Murphy

Rose was up on the table, and Hardy crashed through the front doors. He’d left to take a look around the perimeter.

“Baby, what the f**k are you doing?” Hardy asked.

“Dancing. Go and do your job. I’m having some fun with the girls.” Rose pulled Eva onto the table.

Tate giggled as Eva threw the nanny gown from her shoulders and became the sensual woman she’d always known Eva was. Angel grabbed Kelsey while Sandy grabbed Blaine. Tate chuckled. Seeing the uncomfortable look on his face, she decided to go and save him. Replacing him with herself, Tate danced with the blonde. Sandy had some moves. They rubbed together, and Tate was shocked when the other woman slammed her lips down on hers.

The kiss wasn’t awful, and it shocked her into silence.

Sandy pulled away, kissing down to her ear. “Did I also mention I was bi, and I’m seriously wet for you? You’re f**king hot, Tate.”

Her mouth fell open, and words completely failed her. What the f**k was she supposed to say?

“Erm, I’m flattered.”

Sandy gripped her ass, tugging her close. “You should be more than flattered. If Murphy isn’t blowing your world, give me a call. I’m more than happy to show you what a real woman feels like.”

“What the f**k is going on here?” Tiny’s voice cut across the music. The room fell quiet as the music was shut off.

Glancing over Tate saw Murphy watching her.

Smiling, she stroked Sandy’s cheek and kissed the other woman’s lips.

“Look, it’s the leader. Quick, he’s going to rock your world, not!” Eva said, laughing. Rose didn’t help matters by encouraging the other woman.

Tate watched them climb off the tables. Angel was the first to launch herself into Lash’s arms, since he had entered the club with the men.

“Baby,” Angel said. “I’m horny.”

“And drunk,” Lash said, glaring at Tate.

She gave him a wave in kind.

They disappeared.

Kelsey ran for the bathroom, no doubt about to throw up. She saw Killer follow after her.

Hardy held Rose back as Eva made her way toward Tiny.

“Guess what, buster? I’m drunk, and I can now say this to you.”

Tate winced as Eva stumbled over her words.

“You are a bastard. You’ve broken my heart more times than I can count, and if what you’ve got to offer at Vegas is all then the sweet-butts can have you.” She hiccupped. “You’re terrible in bed.” She slapped Tiny and walked away with her head in the air.

Covering her mouth, Tate tried to cover her laughter.

It was her turn, and she walked up to Murphy. “If we’re going to do this then let’s make it official.” Wrapping her arms around his neck, Tate brought him down for a kiss. Smashing their lips together, she deepened the kiss by plunging her tongue into his mouth.

After several seconds, he caught her against him, kissing her back. Pulling away from him she turned to her father.

“You can’t do a thing about it because you’ve got to handle Eva.”

Grabbing Murphy’s hand she headed toward her bedroom. The silence was deafening. She didn’t care. Getting her man to a room and na**d was her only priority.

“We’ll deal with you tomorrow,” Tiny said.

Waving a hand in the air, Tate kept going ‘til she got to his bedroom. Opening the door, she slammed him up against the nearest wall.

“You’re drunk,” Murphy said.

“So, I just declared us a couple. A few drinks isn’t going to change that.” She shoved his leather jacket from his shoulders followed by his shirt.

“Your father’s going to kick my ass.”

“A few bruises will look hot. Fuck me, Murphy. Make it count.” She tugged the shirt from her body, throwing it to the floor.

He took over, unbuckling his jeans and stepping out of them. His fingers sank into her hair, and he brought her in close for a kiss. “Give me those f**king lips,” he said.

Tate puckered, sending him a kiss through the air.

“Tease.” He caught her close, pressing his advantage and claiming her lips.

She moaned, feeling lightheaded as his free hand roamed her body.

“I love you, baby,” he said.

Gasping, Tate jerked back looking at him.

“I’ve loved you for a long f**king time. I know I f**ked up, and I promise I’ll never f**k up again. I’ll spend the rest of our lives making it up to you.” Both hands held her face in his. “You just announced we’re a couple to your father. This is how it’s going to be between us. I’m going to get my ass kicked, and you’re going to be there when it’s over.”

Covering his hands, Tate wished she could deny everything he said. The hurt he’d caused her had been immeasurable. But she couldn’t deny her feelings for him now, which was way more important.

Can I live without him?

Staring into his eyes, she glanced down his body where he’d gotten her name inked into his skin. She was with him forever.

Capturing his face in the same hold that he held her, Tate looked at him. “No more women or missions or shit. This is between us, and it’s real.”

“Yes to everything.”

Licking her lips she nodded her head. “I love you, too.”

He changed their positions pushing her up against the wall. His lips were everywhere, her mouth, her nose and down her neck. The possession of his hands and lips consumed her.

Pushing him away, she smiled. “Don’t start thinking you can get away with shit.”

“I don’t expect to.” He took her lips as he worked her pants down her thighs. “I expect you to be a hard assed bitch to me when I deserve it.”

Chuckling, Tate circled his neck, bringing him close.

“Now, shut up so I can f**k you.”

He walked her toward the bed. She shook her head.

“I don’t think so.” Turning him, she pushed him to the bed and followed him down. “I’m going to be in charge.” She straddled his waist, biting down on his lip.

“So f**king good,” he said, gasping.

She smiled, nibbling on his neck. “We’re going to have some fun. Tomorrow you’re going to get your assed kicked and will be all bruised. I won’t be able to do what I want.” She sucked on his neck. “Let’s have plenty of fun tonight.”

He threw her to the bed, and she watched him reach for the drawer beside her bed. Murphy held a pair of police cuffs in his finger.