“Brandon,” I moaned, trying to squeeze my thighs together to gain enough friction to set me off.
He didn’t move from between my legs, so I couldn’t find the pressure I needed. But, he seemed to know what I was looking for because his hand moved down my belly to cup my pussy. I squirmed, widening my legs and his hand dipped inside my panties. His fingers glided between my wet folds, and I arched up. When he slipped a finger into my pussy, I almost wept with need. I was already on the edge of an orgasm, and it exploded when his thumb swept over my clit.
“Brandon!” I screamed, convulsing around his finger as he continued to nip and suck at my nipples.
“That’s right, kitten. It’s my name you’ll call each and every time you come from now on,” he growled against my skin, licking his way down my belly while he tore my panties from my body.
He yanked my knees over his shoulders and his tongue was on my pussy before I’d had the chance to come down from my orgasm. The flick of his tongue against my clit triggered another, making me scream his name again.
“One more,” he ordered, pinching my clit between his thumb and forefinger as he thrust his tongue into my pussy.
I gave him exactly what he wanted, screaming as I came again. By the time my heart stopped racing and I could see straight, Brandon was right above me. “I can’t wait to feel this tight, little pussy wrapped around my cock.”
I felt him nudge my opening and blurted out a warning. “I’m a virgin.”
He froze, his eyes widening in surprise. “Fuck!” he hissed.
He dropped his head against mine, and I tried to prepare myself for his anger and disappointment. I felt his chest expand as he took a deep breath, and my vision blurred. Great, now I was mortified and crying. What a fucking perfect combination. I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to stem the flow and block out whatever was about to happen.
“Oh, kitten.” The whisper-soft sound of adoration in Brandon’s tone had my eyes popping open. If anything, his eyes were even more heated at my admission.
“You’re not angry?”
“Hell, no! I’m thrilled as fuck to know I’m going to be the first and only man to have you.”
I wasn’t sure what to think of the possessive gleam in his eyes or the way he used the word ‘only.’ Considering how he’d acted around me since we met and what he’d accused me of, it was enough to give a girl whiplash. “I know it’s weird, me still being a virgin. But if you knew the way I grew up, you’d understand.”
He twisted, rolling onto his back and pulling me onto his chest. His dick was rock hard and digging into my stomach, but he acted like it wasn’t bothering him. “Then tell me so I’ll understand. And while you’re at it, explain why an O’Reilly was willing to help the DeLucas.”
“It’s a long story,” I sighed.
“We’ve got all night.”
I must have been delirious from the orgasms because I found myself closing my eyes and resting my head against his chest while I told him things I’d only admitted to one other person, and that was out of sheer desperation. “My da isn’t a good man. Back when my ma was alive and I was a little girl, I thought he hung the moon. Then she died, and I realized he was only pretending for her sake. For what it’s worth, he loved her. He really did.”
I rubbed my cheek against his hot skin, thinking about how I’d dreamt of finding a man who looked at me the way my da had looked at my ma. “Once she was gone, it was as though something broke inside of him. The darkness he’d tried to overcome for her consumed him. He didn’t care about anyone—not even his kids. The only thing that mattered to him was money and power. And if we interfered with his goals in any way, we paid dearly.”
I gulped, thinking of hours spent locked in a dark closet as punishment for one infraction or another. I still had an aversion to small spaces. I didn’t think I’d ever overcome it. “As I grew older, I realized he was willing to do almost anything to get what he wanted. Drugs, guns, human trafficking. It was all the same to him. A means to an end. And then I learned that’s all I was to him, too.”
“What’d he do to you?” Brandon growled.
“It turned out he hadn’t guarded my virtue all those years to protect me. He just wanted a virgin daughter to barter off for even more power.”
“Motherfucker,” he hissed. “That’s why you came to Nic?”
“Yeah, a fat lot of good it did for me, since my own father wants me dead for being a traitor to the family.”
“It did a lot of good, Carly.”
“Like what?” I asked.
“It brought you to me.” His arms tightened around me. “I swear to fuck I’ll keep you safe from him.”
“I don’t want to go back, Brandon. I’m so tired of it all.” Really, I was just plain old tired, as my wide yawn proved.
“Then sleep, kitten. We’ll worry about it in the morning.”
I’d shot him in the leg, made him chase me across several states, left him with a case of blue balls after he gave me the most amazing orgasms ever… and he responded by holding me in his arms while I slept soundly for the first time in my entire life, secure in his embrace.
Chapter Three
Brandon
Pat O’Reilly was a dead man walking. While listening to Carly tell me about her childhood, I felt the rage boiling just under the surface. He had treated his own child no better than an animal and then planned to auction her off to the most powerful bidder. I was already planning each little way I would torture him before letting him die.
Carly snuggled deeper into my embrace, and I closed my eyes, reveling in the peace I was finding in her arms. I hadn’t expected her to be such a balm to my tarnished soul. Every protective instinct in me had roared to life and I knew I would do whatever it took to keep her safe. I was keeping her, period.
It was tempting to stay in this little house and hide away from the world. I could easily imagine spending hours worshiping Carly’s incredible body. I couldn’t believe it when she told me she was a virgin. I discovered the caveman inside me that I had no idea existed there. I mentally beat on my chest and yelled to everyone that this woman was mine. Would only ever be mine.
I’d never been casual about sex, and I knew she was my forever, so, it surprised me when I pulled out before taking her virginity last night. I’ve never wanted a woman so fucking much in my life, but something held me back. With all of the shit she’d dealt with in her life, I knew this could and should be one thing that is special. And, it wouldn’t be in some random bed, in an unknown house, while on the run. Despite the painful encouragement I was getting from my rock hard cock.
In fact, it was time to get back to reality. I kissed her head and nuzzled my nose in her long red hair, inhaling the delicious scent of coconut. “Carly,” I said quietly, with a light kiss to her forehead. “Kitten, it’s time to get up.”
She mumbled something incoherent and stretched, throwing her leg across mine, brushing my erection. I groaned in response to the sparks of pleasure the simple movement had caused. Carly stilled, instantly alert, every muscle tensed and ready for fight or flight.
I didn’t know which she would settle on so I flipped us over, caging her underneath me. When she saw it was me, there was a mixture of relief and fury. Really? Back to that again, are we? “Retract your claws, kitten. We don’t have time for you to fight with me about who you belong to. Accept it and move forward, because we have a lot of other shit to deal with right now.”
“Be—belong to?” she sputtered incredulously.
I sighed, so done with this. “Yes, babe. You’re mine. We’ve covered this. Now, no kicking or punching me when I let you up. Get your sweet ass moving so we can get on the road.”
“Fine,” she said through clenched teeth as she glared at me. I nodded and slowly moved off of her, wary and protecting my important parts. Once she was free, her hand flew under her pillow, her face a mask of shock when she realized her gun was no longer there.
“No shooting me e
ither, kitten,” I scolded with a shake of my head. She continued to scowl at me, but there was a glimmer of respect in her dark green eyes. I smiled and winked, prompting her to roll her eyes and slip out of bed.
When she faced me, hands on hips and anger coloring her features, it was clear she’d forgotten she was completely naked. Her tits weren’t big, but they were the perfect fit for my palms and mouth. She was long and lean with a sexy flare of hips, and though I couldn’t see it right then, I knew she had a spectacular ass. She looked so unbelievably sexy, I leaked a little come on the bed. The sheet was covering me, but it didn’t hide the ever-rising tent I was making.
She glanced down and gasped, grabbed the sheet and wrapped it around her body, which subsequently bared my whole body for her viewing pleasure. I laid back, hands behind my head and smugly let her look her fill. Her eyes were glued to my cock as it stood up, proudly saluting her. Her pink tongue peeked out to lick her lips and come oozed down my shaft.
“It’s all yours, kitty cat. I’m yours every bit as much as you are mine.” Her eyes darted up to meet my gaze, and she seemed to snap herself out of whatever fog she’d been in.
“I’m not going back, Brandon. No matter how distracting you are,” she declared, gesturing at my cock with a wave of her hand. “There is a fucking price on my head. Yours too, so you should stay away also, if you know what’s good for you.”
I narrowed my eyes. “Where did my courageous kitten go?” I challenged her. “Seems to me, you’re using up all of your mettle fighting me, instead of the son of a bitch coming after you.”
Her shoulders straightened and her eyes spit daggers at me. “I’m not a coward, jackass. I’m smart.”
“I never said you were a coward, babe,” I soothed. “I was simply suggesting you redirect your energy.”
She seemed mollified by my explanation, but her determination didn’t waver. “The only way I’ll go back is if that bastard is six feet under.”
Standing from the other side of the bed, I walked around the edge until I was standing right in front of her. “How about a compromise, kitten? You come back with me now and I swear on my life, I will protect you. And, we’ll make sure you’re free from Pat O’Reilly.”
She hesitated, clearly wavering on her decision. I crowded into her space and clasped her face between my hands before leaning down to kiss her plump lips. “Do you trust me?” I asked softly, lowering my hands to her waist.
“Yes.” She gasped after her abrupt answer and slapped a hand over her mouth disbelievingly. I was sure she could see the smug satisfaction in the smile that formed on my face. She removed her hand and her nose scrunched up adorably when her look turned annoyed. “I don’t know why, but yes, I trust you.”
I kissed the tip of her nose and muttered, “Great, now get ready to go.” She opened her mouth, more than likely to argue with me, so I kissed the fuck out of her. I had to tear myself away before I dragged her to the ground and buried myself inside her.
Turning her, I gently pushed her in the direction of the bathroom with a smack on her butt to get her moving. “You’ve got twenty minutes.” She shook her head but didn’t fight me and disappeared to take a shower. I seriously considered joining her, but I knew not only would I break my vow to make her first time special, but I wouldn’t be able to stop and we’d get out of there much later than I planned.
To my pleasant surprise, she was ready in less than fifteen minutes. Stepping from the steamy bathroom, her face scrubbed clear of makeup, dressed in jean shorts and a white tank top. Her gorgeous hair, damp and hanging down around her, drying into natural curls. I had a flashback to the sight of matching curls, neatly trimmed between her legs. With a tight smile, I strolled into the bathroom and took an arctic shower.
When I emerged, she was completely packed and ready to go. She knew how to travel quick and light, something I admired, but was irritated she’d ever had to learn.
She was powering down a cell phone and my brow furrowed. “Calling someone?” I growled in irritation.
“Messages,” she answered shortly. She held out her hand, palm up, and looked at me expectantly. “My gun.” It was a statement, not a question, but I shook my head.
“Not until I’m convinced you won’t be aiming it at me, kitten.” She made a sound of aggravation and spun around, marching for the front door. So fucking cute.
She was waiting at the bottom of the porch steps as I shut and locked the door. Which made me curious. “Who is Mac Thomas?” It was the name on the mortgage for the little house.
She shrugged casually. “Friend of a friend of a friend.” I frowned, not happy with her answer, or her overly nonchalant attitude. Before I could delve into it, she asked, “What do you want to do for wheels? I took the bus here from the next town over where I ditched my um—borrowed car.”
I tried not to laugh, but damn, I really did love everything about this woman. The thought didn’t stagger me like I would have expected. I guessed my mind was simply accepting what my heart had already known.
There was a reason I’d had to chase her. She was well equipped with the knowledge to go on the run, as well as a talented thief, an excellent markswoman, and sexy as fuck. I was definitely going to have my hands full. A very appealing idea.
“That’s my rental, right there.” I pointed to the non-descript, dark blue SUV across the street.
“A rental?” she scoffed and shook her head. “Amateur.”
I rolled my eyes. “Says the kitten in the house I was able to track her to,” I drawled, enjoying the sight of her cheeks becoming a little pink. “Do you really think I don’t have the contacts for completely clean alternate identities? This car is buried so deep, the devil himself couldn’t connect it to me.”
“Touché,” she replied before setting off for the car.
Once our bags were in the car and we’d both settled in our seat, I started the drive home. She was holed up in a tiny town in Maine, and we had around an eight-hour drive. I grilled her on everything she knew for a couple of hours, making sure I knew as much as she did about the situation. Every detail I wasn’t aware of was a potential threat.
Eventually, she fell asleep and I was pleased to see her getting more rest. The purple hue I’d seen under her eyes that morning indicated how little rest she’d been getting. I hated to wake her, but we switched out vehicles in Mount Vernon.
She was quiet for the rest of the relatively short drive, but when I pulled up in front of my apartment, she shook her head and gave me an address in the Bronx. “If you’ll take me, I’d appreciate it. It’s been a long couple of weeks and I’d rather not have to traipse up there on the train.”
I raised an eyebrow. “And, why exactly would I be taking you there?”
“I’ll stay there for now. I know it’s safe.”
I gritted my teeth, deciding which ludicrous idea I was going to approach first. “Let’s get something straight, right now, Carly. You are not to go anywhere without me or the handful of Nic’s men I will allow to protect you if I need to be away from you. As I cannot protect you if you aren’t with me, your sexy ass will be living in my house.”
She tried to speak, but I railroaded right over her objections. “This is not a democracy, babe. When it comes to your safety, I am in charge. This is not up for debate.” I turned fully to face her, my eyes narrowing in suspicion. “Not that it truly matters since you won’t be stepping foot in that place, but how do you know it’s safe?”
“A friend of a fri—”
“Of a friend of a friend,” I finished for her dryly. “This Mac Thomas guy again?” My tone was low with warning.
“Sort of,” she hedged.
“Carly,” I ground out, my gut telling me that I was going to hate her answer, which fueled my ire. “I swear to St. Bonaventure, if you do not tell me the truth right now, I’ll take you to bed and drive you to the peak of orgasm over and over again. But, I won’t let you come until you’re begging for release and ready to tell me
anything I want to know.”
Chapter Four
Carly
“Umm.”
Yeah, that was my response. In my defense, I really didn’t know what to say. Hell, I didn’t even know if he’d just threatened me or promised me a good time. My mind went with the threat theory, but my body was another story. If my damp panties were any indication, I was more than up for some of his sensual torture. Either way, this wasn’t a conversation I wanted to have while sitting in his car on the street.
“Can you hold that thought until we’re in your apartment?”
“As long as you understand I’m likely to take every moment I wait for an answer out of your hide,” he grumbled, climbing out of the car.
I giggled, literally, like a schoolgirl, while he walked around to open my door. Somehow, I knew he wouldn’t lay a hand on me to cause pain, not after the sick look he’d had on his face when I described my childhood. I also didn’t have any doubt that he’d find a way to make me pay with pleasure. I should probably be afraid of the fact that I was actually looking forward to his efforts, but I was starting to get used to the way he made me feel things I’d never experienced before. It was addictive, this rush of emotion I felt whenever he was around. So was seeing the smirk he flashed my way as he helped me out of the car.
“How can I be frustrated as fuck one minute and want to laugh right along with you the next?”
His question was a deep purr in my ear which made my laughter die in my throat while I shivered at the goosebumps he caused instead. “It’s good to know I’m not the only one acting completely out of character.”
He tugged my hand, leading me into his building and down a small hallway. “Or maybe this is exactly how we’re supposed to be—you and I are better people because we found each other.”
Seriously, how the hell was I supposed to protect my heart from a hot as fuck guy who said shit like that? It was impossible not to melt while my panties spontaneously combusted.
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