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After her last orgasm on my tongue, when I know she’s nice and relaxed I carry her to our room. Sitting her on the edge of the bed I pull her dress over her head and toss it to the side.

CHAPTER 22

Ruin

Sitting on the edge of the bed, I grab his belt buckle and unhook it. “Stryker, please take off your shirt and remove your weapon for me.”

He frowns down at me.

“Did you honestly think I didn’t realize you were armed? I knew the first time you wouldn’t let me wrap my arm around your waist. The few times I would see Vince in person over the years he always had armed guards with him. I’ve learned what to look for. You should probably take your boots off as well.”

“Bossy and observant,” he quips.

Once he removes his boots and places both his weapons on the nightstand, I push his hands away so I can finish with his jeans. My hands shake a little, but I want to do this. I want to pleasure him like he’s pleasured me. Thank god for Ettore and her candor.

Lowering his zipper, I peel back the sides of his pants. The hard ridge of his shaft presses against his briefs.

He shoves down his jeans to his knees. “Play a little, but I need to come inside you. So take as much or as little as you want,mo ghrá. We have the rest of our lives to explore everything.”

Oh, but I want so much. I want it all. I want to give him the same pleasure he gave me. I want him to look at me every day with the love and passion I see in his eyes right now. I want to share everything with him.

Lowering his briefs, I stare at the sight before me and lick my lips. He’s long and thick and his sac hangs low. Cupping his balls with one hand I run my tongue over his length then take the head into my mouth. I suck, hollowing out my cheeks while circling my tongue around and around his hood.

He gently cups the back of my head. “So fucking good, babe. So good.”

I stroke him as I continue to suck, then lick him like an ice cream cone.

“Enough.” He steps out of my reach. “I’ve got to be inside you. Stand up and put your hands on the bed and spread your legs.”

He caresses my butt cheeks with one hand while sliding his other between my legs. Wetting a finger with my own juices he slides it up over my nub teasing it until I moan, then moving it lower he slides in and out of my channel a couple times. My legs start to tremble.

“You’re so fucking responsive. You’re already dripping wet, wanting my cock, aren’t you?”

“Yes. Yes, I want you Stryker. I need you. Fill me. Fill me with your hard cock.”

“Fuck, you are so made for me.” Cupping my hip with one hand, he guides himself to my entrance and drives into me. “Mine.”

“Yes. Yes, so good. I love you, Stryker. I love you. I’m yours.”

Making sure I come first, he explodes seconds after my orgasm wracks in waves through my body. I lay limp on the mattress mindless of anything other than the exquisite pleasure he just gave me. After he cleans us both, he lifts me and places me under the covers then crawls in behind me wrapping me in his strong arms. The last thing I hear is his whispered “mo gráh.”

Again, I wake to an empty bed. Voices from the other room let me know we aren’t alone. Quickly throwing on leggings and a top, I go to find Stryker.

He’s standing across the breakfast bar from his father. Sean has a fierce look on his face. Gone is the benevolent happy Irishman from yesterday. Stryker is definitely his father’s son.

“I don’t like this at all,” Stryker says.

“Don’t like what?” Both men turn to me. Sean looks at Stryker with a raised eyebrow.

Stryker gives me a kiss, then pulls a stool around to the end of the bar. While I get seated, he places a mug in front of me and nods to his father.

“The judge who was going to meet us at my home to perform the wedding contacted me a while ago saying there was a change of plans. We would have to meet at his office at the courthouse. He forgot the seal he needs. No one will be there but…”

“But?”

“But it feels like a set up,” Stryker responds.

“Frankie. I forgot to tell you, Frankie who works for the Camassas is also working for the O’Kelleys. I don’t know if that matters?”