Page 73 of Mob Star

“I don’t want you to. This is a quickie not a longie.” She grins at me before kissing me and tugging my bottom lip.

I spank her, pushing her up then letting her drop down on my cock. She rocks her hips, and I can tell she enjoys this. I keep spanking her until she screams my name. I want to make her come at least once more, but I can’t stop. I feel my jizz squirting into her. My cock pulses each time. Our kisses are calmer, but they don’t last.

I watch her checking out the shampoo on my shelf. “Order whatever you want. Toiletries, food, drinks. Whatever. I know we don’t have any of your clothes here. We can grab whatever you need in the morning.”

“Finn, I have to be back to work in four hours. I have some clothes in my bag. I always have an extra set of scrubs and some jeans and a shirt. I was on an eight-hour break between shifts. I planned to go home, shower, eat, and sleep for a few hours, then head back. I can go to Dillan’s with you, but I have to go back to the hospital.”

It’s going to take some getting used to this schedule. I thought mine had me coming and going at all hours of the day and night.

“You can stay here and sleep. I’ll post two guys outside the door. I know you’re exhausted.” I feel guilty now. I pretty much barreled over her and decided for her.

She puts her hands on my chest. “I’ll go with you. I can nap in the car each way. I want to help if I can. If I can’t, I’d still feel better being in the same house as you.”

“Dillan and Mair just bought a home in Queens. They haven’t finished furnishing everywhere downstairs, but they set up all the bedrooms for us. I have a room you can sleep in.”

“That’s rude.”

“Not at all. They’ll understand.”

“But—”

“Little one, everyone will understand why I don’t want you here alone. And everyone will understand why a doctor needs to sleep.” I turn off the water and hand her a towel.

Once we’re dressed, we head down to the underground parking lot. I’ll drive since it’s faster than waiting for a car to get here. I open the door for her before getting into the driver’s seat of my Jag. Traffic is on our side, so it doesn’t take us too long to get from SoHo to Queens. When we pull up, I sense Thea’s nerves getting the better of her. We’re in a gated community and drove into a driveway behind a gate. She sees the armed security guards before she looks up at the house. In all fairness, it’s a mansion.

Ironically, all the syndicate couples from each family live near here. The only people who don’t are Enrique— the Cartel jefe —and his brother and his family. They live in north Jersey in affluent communities. It’s like our childhood when we all played peewee sports together. Everyone lives a few blocks from one another. Most of the single syndicate men have lived in Manhattan, but I’m the only one in my family who does. The other guys live in Brooklyn, Harlem, and Queens.

“Now I understand how each of you has a room here.” Thea glances at me before reaching for the door handle, but I lean across her and catch her wrist.

“Never get out on your own. If we pull into a house’s garage, you wait until the door shuts all the way. You don’t turn off the engine until the door is only an inch or two off the ground. When you have a driver, they open the door for you. When you’re in a driveway at one of our homes, a guard or a family member opens it. When we’re at the condo, I’ll walk around and open it, or your driver does.”

She stares at me before twisting to look out the windows at the men in black clothes with rifles slung across their chests and various weapons clipped to their belts. Then she turns her luminescent eyes on me. I still find their color transfixing.

“Am I really going to be in that much danger, too?”

“You may rarely be in any danger, but that’s because we have safety protocols in place. I’m not a pessimist, Thea. I’m a realist. That means I’ll do whatever I think is necessary to protect you and my family. The car doors are one of those things. It’s the rule for everyone, especially the women. I’m certain some of the other syndicate wives carry guns, or at least knives, but even if you did, I would still insist that an ounce of prevention is worth more than a pound of cure.”

She sighs but nods. Then she thinks better of it and cups my jaw. She kisses me, but it’s over way too soon.

“Thank you for taking care of me, Daddy. I have to get used to this, but you could merely insist I obey. You’re explaining everything and being patient while I learn. I appreciate it.”

“You’re going to sacrifice a lot, Thea. More than I wish and probably more than I can predict. I will always give you what you need, and I’ll try my hardest to give you what you want.”

“All I need right now is you.”

And now she has my entire heart in her palm. I kiss her again before turning off the car. She waits for me to come around to her side before getting out. We hold hands as we walk to the door. I punch in the code and go in. If I didn’t know we’re all meeting— Sean sent me a flurry of texts after we hung up —I wouldn’t walk into Dillan’s house unannounced. He’s a newlywed. Hell, even when they’ve been married forty years, I won’t walk in unannounced. They’ll still be all over each other, and that’s not something I need to see. And Dillan would gouge my eyes out before letting anyone see Mair uncovered.

She wore a slinky bikini during their honeymoon. They came into the house from the beach not realizing the rest of us— yes; we went on their honeymoon, but as their security detail —were in the dining room. My brothers, cousins, and I have never moved so fast in our lives. Cormac even knocked over the dining room chair as he pushed it back.

I understood then, but I get it now. It wouldn’t thrill me to have any man see Thea naked, especially if I’m making love to her. Now that’s a phrase I’ve never used before. I’ve said fuck and any number of euphemisms, but I have never considered what I’ve done with other women making love. I’m certain I’ve done it more than once with Thea.

“Finn?”

“Yeah, Shay. I’m coming.” Seamus and his brother, Cormac, are built like ox who move on silent feet, but the man forgets what an inside voice is.

I sense Thea’s getting more nervous with each step. I lean over to whisper in her ear as I give her hand a squeeze.

“They don’t bite, though I might. You’re delicious. I know they’re a lot, but they know how important you are to me. They’re happy for us.”

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