The belt came off quickly; she must have known that much more and he was going to spill his seed without her. He watched as she dropped to her knees in front of him and unbuttoned his pants and then lowered the zipper slowly.
When she was halfway down, she stopped to kiss the exposed skin.
“O’Malley!” He was not beneath begging at this point. He was not going to last more than ten seconds once her hot mouth covered him. Spencer felt his knees wobble and tremble. His cock sprang free and he moaned. He looked down at his cock and watched as a thick stream of cum leaked from the tip. He wanted her to lick it off, but knew if she did, he would come; that was how close he was to his limit.
His pants were down around his ankles when she stood up. He thought she was going to leave him standing there, but she started to unbutton her shirt quickly. When the shirt joined his on the floor, he growled. She was naked.
“Let me go. Please, O’Malley, let me go so I can fuck you. I want to come in that hot pussy of yours.”
Instead of answering, she dropped to the floor again and pulled him into her mouth. His body surged into the wet heat. While her one hand pumped him, her mouth sucked hard at his bulbous head. When her free hand slid up his thigh, he knew that he was going to come soon, and as soon as she cupped his balls, he did.
With his hands tied behind him, all he could do was pump hard into her.
Her head moving up and down his shaft and her moans urged him on until he emptied himself into her. When she let go of his cock, she leaned back and he could see her glistening pussy open wide. His cock twitched at the sight and he knew that he had to have her.
“Let me go. Now, O’Malley. Untie me.” She looked at him, dazed, and as her fingers trailed along her thigh to her pussy, he almost let her go so that he could watch her. “No! Don’t touch yourself. Let me go. Right now, let me go.” She looked at him and he turned around. As soon as the shirt slipped free of his wrist, he turned around and scooped her up by lifting her under the arms. As soon as her body touched his, his cock jerked to attention and she wrapped her legs around his waist. When she began sliding up and down him, he stopped moving toward the bed and savored the feel of her bare heat on him.
Pulling her away, she whimpered when he pushed her back on the bed, and she started to reach for him again. Backing away from her touch, he grabbed a condom, tore the foil package open with shaky hands, and rolled it over his swollen cock.
“Lie back and spread your legs for me. I want to watch you play with your pussy while I recover. But don’t come, not yet. I just want you to play.”
“I’m close, Grant. I need to come, I’m so close.” Her fingers opened her folds and her clit looked swollen and hard. He wanted to take it into his mouth and suckle it, but he knew for as good as it would feel to have her come in his mouth, his cock needed to be inside her.
“No, I’m going to fuck you hard. And when you come, you are going to scream my name for me. Scream it until you’re hoarse, understand me?”
“Hurry,” she said, and opened her legs further and planted her feet on the bed. Every swipe of her fingers over her pussy, she would surge up a few inches off the bed. Finally, when she touched her clit, she moaned deep. He watched as her juices seeped from her as she thrust two of her fingers from her free hand into her pussy, fucking herself.
Kneeling on the bed between her legs, she looked up at him as she continued to play. Her breasts were heaving and flushed with need. He fisted his rock hard cock and moved it along her fingers. She ran her wet fingers along his tip and pulled him to her opening. Dropping over her, he slammed into her as hard as he could, filling her and stretching her.
Grabbing his shoulders, she clawed down his back and screamed as she surged up with her release. His body rocked again and again, each time she tightened around him, milking him and pulling him deeper. Her second climax had her digging her heels into his thighs as she tried to hang on. When his own release hit him, he pumped into her, short, hard jabs until his emptied himself again.
He dropped onto her when he finished and buried his face into her neck. He promised himself he would move as soon as he caught his breath. He knew he was heavy and probably crushing her. He didn’t remember falling asleep.
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Cait woke to a phone ringing close to her head. The tone was familiar, but her fuzzy mind could not place it. She tried to reach for it, but the heavy body lying across her was not helping. Lifting Spencer’s arm, she slid out of the bed and onto the floor. The room was chilly on her bare body, but she grabbed up his shirt and tugged it over her head as she went to find her pants. She was too late to catch the caller, but needed to go to the bathroom first. She left the bedroom and stepped into the hall when her phone rang again.
“O’Malley. And this had better be good to call me at four-thirty in the fucking morning, you asshole. I’m on leave, remember?” She heard her captain, James Britain, grunt, his version of saying he was sorry, and smiled. She like the old curmudgeon and actually missed him. Too bad her CO was not like this man.
“Martinez is getting out on bail. His bail will be set at ten million, but we both know that don’t mean squat to him. Judge called me this morning and let me know. I tried calling your house and your uncle said you were getting your whistle wet. What the hell does that mean? You finally getting laid, O’Malley?”
“Fuck you. How long do I have? ‘Cause I’m sure you didn’t call me to tell me it’s happening today, did you?” She looked down the hall and saw Meggie coming out of her room.
“On the fourth. You come back here and you might as well sign your own death certificate. Stay there and maybe that uncle of yours can help. I got no one here I trust yet. What is it you wanna do?”
Four days was not a lot of time. Four days for her and untold time for Martinez because she had no doubt he had been working hard at getting her dead.
Anthony Martinez had been arrested right after she had been shot. What they had on him was slim at best and she was surprised that he had been held this long. The gun that Toby had used on her was registered to Martinez, but there were no prints to tie the gun to him other than that. He claimed that the gun had been stolen and he had not reported it because he didn’t know until the police had shown up at his door.
“The trial wasn’t set yet when I talked to you last. Anything on that yet? And do we have anything else to go on?”
“Trial has been set for June tenth. His passport has been taken and his plane grounded. As far as other evidence, yeah. I was able to track down the warehouse, but as you can probably guess, it wasn’t being used when we went in. It was funny how it was clean as a nunnery and all but blessed when ATF
came in. We do have the records, the ones that you found and the ones we got from Cantel’s house. The three witnesses we have, one is you, and the other two are dead. I don’t suppose you know any more.”
“No, not yet. I need a throwaway and a connection. I can take care of the rest. Uncle Paddy doesn’t want me to leave and the captain here is all right. Give him a call for me and set me up. Don’t talk to anyone but him though. I’ve not had any contact and don’t want to start something here my ass can’t pay for.”
“O’Malley, watch your back. You’re a good cop, better detective, but a pain in my ass that I’ve grown to like.”
“Yeah, back at you, shit face. I’ll talk to you in a couple of days.” Cait was sitting on the top step when Meggie sat down next to her and laid her head in Cait’s lap.
“Oh, Meggie. I’m in big trouble here. I’ve fallen in love with your daddy and I’m going to get myself killed. What’s a girl to do?” Cait knew that Meggie could not hear her and that was the point. But she did need to get her to bed. Picking her up as gently as she could, Cait carried the little girl to her room.
~CHAPTER 16~
Spencer woke up and reached for Cait. Sitting up when he felt nothing but cold sheets, he looked around the room and noticed that all her things were gone. Checking his watch, he realized it was much later than he had planned to wake. Rolling out of bed, he went to check on Meggie.
Her room was empty. Well, that wasn’t quite true; there was no one in there.
But he could see that someone had been a little busy though.
Three of the big boxes were now stacked against the wall near the door, empty. There were still five or six left yet to unpack; he was still happy. Walking further into the room, he looked at one of the big bookshelves and saw that many of Meggie’s books were now stacked on the shelves and a lot of her breakable toys now graced the middle shelves. Another bookshelf had dollies and stuffed animals on it. He smiled when he noticed that they were stacked by color, animal and size. He knew who had started on this shelf. O’Malley was organized and maybe a little OCD.
Meggie’s bed was made in the way of a child, covers tossed in the general direction of the bed and pillows half on and half off. Spencer noticed the trash can had hangers sticking out and walked over to see what else might have been tossed when he saw store tags. Shopping. Cait and Meggie had been shopping for summer clothes. Deciding everything was all right, he went back to his room and showered and dressed. He smiled all the way down the big staircase and into the kitchen.
“Good morning, ladies.” They were both sitting at the kitchen table with the TV on but muted with closed captions. Meggie was eating some of the most colorful cereal he had ever seen and Cait was having a glass of water. He kissed Meggie on the head and drew Cait up out of the chair to kiss her too.
“Good morning. I was hoping to wake up before Meggie and make love to you again. What time did she get you up?”
“I got up around four-thirty; she got up around then. We had a nice nap after we worked on the boxes in her room. That was okay, wasn’t it—to put her stuff away? She told me that the decorator was in but left without finishing her bedroom. Meggie said she was tired of tripping over them.” Spencer looked at Meggie, who was completely entranced in the show she was watching. He pulled Cait closer and kissed her full on the mouth. She tasted minty and fresh. Her tongue was warm and he wanted to have more of her.
When she moaned deeply, he realized how much he could come to enjoy having this daily.
“I have to talk to you. My captain called this morning—no, my CO. He’s the reason I woke up. Martinez will be getting out on bail in a few days, on the fourth. His court date is next Thursday and I need to be there. It would be safer for all of you if I…”
He didn’t want to hear this and decided to kiss her instead of listening. He knew that eventually it would no longer work to keep her distracted, but he enjoyed trying. She pushed away from him and frowned up at him.
“Listen, this is serious. Martinez is dangerous and we need to keep diligent.
Captain Britain said that I need to get with the captain here and make sure that everyone is ready. Martinez is a very dangerous man and he wants me dead in the worst way. I have to be gone before he gets here and uses any of you against me.”
Spencer didn’t want her to leave. He was afraid if she did, she wouldn’t return. But he also knew that she was in danger and with her, them. Frowning, he looked at her.
“What do we need to do? I can learn to shoot, and I know that most of my brothers can already. I think it’s a good idea about your uncle and the police force. The more we have working...why are you shaking your head no? You can’t think I’m going to allow you to go...O’Malley, don’t get your panties in a twist. I didn’t mean that the way it sounded.”
He knew better than to try and order her around, but he wanted to protect her. He also knew that in a pinch, she would be the one to do the protecting no matter how much he wanted to think otherwise.
“I do not get my panties in a twist, Grant. And you would do well to remember that in the future. I’m trying to tell you that I can protect myself, but I can’t protect everyone.”
His house phone ringing startled them both and he went to answer it. He knew she was not finished with him and by the look in her eye; it wasn’t going to be pretty. He smiled when his mother was on the other end.
“You know I said to be here at ten. It is now noon. Was there a breakdown in communication somewhere, or am I just getting senile in my dotage?”
“No, ma’am. I’m sorry, I overslept. The good news is Meggie and O’Malley are already dressed and I just need to grab some shorts. We’ll be there in twenty minutes. Can I bring anything?”
“I don’t know what you just agreed for me to go to, but the answer is no,” Cait whispered angrily at him. He grinned and nodded. She glared. It was never going to be a dull moment with her, he thought.
“No, just get your butts over here. And tell Caitlynne O’Malley that I heard her and that if she does not show up with you then I will send her uncle after her. He showed up on time. And her lovely aunt Dee has been very helpful.”
“Hum, Mom, maybe you should tell her. She is none too happy with me right now. Here.” Spencer shoved the phone at Cait and walked away.
Cruel? Of course. But he was only protecting himself from both women.
When she got off the phone, O’Malley wouldn’t even look at him. Gathering up Meggie, she went to the car and got them both in. Spencer counted himself a lucky man; he was out of harm’s way and his mother was happy.
His family had a Memorial Day picnic every year since he had been a little boy. The guest list got longer and the guests more prominent with each passing year. It was mostly because of his brothers and their pursuits.
His brother, Devin, was thinking about running for District Court Judge next term. And Ronnie’s parents, Austin Pride and Ben Kendal, were already considered the richest men in the United States by most financial magazines.
Nicky was also looking into politics. Byron had become more famous over the past few years, and his guests alone had a sheik and two lords.
As soon as they pulled into the yard, they could smell the food. Roasting hog had been going since very early this morning. Large tubs of ice were loaded down with soft drinks and bottled water. There were several open bars set up with a bartender at every one. Food was also in abundance, though most of the dinner items—corn on the cob, potato salad, cole slaw, and different breads would not be out until it got closer to dinner time.