by Frankie Love
And this is perfect.
Chapter Thirteen
Liam
Finally, I get to see all of her. I hold her close and brush every part of her with my hands.
Water tumbles and sloshes over us and between us, helping me to feel all of her contours, close against my body.
Caressing and holding her, stroking her all over, I lather her, rubbing into all of her lovely, secret crevices. Her skin is silky under my touch.
“Liam, you take such care of me,” she whispers.
The heft of her soft breasts and the curves of her thighs and her ass get my cock hard and ramrod straight.
I tell her, “This is so wrong, Tegan.”
She leans hard against me. Rubs.
“It’s wrong in all the best ways.”
She feels my cock and she murmurs. “Oh, Liam. It’s so heavy.”
She’s right. It’s swollen even bigger than last time. And it aches for her.
From behind her, I stroke her neck, her shoulders and her breasts. My fat, throbbing cock prods and nudges at her ass. Her head tips back onto my chest and her eyes close. She shudders as she takes hold of my shaft, squeezing and pulling. Feeling the zinging throbs along my length.
I pull her ass cheeks apart. She moans as I massage her little hole with shower gel.
She pokes her ass back at me and wriggles her thighs.
“I have to have my cock up your ass. I have to fuck your ass, Tegan.”
She lets out a long sigh. “Do anything you want with me, Liam. Anything. Everything.”
“Yes, Tegan.” I let out a low chuckle, “As you command.”
“But, please,” she says, “do it hard.”
“Yes, Tegan,” I tell her.
“I love that.”
Her soft ass opens easily for me. It’s soon wide enough for three fingers and she shoves back against my hand. I can feel the hot juices flowing from her pussy as I widen her.
Her little hole is still tight as hell as I shove my cock up her. She screws her face tight as I plow in. Her ass jiggles against me and I hold her hips, sawing up, deeper.
“Does it hurt?”
She gasps. “Yes. I love it.” And she pushes back harder. “Fuck me, Liam. Fuck my ass.”
I reach forward to tease her under the hood of her clit. To slip my fingers into her open pussy. My hips slap against her cheeks. I drive my cock hard and fast. My balls bounce on the lips of her pussy.
She mewls and squeaks as I pummel deep into her. She reaches back to grip my ass as I cannon my cock into hers.
When I start to come, she squeezes me with her ass, pulling me. Milking me.
“Liam! Liam!” a sob drips through her cries. “Fuck me harder. Please.”
I ram my fingers high into her pussy and thick, salty cum seeps out round her ass. She reaches back to scoop it in her hand.
Her eyes sparkle and burn as she slurps my juice in her mouth, wiping her tongue around her lips. Her knees finally buckle and I catch her.
I carry her, wrapped in a thick bath towel, back to the bed.
In a dark corner booth of Dixie Dean’s bar, Tegan huddles close against my shoulder. The floor is sticky, the music is old, and the clientele look like the definition of undesirable.
She says, “Everything about this place tells me to be wary. I should feel unsafe. But all I can think of is that this was Daddy’s place. I can’t picture him here, but I feel close to him, knowing that it was his.”
“Sitting next to me, little butterfly, you know that you’re safe. Nothing can hurt you while I’m here.”
She whispers, “Nothing but you.” Her eyes sparkle into mine, “and I love the hurt you give me.”
I steal a sweet kiss from her full lips. “I can’t believe I found a girl with a mind as dirty as yours.”
“You guys!” Finn brings a tray from the bar.
He tells us to get a room, but he looks as pleased as Punch.
Tegan said she wanted to try a Guinness, so Finn brought a small one for her. He sets out a large Guinness and a shot of malt for himself and for me.
A plate of sandwiches he brought looks surrisingly appetizing, too.
He raises his glass. After a sip of Gunness, he looks around and says, “I’ve known this place forever, but I had no idea it had gotten so low. It’s definitely in the ‘fixer-upper’ category now. Doreen at the bar told me it was doing okay alright till a turf war started up, just a few months ago.”
I get the picture. “Drugs?”
Finn raises his eyebrow. “You know it, Liam.”
“Let me guess. The turf war started up, the business went to shit, and somebody encouraged the manager to put in applications for buildings permits.”
“Putting two and two together,” Finn nods. “It looks like a lot of bad prescription drugs were sold out of the back here, just to make matters worse.”
Tegan takes a sip of her Guinness. “So, Jack planned to take the place and launch a club here.”
I know that she’s thinking about what happened to her daddy. I’m thinking she’ll need time to come to terms with it. But I’ve underestimated her again.
“I’m glad I know the truth about what happened to Daddy, at least.” She takes another pull of her Guinness. I believe she’s getting the taste for it. “Looking past the gloom and the run-down state of the place, I think he built something here that could be great.”
She sounds wistful. Surprised, I ask her, “Are you thinking you want to keep it?”
Thoughtful, she says, “I don’t know. Right now, I don’t want to see it demolished for redevelopment. But I’m probably feeling sentimental.”
Squeezing her hand, I tell her, “There’s no rush.”
She smiles. “That’s probably where the most money would be, though. This is an edgy district. I can see a big, shiny club doing well in this location.”
I tell her, “Either way, this place is going to make you a wealthy young woman.”
When Finn gets up to make a call, she puts her hand on mine. “Will you be going back to Vegas now?”
“Do you want me to go?”
“I know you have to go back.”
“I don’t have to do anything, Tegan.”
She looks down at the table, then she peers into my eyes. Searching. “Do you think I’ll make enough money to come and live in Las Vegas?”
“Do you want to live in Vegas?”
She hesitates. “I want to be where you are. I want to be wherever my silverback bear is.”
I tell her, “Well, you don’t need a dime to live there. I’ll take care of you.”
She scoots closer. “You mean it?”
I kiss her. “Of course. I fell in love with you the instant I saw you. One glimpse of you on my phone was all it took. I held back as long as I could because I’m too old for you. And, truth be told, I’m nowhere near good enough for you. You deserve much better.”
She puts her hand onto my cheek. Turns my face to hers. “There’s no better man than my bear. Not for me.”
“Worst of all, I’m too filthy for you.”
“My worry is I’m too filthy for you.”
“You’ve relit my fire, Tegan. You made me young again. I love you so much. I don’t ever want to spend another day without you.”
“I love you, too.”
Epilogue
Tegan
Like everyone, I’ve seen Vegas on screens and in videos all my life. None of it prepared me for the dazzle and glitter, the incredible spectacle that’s everywhere. Glitter and shine and gloss are everywhere. It’s like stepping into a movie.
All day, every member of my new family treats me like a newly arrived queen, but I can’t wait for it to be over.
All I want is to get my silverback bear alone. I need to swallow the length of his hard cock. Cram it all the way down my throat. Roll my wet throat muscles along the thickness of his hot ridges until he pulsates and bursts. I want the thick, salty taste in my mouth and spilling out
of my lips. It’s all I can think about, all day long.
Finn brings Ma Connolly to Vegas for the wedding. They’re the nearest thing I have to family in Boston now. Or anywhere else apart from here. I’ll get used to Las Vegas being my home. But I know it will take time.
The ceremony is in a fantastic casino, owned by the family. It’s called Kingpin, after my silverback bear. Gavin stands with Liam as his best man.
He has sons and daughters, and even grandkids—I married a man with grandkids! Last week, I was a miserable orphan, and about to be forced into a horrible marriage. Now I moved into an entire family, right at the top of the tree. The bonus upside of that is, I’ve got babies to play with and spoil!
I have three adult stepsons, and two stepdaughters. All of them older than me. But they are so warm and kind and everyone welcomes me. I can’t wait to get to know them all.
In his speech, Finn calls Liam, “The greatest man I haver had the privilege to know. And now, maybe the happiest.”
Liam calls me his queen and he says, “I found something now that’s better than building empires. I’m going to start a family, all over again.”
But, through the sumptuous lunch with about a hundred guests, what I really can’t wait for is to get my hands on him. Feel the crack of his belt on my thighs. I need to feel him slap my ass while I squeeze his hot cock between my tits.
When we finally get to the room and rip off each other’s clothes, he wrestles me into place on top of him.
“I’ll let you suck on my cock all you like. But only while I’ve got your clit between my lips. And maybe a finger or two up your ass.”
“It’s so hard to concentrate with your tongue in my cunt.” I keep spiraling off into spasms of orgasm. “You suck on my pussy and I lose all co-ordination.”
“And when you come, you splash your honey in my mouth. Even harder when I spank your red-raw ass.”
“But it means it takes me forever to make you come.”
“It’s all win-win. You’re the best thrill-ride I ever had. Now suck. Deep and hard. Gobble me till you gag. I love that.”
“I love you, bear.”
“And I love you, my butterfly.”
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Epilogue
Finn
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The day after Liam’s wedding, I’m packing to fly back to Boston when he calls me. Sends a car to drive me over to his villa.
Over a whiskey, he tells me, “I’ll be away a couple of weeks, Finn. While I’m on my honeymoon, I need a favor.”
“Anything, boss.”
He hands me a tablet. “On here are photos and some video of a girl.”
The first video is of a woman. She grabs my attention instantly.
From the look in her eyes, if you called her a girl, she’d be likely to knock you down. To say she was striking would be an understatement.
She’s big in all the right paces. And tall. Waves of dark hair flow round her pointed face. Her lips are like ripe cherries and her eyes would wake the dead.
And she swaggers like a gypsy queen.
Damn.
“Mia Moretti,” Liam tells me.
Double damn.
The implications of her name alone have me sitting up. A daughter of the Morettis. The biggest and most threatening rival family Liam and the O’Malleys have in Vegas.
“She’s gone missing. I need you to find her.”
My eyebrows lift. “Is that all?”
“No. You have to do it without letting anyone know, and especially, don’t let anyone know that you’re doing it for me.”
“Oh, okay,” on the screen, a dark smile crosses Mia Moretti’s lips. My cock thickens and rises to salute her. “So. Nothing much, then.”
Liam’s eyes hold mine.
He asks me, “Can you do it?”
“Has she gone on the run of her own accord?”
Liam nods.
“So, she’s in hiding.”
He nods again.
“A missing girl from a major crime family. Well resourced and hiding out, in Las Vegas.” I’ve had to make a speciality out of finding people. Especially people who don’t want to be found. I shrug, “Should be do-able.” I ask him, “And, what will I do when I find her?”
“Call me.”
I know there’s going to be significantly more to it than that.
I keep the tablet, but I don’t need it.
Not to remember her. My mind has the image burned in, the smoldering eyes and the swish and swagger of Mia Moretti.
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