Murphy
His fingers tightened on the hip he was holding as he pumped everything of himself into her ass.
Collapsing down beside her, he remained in her ass and simply held her in his arms.
She was panting for breath, like him. Murphy stroked her stomach, needing to touch a part of her in order to keep himself grounded.
“You’re making me addicted to your touch,” she said, snuggling in close.
“Is it working?” He kissed her neck, holding her tightly.
“I never thought I’d love being f**ked in the ass, but yeah, it’s working.”
Tate covered her hands with his. “Daddy’s going to kick your ass tomorrow.”
He chuckled. “You’ve only just realized the consequences for your actions?” Biting down on her shoulder, Murphy let out a sigh. “I wouldn’t have it any other way. Even if you were drunk when you did it.”
“I wasn’t totally drunk. I just needed a little courage to get me to do it. After what Eva did, something needed to break the ice.”
“Yeah, I think Eva’s going to be paying for calling him crap in bed.” Murphy breathed in her scent.
“Stalker,” she said, slapping his hand.
“What?”
“You’re breathing in my scent. It’s creepy.”
Laughing, Murphy didn’t say a word. There were no words for how this woman made him feel. Tate meant everything to him, and he thought he’d lost her because of his actions. He wouldn’t change what happened as he’d become a spy in order to protect her. Everything else he’d change. There would never have been women. They’d pushed women at him and watched until he had no choice but to f**k them in front of the club. He’d hated every second of his time with The Lions.
She was the only person who got him through the dangerous times of his life. Pushing the hair off her face he looked down at her.
“I really do love you,” he said, looking at her.
Her face softened. “I love you, too.”
“Thank you for giving me another chance.”
“You’re growing soft,” she said, kissing his lips.
“No, I’m not soft. I’ll kill when I need to. You’ll be the only one to see me soft.”
Tate started to giggle as he tickled her body. She tried to push him away. Pulling out of her ass, Murphy picked her up in his arms. She squealed, holding onto him.
“Will you stop doing that?” she asked, clawing at his skin.
“We need to wash, and then we’re going to come back and sleep.”
****
Tate sat on Murphy’s bed, brushing out the tangles in her hair. She wore one of his shirts, and he was walking around the room butt naked. Her heart raced as she looked at him, strutting his stuff. The shower they’d taken together hadn’t been quick. Murphy started by washing her, and then he’d gone to his knees before her, lifted one leg onto the ledge and begun to lick her pu**y.
“What are you looking for?” she asked, putting the brush down.
“Scissors. Hair’s f**king irritating me.”
Getting up from the bed, she walked into his bathroom and retrieved the scissors. “Bring a stool and come and sit.” She laid a towel on the floor then waited for him to come through. He carried one of the stools that were in his bedroom. Pointing to the floor, she ordered him where to put it. Tapping the seat she waited for him to sit.
“You’re going to play hairdresser?” Murphy asked.
“I’ll do a better job of it than you. I know what I’m doing.” She didn’t have a clue what she was doing, but it would be better than him just grabbing fistfuls of hair and chopping it off.
“It’s only hair. It always grows back.”
Shaking her head, she picked some up and started to work the length off with the scissors. She’d put him in front of the mirror in the bathroom. He was staring at her intently.
“What happened at the warehouse today?” she asked.
“Club business and you don’t need to know.”
Dropping the scissors to the floor, Tate walked out of the bedroom.
Grabbing her clothes she headed toward the door.
“What the f**k are you doing?” he asked, charging for the door. He stood in front of it blocking her exit.
“I’m not going to be one of the sweet-butts you f**k and enjoy. I’m not made like Angel, Rose, and Eva. If I’m going to be part of your life then you need to bring me into your world. You’re going to have to involve me in your world.”
“It’s not how The Skulls work.”
“I know, but if you don’t make changes for us, Murphy, there won’t be an us.” She folded her arms refusing to back down.
“Tate,” he said.
“No, no Tate this or Tate that. It’s pretty simple. You’re going to come home bruised, bleeding, and probably covered in blood, and you’re going to expect me to pretend I didn’t see anything?” Tate stared at him waiting to see her words register to him. “I’m a lot of things, Murphy, but playing dumb is not something I can do. I won’t interfere, and even my dad won’t know what I know. I can do that for you.”
“It’s dangerous.”
“I’ve had a gun pulled on me twice. I need to know what shit is going down, or I walk. That’s my final offer,” she said.
He stared at her. “This is not negotiable?”
“It’s not.”
“Fine, then I don’t want any woman with her lips on yours.”
“Make sure my lips aren’t available for anyone else,” she said, counteracting his argument.
“You’re one tough bitch to please, do you know that?” Murphy asked, smiling.
“I’ll be the only bitch you’ve got to please. You’re not going to get it easy. I grew up with Tiny, remember that. I’ve got his genetics inside me.”
“Don’t I f**king know it.” He took her hand, leading her back to the bathroom. She watched him go under the sink producing a pair of hairdressing shears. “These are for you to finish the job,” he said.
He sat down, staring at her in the reflection of the bathroom mirror.
“The two guys who were shooting at you, we took them to the warehouse.”
“Did they know anything?” she asked.
Murphy told her everything. She saw it in his eyes, the fear he held at what he was doing. Tate knew he hated sharing with her, but it meant so much to her. Also, she knew he wouldn’t be able to handle lying to her. This was their only solution. No matter what he told her, she wouldn’t judge him at all.