Driving the Mob: A Steamy Standalone Instalove Romance

by Flora Ferrari

  I fuck her savagely as I feel her hole pulse around my dick, telling me she’s shivering through multiple orgasms, her hot young slit squirting thick white cream down my slick cock.

  I lean back and gaze down at my dick, turned almost completely creamy with her come, and there’s still more squirting down my dick, sliding up over her ass as I keep pounding her.

  I smooth it over her ass cheeks, watching as her juices make her glisten, and that’s what does it.

  There’s no man who could stop himself when she’s bent over, pulsing, with her juicy meaty ass glistening for me.

  I roar as I pound deeply inside of her, collapsing atop her as my seed surges up my shaft and shoots inside of her, the tip of my cock set aflame with the release, her pussy gripping my base tightly like her body knows she needs to take as much of me as she can get.

  I gasp when it passes, my cock wilting inside of her, at the same time her orgasm comes to an end.

  I roll aside and she props herself up on her elbows, her smile unsure, her hair wild around her face.

  “What?” I smirk at her.

  “Well?” she asks.

  I chuckle, loving the answering smile it provokes in my woman. “Well, what?”

  “Aren’t you going to tell me how I did?”

  I sigh, reaching over and taming some of her wild sex-messy hair with my hand. “You’re the best thing that ever happened to me, and the sex was fucking amazing. Give me a minute and I’m going to take you again.”

  “Wait,” she murmurs, even as shivers of lust move through her. “I don’t know, not until…”

  But then I slide my hand up her trapped thigh and between her legs, and she starts to grind her needy hips so her pussy rubs up and down my hand.

  “Okay,” she whispers. “Just one more time…”

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Molly

  I sit in Murphy’s private study, a secret area not marked in the blueprints. It’s cozy in here with the small clouded window letting in hazy light, with old paperbacks lining the shelves. We sit on the couch in the corner, and even after showering and changing into new clothes – brought by Murphy’s men – I still feel him between my thighs.

  We had sex twice more after the first, and now my body feels raw, hot, and yet content in a way I’ve never experienced before.

  “Do you think he’ll be here soon?” I murmur.

  Murphy reaches over and places his hand on mine, squeezing it supportively. “Yes,” he says, his voice husky. “And he will grant us his blessing.”

  I glance at him, his face clean shaven now, his wolfish blue eyes glinting. He looks certain, as though nothing could ever shake his doubt in it working out between us… but no, that’s not what’s at stake.

  Murphy is my everything.

  I feel his babies in my belly, calling to me, excited to meet us and change our lives.

  This is about keeping Dad in my life, praying he doesn’t hate me for what we did.

  “I hope so,” I whisper, as tears try to prick my eyes.

  The craziness of the attack and the intimacy of the sex came so close together, and now the emotions are getting jumbled up inside of me, so I don’t know whether to latch onto the warmth of him taking my virginity or the ice-cold of what Juan and his men did.

  Or I can grasp onto the acid uncertainty of Dad’s reaction.

  Look at all my freaking options.

  Yay me.

  I laugh drily, and I feel Murphy glance at me. “What’s funny?”

  “I’m just thinking about what a crazy couple of days it’s been.”

  He chuckles gruffly, nodding. “Yeah, Mols, you could say that.”

  “Mols?” My cheeks bloom red, my heart thudding excitedly in my chest. “You’ve never called me that before.”

  He shrugs. “It just came out.”

  “I like it,” I tell him quickly. “But I’m not calling you Murph. I prefer Murphy.”

  He laughs. “Look who’s getting all bossy now, eh? Call me anything you want as long as you keep bouncing that ass like you were in my office. That was fucking magic.”

  I roll my eyes at him, even as lust flutters through my body, trying to take control of me. “You’re insatiable.”

  “Yes, I am—”

  A buzzer cuts through the library and I leap away from the couch, my hands raised, and then shake my head and laugh at myself. Freaking hell, I need to calm down. For a crazy second, I thought the buzzer was a bomb, a bullet, something come to ruin what we’ve built.

  Murphy reaches over and tucks my hair behind my ear.

  I move away, nodding at the door.

  “We should let him in.”

  Murphy strides across to the door, turning and nodding to me before he throws it open. Dad walks in with an unreadable expression on his face. He’s wearing a shirt with the sleeves rolled up, his hair neatly combed.

  “Are you working today, Dad?” I ask.

  He nods, his eyes flicking here and there like he can’t look at me. My heart drops.

  “Yeah,” he says, running a hand up and down the back of his neck. “They said I could start as soon as I wanted, and I need to keep to it… you know? Keep to the path.”

  “Henry, what’s wrong?” Murphy says, turning to him. “Something’s clearly bothering you, man.”

  “It’s just…” He sighs, looking between us, and in that moment – as I catch my dad’s gaze – it hits me. He knows, even though he has no way of knowing. “What are your intentions with my daughter, Murph? Goddamn, that sounded even stranger in my head.”

  “I don’t understand,” I whisper. “Dad… how do you know?”

  “So it’s true?” Dad asks.

  “Yes,” Murphy and I say at the same time, and I giggle reflexively even if it’s probably not the right time for laughter.

  “Juan was live streaming the audio of his little home invasion, Murph. I guess he wanted to record them killing you and—and all the other sick shit they’d do. I heard what you called Molly. My woman. I heard how you defended her. I heard it all.”

  “Let’s sit down,” Murphy says.

  I expect Dad to lash out at him, to roar that he’s not sitting down, not until he gets to the bottom of this, but instead, he nods and walks over to the sitting area. I take my place on the couch and Murphy does the same, leaving Dad to sit opposite like we’re at a freaking job interview or something.

  “My intention is to be with Molly forever,” Murphy says firmly. “We’re going to start a family together. I’m going to protect and support her for the rest of our lives. That’s my intention, Henry, and I know it must be fucking weird for you. But you know that woman I always talked about, the one I’d know as soon as I saw her? It’s Molly.”

  My chest flutters at his words, warmth infusing me.

  “I feel the same,” I say quickly. “I know it’s crazy, but I’ve always…”

  Uh oh. I don’t want to get into the whole crush deal right now.

  “Wanted someone,” I finish. “And Murphy is it for me, Dad. I know it’s not how things are usually done, but I…”

  I love this man.

  My lips sure are being disobedient right now.

  “But I really want this. And most of all I want you to be okay with it. I’d hate for anything to come between us.”

  I cough back emotion, trying to swallow it because I don’t want to cry and make Dad feel guilty. But then everything that’s happened barrels into me and I can’t take it anymore.

  Tears stream down my cheeks and I start to cry, my cheeks flaming.

  Murphy reaches across and places his hand on my shoulder, clearly forgetting for a beat that Dad is right there. He turns, flinching, and I stare at Dad, trying to pick apart his expression through my blurry eyes.

  “This is real,” he says.

  “Yes,” Murphy and I answer at the same time, as though we can’t stand the idea of anybody thinking otherwise.

  “When did this start?”


  I giggle, shaking my head. “My first day as his driver. I know it’s fast, but—”

  “No, that’s good. That’s good.”

  “It didn’t start before that,” Murphy snarls. “If that’s what you’re implying.”

  “No.” Dad’s gaze snaps to Murphy. “But a father has to be sure. You’re a woman now, Molly. You can make your own decisions.”

  Battling emotions move through my chest, one part of me wanting to rejoice and another plummets. He doesn’t sound happy about it, though, and I know I have no right to expect that.

  But the moment seems to deflate as we stare at each other.

  Then Dad’s lips twitch, and a soft smile spreads over his face, the same smile I remember from my childhood before Mom died.

  “This is so weird, but looking at you two, it feels right. And you proved how much you would do to protect her, Murphy. They would’ve done terrible things, wouldn’t they?”

  “Yes,” Murphy says. “But I’d never let that happen.”

  Dad nods, a few tears of his own glistening in his eyes. “If you’re both happy, I’m not going to stand in your way. You both deserve happiness, and I think I’d be able to tell if this wasn’t real. It is. I can see it is. And, strangeness aside, I’m happy.”

  “Really?” I whisper, hardly daring to believe it.

  Dad meets my eye solidly, staring hard. “I know Murphy will take better care of you than any other man ever could. He’s the best person I’ve ever met. This doesn’t change that.”

  Tears of joy fill my eyes, as I reach across the coffee table and clasp onto Dad’s hand, so much relief flooding into me I’m afraid I’m going to burst.

  Chapter Twenty-Two

  Murphy

  “Where are we going?” she murmurs as I walk carefully behind her, my hands over her eyes.

  I lead her from the car toward the best spot outside the private rally track, the viewing box that looks over the entire course. It’s only thirty minutes outside the city, perfect for my woman to come and practice whenever she wants, and I purchased it five hours ago.

  As I’ve instructed, they’ve laid out my flower arrangement exactly like I asked them to in the center of the course. It cost a fortune for such a huge display to be arranged so quickly, but my woman is worth the universe.

  I lead her up the stairs, still with my hands over her eyes, and then – when she starts fumbling and giggling – I scoop her into my arms and cradle her to my chest.

  She squeezes against me, looking captivating in her light-fitting summer dress, accentuating her tempting body. Her hair spills down, wavy and alluring, and it takes everything I have not to bend her over the steps and take her raw.

  “Close your eyes,” I whisper. “Don’t cheat.”

  “Okay,” she says, her voice a soft purr.

  I carry her up the rest of the stairs and place her down near the railing, quickly placing my hands over her eyes again as I rest my chin on her head and gaze out at the flower arrangement.

  In blazing pink, the letters so big you could see them from the sky, the words reading, Will you marry me?

  I take a deep breath, my heartbeat pounding in my chest with how monumental this is, how important, how vital to our future together.

  “I love you, Molly,” I growl.

  She spins in my arms, staring up at me, her eyes wide. “What?”

  I smirk, sliding my hand up her shoulder and touching her face, guiding her gaze to mine so she doesn’t look behind her. “I love you. I love you more than I can ever explain. Something blessed us. Fate, luck, fucking primal need. I don’t know what it is. But something gave us what so few people ever experience. I love you, Molly, and I always will.”

  “I love you,” she gasps, her voice breathy like she can’t quite believe the words she’s speaking. “I love you so, so much. I remember thinking I was crazy. We’re moving so fast.”

  “Bad fast?” I banter.

  “No, no freaking away. Good fast. Amazing fast.”

  I lean down and touch her lips with mine, holding back so I don’t turn her around and bend her over, my fingers twitching with the need.

  “Good,” I whisper. “Because I have something very important to ask you. Turn around, Molly.”

  I step back and she tilts her head at me, tears brimming in her eyes. “What game are you playing?”

  “Do what you’re told,” I smirk. “Or you’ll get punished.”

  She bites her lip. “Who said that’s a bad thing?”

  I stare at her, and she turns slowly.

  I drop to my knee at the same moment, reaching into my jacket pocket and taking out the ring box. I open it and gaze at her as she looks down at the rally track – her rally track – and the words on the greenery. I glance at the ring, a large elegant diamond set within a white gold band, the perfect balance between fullness and femininity, just like my woman.

  “This place is yours,” I tell her. “It belongs to you, the same way you belong to me. Molly Davis, will you marry me?”

  She turns and stumbles toward me, nodding as tears streak down her cheeks, as her skin glistens with all the emotion bursting between us. “Yes, yes, yes.”

  I take the ring and slide it onto her finger, my chest brimming with so much fullness and rightness I can hardly take it.

  “Yes?” I roar, leaping to my feet and looping my arms around her, holding her close.

  “Yes, yes,” she cries. “A freaking billion times yes. I love you.”

  “I love you,” I whisper in return, and then I let myself kiss her hard, kiss her like she deserves, as our bodies melt into each other.

  Epilogue

  Three weeks later…

  Molly

  I stand on the balcony with the silk bathrobe draped over my skin in the morning sunlight, my arms wrapped around my middle. It’s early and the light is just bleeding across the sky, slowly, with streaks of the night still in the air.

  I couldn’t sleep last night, not after the news, and now I’m left with this whirring pit in my belly.

  Everything should feel like heaven now, with Dad doing well at work and Juan locked away. The city has returned to normal and those audio recordings Juan streamed to the internet only made mine and Murphy’s love more real. Now everybody knows who I belong to, and I’ve been whisked into a world of fame overnight.

  When I gave an interview talking about my rally passion, it sparked international interest and now I’m getting letters about giving little kids lessons.

  I haven’t even mastered it myself yet, and people want to learn from me. Maybe one day… I’ll start a driving school, I’ll dedicate my life to inspiring people the same way rally drivers inspired me.

  But those are thoughts for the future.

  Right now all I can think about is the news I have to tell my man and wonder if it’s going to change us.

  Everything has been perfect since we told Dad the truth, as if we’ve been floating along on a steady current of joy, and my news – however wonderful – is going to change that.

  “What are you doing out here so early?” he growls, his voice rumbling at me from the balcony doors.

  I turn to find him standing there in his bathrobe, the slit at the top open to show me his bulging pectoral muscles and his rock hard abs. He narrows his eyes at me, a smirk touching his lips, his expression taking on that captivating quality that makes me shiver and burn for him every freaking time.

  “Are you trying to tempt me with balcony sex, baby?”

  “We already had balcony sex.” I giggle, the memory working its way through me, causing my sex to tingle and tempt me to do it again. “Plus it’s light out. We did it in the dark last time. You don’t want anybody seeing me, do you?”

  I mean it as a joke, but perhaps my burden is making my voice low and bitter because he darts across the balcony like a rushing beast and presses me against the railing. He braces my back, crushing his lips against me, trapping me between the penthouse’s drop and his
body.

  Yet I feel safe when I should feel like I’m on the verge of falling.

  I know he’ll catch me. Always.

  “I’d kill anybody if they looked at you like that,” he growls. “You know that.”

  I reach up and stroke my hand along his face, dragging my fingers up through his iron hair. All this time, all this waiting, and it’s so much better than I ever could’ve dreamed it.

  “What’re you thinking about, Mols?” he says. “What’s going on inside that beautiful heads of yours? And don’t say nothing. You’ve been moping for a day now.”

  I haven’t been moping. I’ve been vainly trying to work up the nerve to tell him something.

  “I’m thinking about how badly we said we wanted children,” I murmur. “And I’m thinking about how well things are going between us right now, and I don’t know if any change will ruin that in some way. These three weeks since all that craziness, Murphy, they’ve been like heaven to me. I don’t want them to end.”

  His lips are twitching, his eyes sparkling as he gazes at me, into me, as our worlds collide and become one and all the love in the world flows between us. I feel my engagement ring tingling on my finger, as though adding to the sparks flaring between us.

  “Tell me,” he whispers. “Whatever it is, I want to hear it.”

  Whatever it is, he says, as though he thinks I can’t tell.

  He knows.

  He’s seen it in my face and now he’s waiting for me to work up the courage. I love him for that, how he’s waiting for me to tell him myself rather than taking that star-bright moment from me.

  I bite my lip when I try to speak the words, an automatic reaction to trying to share this truth.

  He cradles my face and holds himself close, our noses touching, utterly consumed with each other. The whole city could fall into an abyss and we’d stay here, floating, gazing at each other in the rising morning sunlight.