Murphy(32)
Climbing up the building Murphy cursed his efforts. “Fucking killed men and wasting my time making shit special for my woman. Bad fucking form. I should just use my dick instead.”
Her window was partially open.
“If you’re trying to make women go crazy then stop ranting at yourself,” Tate said. She was stood facing the window with her arms folded.
“How the fuck did you know I was coming?” he asked, closing the window behind him.
“I heard the bikes and saw you heading toward the back. You’re a creature of habit, Murphy. The window? You’ve told me loads of times before how fucking lame it is.”
She left the bedroom, and he went after her. He was struck by the curves of her ass, and his cock thickened. Fuck, he needed to get inside her again very soon. He was going to lose his mind.
“My guy is downstairs. He’s got Cherry’s clothes for her.”
“Her name is Kelsey. Okay, K.E.L.S.E.Y. That’s her name, not Cherry, not tubby, but Kelsey.”
“Okay, Killer’s got Kelsey’s clothes for her.”
“Killer? Seriously, you’ve got a killer with my friend.” She shoved him hard. He grabbed her arms stopping her from pushing him away.
“I get it. You don’t want me calling your friend by any other name. Give me her number, and I promise you he won’t hurt her.”
“She’s not part of the club, Murphy.”
Murphy agreed. Tate gave him the room number. He sent the text to Killer and got the response that he was there.
Turning his cell off, he threw the device on the coffee table. He found Tate in the kitchen, making a hot chocolate. The scent of cinnamon, milk, and chocolate filled the air. It was her mother’s recipe. He knew because she’d told him about it.
“Does Tiny know Eva’s leaving?” Tate asked.
“She won’t leave.”
He moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She was so soft. Burying his head in her neck, Murphy groaned. She smelt so good.
“Then you’re all going to be shocked because she’s leaving him.” Tate didn’t pull away from him.
“Why did you run this morning?” he asked. He searched for the sash of the robe and started to untie it. Her hands covered his.
“What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. This, us, is staying there.”
He tugged on the sash releasing her robe. “I don’t think so.”
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Why was he being difficult? They were never going to work together, and he was only going to make it worse. Not to mention what her father was going to do when he realized the truth. Tiny had known about her feelings, but he’d never known how far things had gotten.
His hand touched her bare stomach, and she gasped, sucking her stomach in.
“You shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, trying to find ways to stop him.
Don’t stop him. I want his touch so damn much.
She was drowning with her need for him. From the sight of him coming through her bedroom window she’d been ready for him. His long hair, wide shoulders, and impressive cock was all it took to make her horny. She’d never been the type of woman to be controlled by her hormones. Murphy was her only exception.
“No, we should be doing this. Our mistake was waiting this long to do this.” He nibbled on the lobe of her ear. She squealed as his tongue pressed inside.
“You left to fuck your whores, Murphy. This is over.”
“Are you sure about that?” Murphy asked.
She spun around facing him and gasped as he pushed the robe to the floor. He lifted her up onto the counter, spreading her thighs wide.
Tate wondered how he moved so fast. One moment she’d been dressed, and now she was waiting for his cock.
She watched him push his jeans to the floor and grip his cock in one hand. Within seconds he was inside her. Tate moaned, feeling him stretch her inch by glorious inch as he sank to the hilt.
“That’s it, baby, squeeze my dick. Let me feel all of you.” He sucked on her nipple at the same time he gripped her ass, plunging inside. “So fucking tight. Perfect tits, perfect pussy.”
“We need to stop,” she said, moaning.
“No, we’re doing this all the time. You’re not turning me away or pushing me away. We’re in this together, Tate.” He slammed into her, gripping her neck and claiming her lips.
He was everywhere. She held onto his jacket as he drew her away from the counter. Squealing, Tate held on. He shoved her against the fridge. “Been thinking about fucking you since I woke up. I was going to lick your sweet cunt until you came on my face, and then you went and spoilt the surprise by leaving. I’m going to have to make it up to you now.”