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But what he did next shocked her to her core. He kissed her wounds. Then he said in a voice so heavy with emotion she felt her own tears gather in her eyes and then seep to her cheeks, “You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever met.

You skin is flawless and so smooth. It’s warm and soft. I want to make love to you, Caitlynne.”

He laved his tongue over her nipple and then blew his warm breath over it.

She felt her entire breast tighten and feel full. When he suckled the hard bud into his mouth, rolling and twisting it with his tongue, she moaned. Cait was nearly ready to throw him to his back and impale herself on him.

“Grant, please. I need you. I want you now. Please?” She had never begged for anything in her life. This was a good time to start.

“I want to taste you, O’Malley. I want to lick your pretty pussy until you fill me with your cream. Then I want to make love to you until you scream with your release.”

He moved down her body before she could say anything. Not that she thought she could make a comment. Once he touched her with his mouth, the world around them faded away.

Spencer and his quick tongue whorled in her belly button then took her tiny ring into his mouth and gently tugged. She sat up straight on the bed. Her navel had always been sensitive and since putting the ring there, it was twice as bad.

But him using his tongue on her nearly shot her through the roof.

“Spencer, please!” She was begging and sobbing now. Her need for him was making her toss her head back and forth and clutch the sheets to hang on.

Sitting up quickly, Spencer opened his zipper and jerked his pants down. His cock sprang free, a long stream of pre-cum already lubricating the tip of his thick shaft. She leaned forward to lick the bead of cream, but he stopped her before she could.

“You do that and I’m finished. I’m on a hair trigger here, O’Malley, and one swipe of your hot tongue and I’m coming all over you. I want to be inside of you.

And putting on the condom is going to be chancy.” She giggled slightly and so did he.

It seemed to take the edge off their needs and he reached over her to grab a small foil pack. He got slightly sidetracked when he licked her nipple again and then paused to suckle it.

“Grant, please.” She took the condom from him and when he sat up again, she slipped it over the tip and he helped her roll it down over him. Her hands were shaky and she kept fumbling. His cock pulsed in her hand, hot and heavy.

“It’s been a while for me, love. A long while, actually. So I’m telling you sorry now if I don’t perform up to my usually magnificent self. But I’ll make it up to you later.”

Laughing, she told him, “Me too. And I don’t own any toys to take the edge off. I know that’s the new thing, but I don’t. But I want you inside of me.” He pushed her back against the pillow and looked at her spread before him.

Slowly, he ran his fingers up her thighs and just over her mound. She jerked hard up to his questing finger and whimpered when he made another pass.

Covering her with his body, he pulled hard on her nipple and fisted his cock with a firm grip. Then he lined himself up to the mouth of her heat and nudged her clit with the tip of his cock. She felt her pussy weep heavy for him.

“Please, now. I’m begging you. Fill me, Grant. Now.” And he did.

A hard thrust forward and she was stretched taut; her body screamed at the pleasure-pain. Even as he filled her, she marveled at how well he fit, how well they fit. And when he moved inside of her, slowly at first, his face showed the strain he was using not to hurt her. Wrapping her legs around his hips, she shifted and took him deeper.

Digging her heels into his firm ass, she grabbed his biceps and surged up every time he moved downward. His thrusts were firm and hard, getting faster and deeper with every dip into her. She knew that he was getting close when his movements became frantic against her. Suddenly, her climax seized her. It came out of nowhere, tightening her sheath around him. When she screamed out his name, she felt him shift again. He was pounding now, hitting the bundle of nerves inside her with a hard beat that drew her close again. When his fingers reached down between them and he scraped his nail over her clit, she cried out and came again. Suddenly, he froze and even with the latex barrier, Cait felt him come. He shouted out his own release, his voice harsh and long.

Even as her mind and body blurred out, she felt him drop nearly onto her then roll at the last second to the side. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her over him, his cock still tight inside of her. When he covered them with a blanket, she barely registered it, but snuggled deeper into his warmth.

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Spencer woke with a start to a dark room and nearly rolled out of bed when the woman in his arms stirred slightly. O’Malley. Pulling her tighter to his body, he wrapped one of his legs along her other one and smiled.

Christ almighty, she was wonderful. His cock twitched and jerked when he thought about how she had taken him. Well, he took her, he supposed.

Realizing he still had the condom on, he gently slid out from under her and grinned when she reached for him even in her sleep. With a quick kiss on the mouth, he stood and hurried to the master bath. After disposing of the used condom and washing his hands, he looked in the large mirror over the sink.

He looked like a completely fucked man. He could see the sappy grin and the satisfied look in his eye. Hell, he had seen both looks on his brother’s face so much lately that he knew it as well as his own.

He was still standing there grinning like an idiot when Cait’s arm slipped around his waist from behind and she squeezed him. He laid his hand over her arm and pulled her closer. “Are you all right? I know for a fact that I’ve never felt better. You look beautiful, so beautiful,” he said when he turned and took her into his arms. She felt right there, like she was made for the sole purpose to fit against him.

“Yes. I feel really good. I’d like a shower before I go, is that all right? I won’t be long.” She started to pull away, but he tightened his hold.

“Sure. But you’re not going anywhere just yet. I still have a full case of protection in there and I’ve not heard my name but once or twice yet. Stay with me, O’Malley. Meggie is at my brother’s and I don’t have to get her until late.

Please?” He pressed her against the shower stall and began kissing her, not giving her a chance to tell him no. Reaching in behind her, he turned on the taps to the water. When steam started to bellow out, he guided her inside with a press of his body.

Spencer pulled away as the water sluiced over them. He thought she was a little tender knowing he had not really been as gentle as he had wished. He reached over her head for the large sponge and the bottle of his liquid soap, thinking he would have to start buying her things to set next to his. Then smiling, he thought he wouldn’t mind her smelling like him. He began filling the sponge with soap as he spoke.

“Tell me something about Caitlynne O’Malley. Anything.” He rubbed the sponge down her spine as she bent over and reached for his shampoo.

When she looked back at him over her butt, he wondered how his tongue had gotten so thick and his mouth so dry. It was all he could do not to plunge his now hard cock deep into her opening. Breathing hard, he tried to remember why he couldn’t when she started talking to him.

“I had a cat when I was a little girl. His name was Princess Sparky. I’m not sure why right now, other than the fact that I always made him wear this pink tiara all the time. He was a huge cat too. We were inseparable. I have some cousins. Two boys who were all older than me and loved to torment Princess and me. It got so bad one summer day that I walked to the police station to see my dad. I had decided that I was going to file a complaint against my cousins.”

“How old where you?” He had moved from scrubbing her back to taking over washing her hair. It felt like spun silk; its heavy mass cascaded down her back in a long, wet coil.

“Five, I think. My dad died when I was six, so it was close to then. He sat me down in one of those chairs across from him and took out a pad of paper and an ink pen. He was getting serious with me, something he knew that I would pay attention to. He started writing things down and asking me questions at the same time. I doubt it was anything more than a duty roster or something, but him putting it on a clip board made it seem so important to me. But it was the way he asked the questions that impressed me. They were standard questions I’ve asked thousands of times—name of person, Jacob and Timothy Shamus. He asked for their address and I remember looking at him so seriously and telling him he knew where they lived, with Uncle Samuel. Then he asked how I wanted them punished—death by firing squad, poisoned, or hanged. I said that I didn’t want them dead, just punished. He told me that when people hurt his little girl, he had no choice but to kill them. That’s what daddies did when their little girls filed a complaint. I remember sitting there thinking hard as Princess paced the room. Finally, the big, stupid cat jumped into my lap and looked me right in the eyes. I swear, Grant, I thought he was saying, ‘is it really that bad.’ ‘Maybe,’ I said to my daddy, ‘you can teach me how to fight back.’ The next afternoon he signed me up for self-defense classes. Uncle Paddy made sure I got to every one of them.”

He pulled her to him. Even with her back to his front, he knew she was crying. He felt a few tears in his eyes as well.

“I’m sorry, baby. I didn’t mean to make you sad. I just wanted to get to know you better.”

“I’m not sad. Well, not too sad anyway. I loved my daddy very much. And even though we had very little time together, we lived each day to the fullest.”

“I can’t believe your dad let you name that poor male cat Princess Sparky.

No wonder your cousins made fun of you.” She laughed as he hoped she would.

Standing there with the water running over them, she reached behind her and cupped his cock. He moved hard against her hand and need rushed though him again. He was taking his time this round even if it killed him.

Guiding her to the bench in the shower, he gently pushed her forward until her hands rested on the seat. Backing away two steps to look at her, his cock wept a little in anticipation of being inside of her again. But he had other plans.

Dropping to his knees behind her, he ran his hands up her calves to her knees and spread her feet apart. Her pink pussy lips glistened before him.

Groaning at her scent, even with the water rushing over them, he leaned in and licked into her heat.

She nearly stood up, but his sharp “no” had her back into place. Moving deeper between her thighs, he pressed his tongue deep into her and lapped at her. Her thighs trembled and while he enjoyed having her open for him, he felt he was not getting as much as he wanted of her. She turned around when he pulled away and he sat her down on the beach, widening her legs as he pushed forward. Cupping her ass and pulling her closer to the edge, he buried his mouth over her.

Spencer had had oral sex before and had enjoyed it. But when O’Malley gripped the back of his head by tangling her fingers in his hair and pulled him hard against her, he nearly came all over the shower floor. Christ, but she was wonderful.

Licking and lapping, he avoided her clit as much as she would let him. He did brush against it with his tongue a couple of times, and she would cry out.

The third time he did it; he pulled the tiny bud into his mouth and sucked it hard against the roof of his mouth as he tormented the little slit below it with his tongue. He slid two fingers into her sheath and spread them wide, touching her sweet spot with every pass. She nearly knocked him over with the force of her climax when it hit. Her juices flooded his mouth and he moaned at the taste. He kept fucking her with his fingers and tongue until he brought her to peak twice more in rapid succession.

When she jerked his head away from her, begging him to stop, he stood, turned off the water, and picked her up. Not bothering with towels, he took her to the bed and laid her down. She looked up at him and he pulled out a foil packet and handed it to her.

“Hurry. Please hurry. I need to be inside of you five minutes ago.” She had the condom on in record time and lay back, spreading her legs wide to accept him.

His cock jerked hard and he knew he would never last once he was inside of her. Dropping down between her legs, he rocked into her and moaned. Heat, hot as lava and silky smooth, gripped him. Moving out of her to the tip of his engorged cock, he slammed forward and felt her pull him tighter inside of her.

Primal need, the need to conquer, to claim, and to mark washed over him and he slammed into her again and again. She surged up with every one of his strokes until he could no longer tell her movements from his.

When he came, he roared out his release. His body spurted and jerked into her, and he knew that he had never felt this powerful of a release before and that he would never again with any other woman. Falling forward, and then rolling to his back, his last thought was that he loved Cait O’Malley.

~CHAPTER 12~

Cait woke to the sound of snoring. It was not a harsh or even a loud snore, but more of an exhausted breathing snore. She smiled as she tumbled out of bed.

It took her several minutes to find her pants and several more before she found her guns. He must have gotten up sometime after they had gone back to bed after their romp in the shower and put them between the towels in his linen closet. She thought about taking a shower, but thought it would wake him and then she would never get out of the house. Moving down the stairs, she picked up their clothing, folded his over the banister, and tugged hers on. She was just walking out the front door when the SUV they had taken from the restaurant pulled up.

“Hi, Cait. I have to get going so can you take Meggie inside? I have a client at the jail waiting for me and I’m running behind,” Ronnie Grant said as she unbuckled Meggie from her car seat. Once the little girl hit the ground, she was running toward Cait at full tilt.