“Forde!” Cammie squawked at his manhandling, but he wound his arm around her waist for greater purchase and physically guided her out of the room.
“Sorry.” Taran winced.
“Thanks, man.” Quinn waved a hand at him before following Taran out.
“Yes, thank you.” Nee nodded to Davis before throwing me a relieved smile.
Ramsay patted the bottom of the bed. “If you ever need anything, you know where to find us.”
The door swung shut behind our friends and Murray came to my side, resting his hand on my lower back as he looked down at Davis. “What McRae said.”
“Look, I appreciate it. I just did my job. You did not have to involve yourself in an operation like this, but you did. I was making sure you got home to all those people who clearly care a great deal for you. I’ve no regrets for saving the life of a man who inspires that kind of loyalty.”
I knew Murray well enough to know he was moved. He nodded gratefully.
“DI Smith will be in touch soon, eh. But the first thing they told me when I came out of surgery is that the operation wentwell. Few casualties, mostly the bad guys. The Walsh brothers are done.”
I wanted to ask what it meant for the future, if they’d be a threat we had to worry about down the line, but I didn’t want to pester the man when he was barely out of anesthesia. Instead, we thanked him again, and I walked out of the hospital holding firmly onto the hand of my very alive, very brave husband.
46.London
Was there a pleasanter way to wake up than to my husband pressed against my back and his hand down my underwear, his fingers rolling over my clit?
No, I think not.
It was a perfectly delicious way to greet a new day, especially since we hadn’t had sex in the two weeks since I’d fallen down a flight of stairs. I’d wanted to, but Murray was still afraid I wasn’t healed enough. I’d promised him I was and felt like I was wearing him down. Then last night Murray had a gig with the guys at the Lantern, and I’d fallen asleep before he came home.
Apparently, we were done with the wait this morning.
“Yes,” I moaned, arching into his touch now.
“A ghràidh,” he groaned in my ear. “I’ve missed you.”
I panted, “I’ve missed you too.”
Seconds later he’d donned protection and pushed his cock into me, my underwear and sleep shorts pushed just far enough down my thighs to give him access. I gasped, turning my mouth into my outstretched arm to muffle the sound as Murray rocked inside me. I’d never had sex on my side before and the angle of his penetration was … the man was hitting my G spot for sure,because the answering coiling tension was too fast, too much, too everything!
He gripped my face, turning my head so he could take my mouth. Murray’s tongue licked at mine, and his cock kept hitting that perfect bundle of nerves with every gentle thrust. He slid his fingers over my clit and I broke the kiss, struggling to draw breath as sensation overtook me. His lips moved to my ear. “We’re alone,” he reminded me roughly. “You can be as loud as you want.”
I’d forgotten that Kelly had spent the night at her friend’s house.
I let out a guttural moan that made Murray’s hips flex faster against my ass. “Yes,” he huffed harshly. “Fuck, yes.”
I grasped at his arm as his hand rubbed hard at my clit, my cries growing louder, hoarser, and it seemed to make Murray lose his ever-loving mind. The gentle rocking turned to deep, grunting thrusts, pushing me closer and closer to the precipice.
“Murray!” I cried out as explosion spread through my center.
My inner muscles pulsed around his hardness as I came but as quickly as the sensation started, Murray withdrew. I found myself flipped onto my stomach. “Is this okay?” He growled in my ear, his hands braced above my head on the pillow.
I shivered with excitement and nodded on a moan, one that grew louder as he grabbed my hip with one hand and jerked my ass up into his thrust. Just like that my orgasm grew into another, my cries of pleasure filling the room as I braced myself on my elbows and took him deep. Until Murray I didn’t know fucking could be this intimate. But I always felt close to him, whether he was staring into my eyes or taking me hard on all fours.
“A ghràidh,” he groaned. “I need …” His words trailed off.
“Say it,” I begged, wanting him to be as free with me as I felt with him. I knew he held back, always checking in, but I was safe with him. I trusted him.
“I … fuck, I just … I need you to come around me. Squeeze me like before.”
My inner muscles clenched around him and he smoothed a hand down my damp back.
