Total pages in book: 129
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 121871 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 609(@200wpm)___ 487(@250wpm)___ 406(@300wpm)
He laughed softly as I kissed at his throat, a place that seemed to be connected to his cock for the way it turned him on. “I hate to admit it, but I’m not twenty years old, and I do need a wee bit of time between sessions.”
I grinned at his abashed confession. “Well, there are other things you could do to please me.”
He wriggled his eyebrows comically, before dashing from the bed into the bathroom to deal with the condom. When he returned my amusement soon transformed into renewed moans as he crawled over my body and whipped off my underwear, spreading my thighs. He licked me voraciously from entrance to clit and my back bowed off the bed.
My husband ate at me, hungry and passionate, sucking at my clit and rubbing his tongue over it, unrelenting as he licked me through another orgasm only to keep going, demanding more. I moaned and panted and yelled my pleasure until I almost blacked out with the third orgasm.
“Can I take you bare?” Murray asked, voice hoarse with need as he pulled off my cami, helping me with the fabric because I was a flushed puddle of want.
He knew I was on the pill and that I’d had a health check since Nick. He’d also had a health check since his last (and final) one-night stand.
So it was just a matter of us trusting each other.
Which we, of course, did.
I nodded, tugging him to me. Murray kissed me hard as he fell between my thighs and guided his cock inside. We groaned together because I was swollen and tight. The wet sound of our joining sent us into a fever and Murray gritted his teeth against his demanding lust.
“Do I feel good bare?”
“So good, a ghràidh. Too good.”
I clenched around him.
“Oh fuck, that isn’t helping.”
I did it again, urging him deeper with a flex of my hips.
“You feel … you’re everything,” he confessed breathlessly as he moved inside me, holding my eyes with his stormy, passion-filled gaze. “I love you so much, London. I never thought …” He shook his head like he didn’t have the words. “I never thought …”
“I know.” I reached for him, clasping his face in my hand, my touch reassuring as I undulated beneath him, taking him deep, deep into me in every way I could. “I know, handsome. I feel it too. Just come. I want you to come. I love you.”
Just like that my words made his expression tighten, his body tensing over mine before his hips gave a violent jerk. “I love you!” His cock throbbed hard as I felt him release inside me. He muttered more love words between curse words as he shook and shivered above me, his climax epic.
I felt kind of smug about it.
As if he read my feelings on my face, Murray released a soft laugh before he kissed me slowly, leisurely, and then pulled out, watching his exit with a groan. I felt his cum between my thighs and Murray’s gaze was hot when it met mine.
“Let’s get you cleaned up.” He gently helped me off the bed to guide me into his big shower.
My husband was gentle and loving as he washed my body with his shower gel, his large hands moving over my breasts, caressing as he cleaned. By the time he’d washed between my thighs, I was a panting, needy thing all over again.
Murray obliged, lowering to his knees to take me with his mouth and hands.
I felt worshiped and essential in a way I’d never imagined I’d ever feel.
Everything we’d dealt with for the past few months, years even, floated away, abandoned for now. There was nothing but me and this beautiful man.
It would go down in history as one of the best mornings of my entire existence.
47. Murray
Everyone felt the spirit of the fèis, just like we did every year the Glenvulin Fair fell on a sunny day. The sound of laughter and conversation filled the field as crowds of islanders, visitors, and tourists alike moved through the festivities. Kelly stood by a milkshake bar with Anna and Lucas, and even as London and I strolled from stall to stall, I kept an eye on my daughter.
A month had passed since the operation to take down the Walshes. The brothers were remanded into custody and not a week had passed since their arrival in prison when the eldest brother was killed by another inmate before he could even be sentenced. Davis informed me the younger brother, Dorian, was a follower, not the leader, and he was willing to take down people who had worked with them in exchange for a lighter sentence.
Siobhan Cosway’s group of thugs were a very small organization who were attempting to set themselves up as a matter of importance in Dublin. The bloke who’d shot Davis was taken down by the Gardai that day at the port. The others, according to Davis, were shitting themselves because Dublin’s largest criminal organization was furious Siobhan tried to take a piece of the drug business for herself without their permission. They were too concerned watching their backs to have time to exact revenge.