Page 91 of Mob Star

She does as I turn the movie on. I guide her mouth to my cock. I sit in a way that allows her head to rest against my abs, so she doesn’t have to support the weight on her own. She sucks, but I rest my hand on her throat.

“You’re not getting me off. You’re warming my cock. Lie here with it in your mouth. Suck only if you feel me getting soft.”

Not that I will with it in her warm satiny mouth. I twirl her plug and ease it in and out as the movie starts. I move to stroking her arse.

“Play with yourself. But if you come, I will cuff you to that chair and leave you there for a long, long time, little one. You come only when I give you permission, and I make you come.”

She nods as she moves her hands to her cunt. I watch her fingers play with her clit, rubbing and pinching. I look down at her with my cock in her mouth and eyes closed. This is domestic tranquility in a way I never imagined. I keep stroking her arse as she pulls her fingers away and shudders with need. Self-denial is as powerful as me edging her. She goes through the same thing twice more.

“You can stop rubbing your clit.” I’m certain she hopes I’ll relieve the ache.

My free hand strokes her temple until I feel her body go completely lax. There’s a box of tissues on the coffee table in front of me. I pull the plug out and wrap that in the tissues. My cock is still in her mouth. Asleep, she’s sucking. I’m going to come if we stay like this. I ease her off, but she doesn’t stir. She’s exhausted, and I knew she was. From work and then what I just put her through. I couldn’t give two shites about the movie. I pull the blanket from the basket beneath the table and shuffle us until I’m lying on my back with Thea draped over me. I cover us, and I’m asleep within minutes.

I’m awake within seconds when she jerks and screams. I reach for the basket that had the blanket, knowing there’s a gun inside. I pull my hand back and scowl as Sean and Shane spin on their heels and face the door.

“What the feck are you doing here?”

I help Thea sit up with the blanket around her. I wouldn’t care if my brothers saw me naked if I wasn’t with my girlfriend. We shower at the station, and it’s not like we each have a private bathroom. Once I’m certain Thea’s covered, I rush over to grab my boxer briefs and pants.

Shane speaks as I dress. “We swung by to drop those contracts off. We didn’t know you were home. We would have knocked if we had.”

“We’re sorry, Thea.” At least she gets an apology.

“Same rules as Dillan.” They know from my tone as much as anything else that this is not negotiable.

We’ve always had an open-door policy at each other’s homes. Since none of us bring women home, it’s never mattered. But ever since Dillan and Mair got together, we call from the driveway when we arrive at their place. The guys are going to have to call from the lobby.

“Got it.” I know they both spoke, but to anyone else, it’s one voice.

Thea looks at me over her shoulder. Her eyes are wide. It’s not embarrassment. At least, that’s not it. There’s fear, and I don’t like that. I don’t think it’s fear that my brothers will hurt her. It’s fear of what they’ll think of her and that they might see her less than half dressed.

“Wait in my office.”

It’s at the other end of the loft from our bedroom. They head in one direction while I scoop Thea up in my arms. She leans to whisper.

“The plug, balls, and whip. They’ve probably already seen them.”

Ah. Not embarrassment and fear. Utter mortification. I lean for her to grab the tissue wrapped plug with her cuffed hands before I walk to the table. She grabs the balls, their box, and the whip. Fortunately, the handcuff key is in my pants pocket. I hurry to our bedroom and kick the door closed behind me.

“Leanbh, I had no idea they would come over. Those contracts arrived a day early. They never would have walked in if they knew you were home, too. I’m so sorry. They understand what I mean about the same as Dillan. No one is allowed to come in until they’ve called up to be sure we’re decent. If they don’t reach me, they’ll call you.”

I put her down on her feet and hurry to unfasten the cuffs. She drops everything she was carrying onto the dresser. My brothers can fucking wait until I’m ready to see them. But I want Thea free of anything that reminds her that my brothers saw her in such a compromised position. From the elbow to my chest that woke me, I know she’d raised her arms above the top of the blanket. That means they saw them.

She cups my cheeks. “I’m home too?”

I didn’t realize I said that. She rises onto her toes and gives me one of those kisses that makes me forget the world around us but also convinces me I’d burn it all to the ground for her. I pick her up, this time with her legs around my hips, and walk her to the bed. I lay her down just long enough to get my fucking pants and boxer briefs down. I’m inside her with a single thrust. Then there’s no stopping us now. It only takes a few thrusts to get her off, but I keep going. I want to feel her come again before I do.

“Daddy, come.”

“After you, little one.”

“With me. I’m so close. I?—”

She tenses and arches beneath me, her hands squeezing my arse. I can’t hold back. I empty myself into her. Then I’m smattering kisses along her jaw and up and down her neck and behind her ear.

“Yes, you’re home. I want you to be as comfortable here as you are at your place. I hope one day your place and my place are the same place.”

She strokes hair back from my forehead. “I want that too. And soon. Not because I need your protection. I know you’d post guards around my condo to protect me. I don’t want to go home to an empty apartment. I want to come home to you. I want to be home when you get there.”

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