the corner, no doubt amused by the eagerness in my voice. "I didn't hear you. Do you want my cock inside you Kaitlin?"

  "For fucksake Garrett. Do it before I change my mind."

  "Oh, you're not changing your mind, sweetheart. It's too bleeding late for that."

  Garrett

  A virgin. I could barely believe it. Kaitlin was sheer, maddening perfection.

  That innocence of hers was paired with a dirty-hot sexiness that I'd never known in another woman. It made sense because no other woman was for me.

  And I was going to be the only man she'd ever know. The thought of that practically had my balls clenching ready to blow. But I had to last at least until I got inside her.

  She was so tight it took some effort to push in, and she gasped when I breached her. I went as slow as I could for that first bit. She winced when I pushed in further, but I drew my hand down between us, stroking over her clit with my fingers, rubbing in time with my shallow thrusts until I felt the tension ease out of her and I could go deeper.

  Pleasure shuddered through me as she clenched around my cock and I hummed against her throat.

  "That feels so good. I was made for you Kaitlin."

  "God yes."

  I rocked the rest of the way into her, inching in until she'd taken as much of me as she could and the head of my cock punched into the soft wall of her vagina. Her walls around me tightened with each move she made and I could feel her breathing through her whole body and her pulse throbbing tight against my dick.

  She took me deep inside and her body opened to me as I drew out and thrust in again. Her eyes widened with the feel of it, her mouth opening in a stunned gasp and her hands hovered against my chest as though she didn't know how she wanted to touch me.

  "Oh my God."

  Sweat broke out across her brow as I punched in hard and I felt her body clench tight around me, her muscles fluttering. Every breath she took was laced with pleasure and it was me causing all of it.

  "Yes. Like that. Oh God, yes."

  Never before had I had such a primal urge to reproduce, but I knew bone-deep that she had to be the mother of my children. Not even Kilpatrick with his pathetic threats was going to get in the way of that.

  I belonged inside her.

  No other woman had taken me in like this. I hadn't allowed it. But I was committed to giving Kaitlin everything I had, starting with the whole of me. I'd shoot my seed deep into her and paint her walls, fill her up until having my child was inevitable. There was nothing sinful about this when she was going to be my wife.

  The thought of marrying her was nearly enough to tip me over.

  "Jaysus you're beautiful."

  Panting hard, I tried not to race towards the end, drawing out each stroke so that she felt the full length of it entering her and drawing out, bottoming out until she gasped and writhed.

  I loved the way she shuddered under me, her whole body arching with tension as she tried to fight her oncoming orgasm, but I kept going, pounding into her faster and harder until she shouted out.

  I groaned as Kaitlin squeezed tight around me, feeling the pleasure in me surge and my balls pull up towards my body. I came hard, giving her everything I had as I emptied myself into h
er. My swimmers surged out of me in long waves, forcefully splattering into her wet heat and it truly felt like we might be creating life.

  This was the start of the universe, shared between us, in this act.

  When she came back to herself, I dropped down next to her, pulling her in close as I kissed her and Kaitlin straddled me, her hips tight against my sides.

  "Stay in me. Please. It's where you're meant to be."