Stronger Than This

by Abby Mccarthy

  “So yeah, I couldn't stand to let a woman touch you for another second, because I want you. I want how you make me feel, and dammit all to hell; I don't want to feel like I can only be half the woman I am. I know, I let you in, you’ll make it safe for me to be all the woman I am. I need you. I need you so much, and I can't fight this pull anymore.”

  Mickey’s forehead pressed to mine. He closed his eyes as if savoring my words. Finally, after a few long, intense moments, he opened his eyes. “Been waiting for ye, Marie. Not the idea of ye. But you. Didn't even realize I was waiting, till my eyes landed on ye and I knew I needed ye. But I also knew I needed to wait. Ye needed to be ready. Tell me, Marie, are ye ready now?”

  He needed me. Oh, my! He’d been waiting for me.

  “Mickey,” I all but panted his name; and for him, it was enough.

  His lips, ever so slowly, pressed against mine. I was eager, but his gentleness in this intense moment was another way he built my trust. He nipped my lip and pulled on it outward with his teeth. His tongue darted out and licked along the rim of my mouth. Once he had thoroughly explored my lips, he pressed in further. His body was flush with mine. His beard was trimmed close to his face tonight and tickled my skin. His eyes, so crystal blue, stared into my green ones. My nipples were hardened peaks. I wanted to rid him of his damn leather so that I could feel them against him. His hand moved to my hair, and he pulled the ponytail tie from my hair, letting my red hair spring free. His other hand gripped my thigh, hoisting it upward, so that all that was Mickey was pressed against my core.

  God, he felt big.

  “Mickey,” I breathed, divesting him of his leather.

  He pulled his lips from mine and stared at me. “Yer fecking beautiful. I’m going to feck ye. Then I’m going to lick ye. Then, I’m going to lay ye down and love ye.”

  I blinked at him. I wanted that. I wanted all of that. So, I said the word I thought he’d been waiting for. “Yes.”

  My chest rose and fell as I breathed the simple answer out. His eyes dilated so much, they nearly looked black.

  “Turn around, Marie. Want yer ass to me, palms against the wall.” I whipped off my shirt. My breasts were always sensitive, and I made it a point to make it known to him that I needed attention there.

  He sucked in a breath, “Most perfect tits I’ve ever seen. Get rid of the bra, too.” I did that as well, and touched my nipples with my thumbs. A bolt of pleasure shot through to my core. He matched my movements and tore off his shirt.

  My God, he was perfection. Tattoos covered his chest. It was broad and built, but not overly so. He had a six-pack that I couldn’t wait to run my tongue over. His daughter’s name was tattooed over his heart. I didn’t get much more time to examine the beautiful specimen of a man that was Mickey because he gently moved my hips and turned me around towards the wall. My palms went up against the wall. Mickey moved my hair to the side and kissed my neck. His hands roamed to the front of me where he carefully tugged and pulled at my nipples, eliciting a moan from me.

  “My girl likes her titties touched.” His tongue trailed down my back, and his hands moved away from my breasts and down to my shorts that he snapped open, and dragged down, along with my panties. He left them on my thighs trapping my legs in place.

  “Ye good?” he asked, and I swore I heard more of his clothes hit the ground.

  “Mmhmm,” I whimpered and then whimpered again as I felt his finger slide between my folds.

  “Christ, yer wet.” I hadn’t remembered the last time I was wet. I quickly shook away any thoughts of my past. I was here. I needed to remain here in the present.

  His body pressed against mine again. “I’ve wanted ye for so long,” Mickey said into my ear as one hand stroked my nipple, and the other gently fingered me. His body was flush with mine, and I could feel myself building, but I needed more.

  “Mickey, I need more.” I wanted to have him inside of me. He gently bit my shoulder then pulled away from me a little. I felt another finger enter me, then they both left me, and entered me again. I felt his thumb slowly begin to stroke over my asshole massaging the sensitive bud. His hand on my nipple moved from my breast tweaking it one last time then moved to my clit. Two fingers slowly circled my clit, while two fingers pumped in and out of me all while a third finger massaged my backside. I was putty. I was in bliss. He worked me up. When I came, I did it hard and fast. It was like an explosion that came out of nowhere.

  “That’s it,” he coaxed. “Now, yer ready for me.”

  I heard a wrapper. His fingers moved from inside of me. His hand on my clit moved and stroked my breast then moved to my hand clasping it with his. He guided his dick to my entrance and slid it back and forth. I nudged my ass backward letting him know what I wanted then he was pushing inside of me.

  “Fuck,” I screamed out, feeling the fullness of him, his weight against my back as he became fully seated and the perfect way he seemed to fill me. “Yes,” I called out again.

  He paused. “God damn, yer so beautiful. Wish ye could see the way ye cunt just swallowed my cock. Feels so good.”

  He laced his other hand with mine holding me in place, gently bit my shoulder and began fucking my brains out. I’d never been fucked so hard, yet held so intimately at the same time. It was a contradiction of lust and passion that had all of my wires firing in different directions.

  My second orgasm tore through me, much the way the first one did, but this one seemed to stopped. As Mickey’s pounding intensified, and began to empty himself inside of me, my orgasm seemed to start back up again. I screamed out his name. I was beyond lost. I didn't realize Mickey was gently biting into my shoulder, and as I came down, he gently released me, popping himself free.

  “Fecking brilliant,” he murmured bending low, freeing my feet from my tennis shoes and the shorts that were trapping me in place.

  Mickey

  I TORE OFF MY CONDOM, dropped to my knees and planted my face between her legs. I lapped at her from behind, licking every ounce of cum that dripped from her sweet pussy. She was by far the best lover I’d had. Maybe it was the way she responded to my touch or did exactly like I asked. Or perhaps it was the way she took my cock, all of it greedily. Or the way she came, again and again.

  I vowed to myself to pull at least two more orgasms out of her. The way her body reacted, I knew I could do it. I noticed a slight tremble in her thighs, so I stood and picked her up, cradling her in my arms. I placed her on my bed and knelt between her legs.

  She was the most beautiful creature I’d ever seen. Her unruly red hair fanned out over my pillow. Her voluptuous breasts were hardened with arousal. I always thought I was an arse man, not that her tight little arse was anything to frown at, but these tits were a bloody masterpiece.

  I watched her for a moment in the moonlight of my room. I memorized every detail. She had a few silver scars that I just knew were from her ex. She also had a few small, silver stretch marks that I surmised were from Talon. These didn't detract from her beauty. They just showed me how strong she was.

  I stroked my cock a few times while looking at her. She was just too goddamn sexy not to. Her eyes darkened. “Mickey, holy shit. You’re pierced.”

  I grinned as I ran my palm over the barbell piercing the crown of my dick.

  “And you’re huge. I can’t believe that even fit in me.” She chuckled, and it was the sweetest sound. She wasn’t bashful or holding herself close as she often did; no, she was a damn vixen.

  I kneeled on the bed, spread her legs then began to kiss up her thigh. I drug my fingernails up the inside of her other thigh. I reached her core and licked her clit making her moan out. She grabbed my hair, lifted my head, and made my eyes meet hers.

  “If you’re going to eat me, I want your dick in my mouth.”

  Feck me, that was hot.

  “You want to get on top?” I asked swirling my thumb over her clit in soft, slow circles. “No, Mickey. I want you to get on top, and I want you to fuck my mo
uth like you fucked my pussy.”

  This was hot as hell, but I wasn't sure it was going to work. “My size?” I asked because I didn't want to hurt her.

  “You’ll take care of me.” She said this with so much trust that my balls tightened just thinking about what she was giving me. I grabbed her legs and pulled her halfway down the bed then I moved on my knees so that I was on top of her. My face was to her glistening pussy, and I couldn’t wait to get another taste, but I wanted to let her get a feel for my cock first. The head of my cock brushed against her lips, and her tongue darted out and licked it, swirling around the barbell.

  “Fuck my mouth, Mickey.” She arched her neck forward, opened her mouth, and took my cock deep into her throat.

  “Fecking hell,” I murmured, needing to get a grip before I sucked on her clit. I pumped my hips and gave her air every few seconds.

  “Ye good?” I asked her as I sprung free from her.

  “More,” she begged as her nails dug into my hip. I sunk deep into her throat, and she held her mouth there.

  My God, didn't she have a gag reflex?

  I moved my fingers deep into her pussy while I sucked on her clit and she gave me a light tap to let me know she needed a breath.

  She was perfection.

  I popped free, and I could feel her pussy’s tight throb.

  “One more time. I’m going to come Mickey. Fuck me deep and hard. I want to taste you.”

  “Marie,” I growled into her clit, pushing two fingers deep inside of her while driving my dick deep into her throat. She whimpered, and her pussy began to clench around my fingers. Her hand grabbed my balls and began to lightly squeeze while she bobbed her head up and down, riding out the orgasm.

  My balls tightened, my back arched like never before, and I was coming with a ferocity I’d never had. I attempted to pop free. There was no way she could take it all, but she moved her head forward not wanting me to be released yet. She sucked me until every last ounce of cum was gone and even as my dick began to slide out, she licked the sides of it lapping off any last bit.

  I rolled to my side, flipped her and held her close so that she was facing me. My dick was still hard, because she was that fecking hot.

  “Marie,” I sighed into her hair. “That was incredible. Are ye okay?” Her lips looked swollen, and it looked as if a few tears had leaked from her eyes.

  “I liked that,” she said suddenly shyer than a moment before. “You were pretty incredible too, Mickey.”

  “Nah, that was all ye. I think ye would’ve gotten off even if my mouth wasn't dere. Never had it so good or seen a woman get off on my cock like that. Christ.” I brushed the hair away from her face, “Ye thirsty?”

  “Only for that third promise,” she reached for me and began to slowly stroke my dick.

  “I wouldn't want to go back on my word now would I? Yer right, now it’s time to love ye.”

  And love her I did. We kissed each other slowly. I stroked her like she was fragile even though I knew she was far from it, and by the time I entered her, my lips had been on every inch of her body. I took my time.

  Everything else we’d done that night had been a rush of pent-up sexual hunger, but this time was more. It was her letting me love her, and I knew before my eyes drifted off to sleep, that I’d do anything I could to have this for the rest of my life.

  Chapter Sixteen

  Mickey

  A small noise woke me, and I glanced at the bedside clock. It was four in the morning. We’d been sleeping just over an hour. Marie was holding a blanket to herself, and she was heading out of the room. I stood from the bed not giving a fuck that I was naked.

  “Marie, what are ye doing?”

  “Hey, I didn’t mean to wake you,” she whispered.

  “Ye don't need to whisper. We’re the only ones here.”

  “Oh, sorry.” She was back to being nervous.

  “Marie, come here.”

  “I need to get home.” She bent and grabbed her shorts and underwear, quickly sliding them up her legs.

  “Talon is home alone. That’s not cool of me to stay out all night.”

  “Let me get dressed,” I said grabbing my jeans that were discarded on the floor and throwing them on.

  “You don’t need to. Go back to bed. I didn’t mean to wake you.”

  “Ye don’t sneak out of my house in the middle of the night after the best damn sex of my life. And ye don’t walk home alone at four-fecking-am.”

  I was agitated, but I was trying to reign it in.

  “I’m not sneaking out. It’s just... well... we did those things then fell asleep, and she can't be home all night by herself.”

  I grinned because she was cute stumbling over herself as if she wasn't a wildcat in bed. I threw on a hoodie I had slung over a chair and noticed her bare arms. I opened the small closet, grabbed another hoodie and handed it to her. She took it, threw it over her head and I smiled.

  “I like the way ye look in my Devil’s Crusaders gear.”

  She looked down as if just then noticing she was wearing our logo. “You’ll look even better wearing my patch.”

  I saw her eyes get wide, but I ignored it. I had a feeling she knew what I meant, and I didn't give a fuck if that scared her. I was beyond sure that she would be wearing my patch. “Let’s go.”

  I locked the door behind us and grabbed her hand for the short walk. She seemed uneasy about the contact, but that was something that she would just have to get used to. She’d have to get used to a lot. She’d have to get used to a man keeping his word, knowing how to take care of her, showing affection just because, and above all, never being used as a punching bag again.

  We reached her cottage. The cold damp air made her shiver. I squeezed her hand, and she attempted to lean in and kiss me goodbye.

  “Oh, I’m not leaving,” I informed her.

  “You’re not?”

  “No, I know ye are worried about Talon. I know ye want to ease her into things. I get that, but I’m pretty sure she understands what my intentions are and I’m thinking it’s better to rip the band-aid off.”

  She shook her head, “You don't understand; she’s been really upset.”

  “Maura was a hellion as a teenager. Talon will come around once she gets that I’m a different type of man than what she’s used to being around.”

  “What kind is that?”

  “A good one.”

  I watched her check the door, relieved that it was locked. She dug out her keys, unlocked it, and checked on Talon. I followed her to her room, which was a million times better than when I first saw it. She had possessions placed in precise spots. So different from before.

  I took off my sweatshirt and jeans, pulled back the cover on her bed and patted, “Get in.”

  She looked worried, “Mickey.”

  “It will be okay. Tomorrow, I’ll take ye both to the clubhouse. We’ll come up wit a time for her to meet Jenny. Next time ye have to work late like this, we’ll have her stay with her, as long as yer comfortable. I know Jenny could use some extra help. If she doesn't want to do that she might like Jenny’s mom, Angie. She loves kids.”

  She ran her hand through her hair. “There is so much in what you just said.”

  “And it’s late. I’m tired. Yer tired. Let’s sleep.” I patted the bed again, and she grabbed a tank top and sleep pants from her dresser then quickly undressed and put them on. My cock was already getting hard watching her change, and it had only been a short while since she’d blown my mind. She turned off the light and slid in beside me. I wrapped her in my arms, loving the way she felt and held her until my eyes grew heavy and I fell asleep.

  “No! No!” Marie was crying and screaming in her sleep.

  “Marie, wake up.” I shook her.

  “No!” she screamed again. I sat up pulling her into my arms. The early morning light filtered into the room.

  “Marie! It’s me, Mickey. Wake up.”

  I shook her again, and she be
gan clutching her throat. Her eyes popped open. I swear in all my life, I’d never seen someone so afraid.

  The door to her room flew open, and Talon stormed in. “Mom. Mom, what’s going on? Are you okay? Mickey! What are you doing to my mom? Get away from her.”

  Marie was still clutching at her throat, and I began to rub circles on her back, “Breathe, baby. Take a deep breath and breathe!”

  “Talon, she’s having a panic attack. Go get her water.”

  “What are you doing in bed with my mom?” she shrieked.

  “Calm yourself. Water. Now,” I ordered Talon. Reluctantly, she left the doorway, and I was able to pry Marie’s hands from her throat.

  “Breathe, honey. Breathe. Look at me. It’s me. Mickey. I’m here. No one else; yer safe.” She blinked over and over again fighting her demons back. “Ye got this. Take a breath, babe.”

  “Mickey,” she croaked out then turned her head into my chest and let me hold her, while she silently cried. Her arms slipped around my waist, and all that ran through my mind was that her husband was a dead man. I was going to find out who the hell he was, and I was going to put an end to him.

  Talon came back in with the water and looked relieved to see her mom in my arms, as opposed to the mess she was a second ago. She set the water down on the table and asked, “Mom?”

  “She’ll be alright. Do ye know how to make coffee? Why don’t ye start a pot, and we’ll be out soon.” Talon looked at me like she wasn’t sure if she should be leaving her mom alone but then did it reluctantly.

  I held Marie for another few minutes stroking her back in languid circles. “Tell me about yer nightmares.”

  She shook her head. “Tell me yer husband’s name. Tell me where to find him. I swear it. I’ll make yer nightmares go away.”

  She squeezed her eyes closed. Ignoring my plea for information, she asked for water, which I handed to her. “Talon saw me like that?” she asked after she took a healthy gulp.