“Shit” he jumps up, turning to face me, “Did I hurt you, god Nora, I’m sorry tell me where?”
I shake my head and place a kiss on his forehead. “I like the pain handsome; you know I do. I love that you let go tonight, but I know you only do it when you have too much on your mind. So talk to me. This is what we do, we fuck and talk without getting into each other’s business.”
He sighs then jumps off the bed, “I’m hungry, let’s order in.” He grabs his jeans pulling out his phone, and taps away.
“Hey, do I get a choice or are you ordering for me?” I playfully scold him
“Two cheeseburgers, onion rings, fries, and mozzarella dippers, have I missed anything?” I shake my head at him, and he laughs, knowing full well he’s right. If only I wasn’t so predicable with my food order.
I climb off the bed and grab the robe from the back of the door, wrapping it around myself and securing it. “You want more wine, or do you want beer?” I call out as I head into the kitchen, I make it as a far as the dining table when he comes up behind me and pushes me forward, bending me over the tabletop. “I want a beer, right after I’ve fucked you again, tell me we’re good.”
“Mmmhmm,” I hum, knowing what he’s asking. He wants inside of me bare, the feeling is so much more intense with nothing between us. He leans down, and licks my neck then whispers in my ear, “Hold on tight.” As he slams his cock into me. This man likes sex almost as much as I do, his appetite for it is almost as insatiable as mine.
He has one hand on my back pressing between my shoulder blades holding me down. The other gripping my hip, as he slides almost all the way out of me, then slams back in with such force my hips hit the table ledge, I hiss out my sting of pain, “Babe?” he questions.
“Fucking harder Rory, I need you to fuck me harder,” I yell, gripping the edge of the table to steady myself as he repeatedly slams into me.
“Holy fuck Nora, I love fucking you bare, and I love it when your pussy grips my cock. Fuck yes…oh fuck.” He continues to cry out as I struggle to catch my breath, the pressure the pain. The speed the force it’s exactly what I need, exactly what he needs. We’re both close, but then he pulls out and flips me over, lifting me up, and laying me flat on the table and slamming back into me.
I raise my legs and place them both over his shoulders knowing it’s so much deeper at this angle. He leans down taking one of my nipples in his mouth and sucks pulling at it, so hard I almost come right there. “Rory, yes, fuck me…harder, I need it harder.”
One hand on my hip the other, moves to my other nipple. He twists, and pulls and nips, as he continues to suck and bite at the other one.
I slide my hand between us reaching for my clit, but he lifts and grabs both of my wrists pinning them above my head.
“You come when I let you come, and not before.”
He slows his movements and I cry out, “No please I need to come Rory, you fucker.” He just laughs as he slows to almost a stop, pulling his cock out to the tip, then slams back into me again. He continues this pace for several more minutes until I think we’re both going to explode. He looks down at me. “Now.” One word is all it takes for us both to cry out as we come together.
Chapter 4
I left Nora sleeping and came to the gym at seven this morning. Fucking her all night wasn’t enough, it didn’t give me the release I needed to be able to sleep for even just a couple of hours.
“Don’t be a dick.” I look over at Killian, making his way to me as I lay down on the bench press.
“You know better than to do that without a spotter.” Stopping just at my head, he nods letting me know he’s got me.
He’s right, I do know better, but I need to train, I need to try and tire myself out, just a couple of hours sleep. That’s all I need then I can focus, and maybe figure out where the fuck I need to look to get the answers I need.
“You with Nora last night?”
I look up at him and smirk. “Where else brother?” He knows me, they all do. Whenever I’m in Ireland Nora is my go-to. It’s an arrangement we’ve had since we were teens, we’d been hanging around together so often that our parents thought we’d end up together. But that’s not what either of us wanted, even at fifteen we knew that there was nothing more to our relationship than friendship and fucking.
I was one-fifth of an heir to a massive crime syndicate and she was your regular small-town girl, with maybe just a few dark sexual needs.
We had learned fairly early on that she needed certain things, things that I was less than comfortable giving her. Nora likes sex, but she likes her sex with more than a hint of pain, she likes to hurt, she gets off on it.
I’d tried it for a while, experimenting with her. But I’d come away feeling dirty, the guilt was all consuming, I wouldn’t settle for days. So, we’d agreed that we’d just be friends, with the occasional benefit. Moving to New York with the family when I was eighteen, meant those benefits were few and far between. We were young, but we learnt a lot from each other in the first few years, and more in the years since.
I give myself a mental shake, clearing away those thoughts, and focussing on the weighted bar I have across my chest. “What’s going on in your head Rory?”
I push up and Killian helps me rack the bar back in place. “Nothing…” I sit up and swing my legs around, grabbing my water bottle and chugging half of it down, I see him out of the corner of my eye, just standing there waiting for me to continue.
“Something isn’t right, Killian, I have this nagging feeling…”
He reaches out for my hand, pulling me up from the bench. “Of course something doesn’t feel right, Connors woman is a target of her ex and our own cousin, our own flesh and blood who we only just found out is running a sex trafficking ring under our own brand. That nagging feeling you have is rage, disgust and fear, I feel it too, we all do.”
I stop mid stride, watching Connor go at it in the octagon with Billy Briar, Jr, the son of our Da’s old trainer. I grab hold of Killian’s arm stopping him in his tracks, he turns to me, a look of I’m not sure what crossing his face. “I feel like we’re missing something, like we haven’t been given all of the pieces of the puzzle.”
