46. CHAPTER FORTY-TWO
Ilift out of Jillian, my cock drenched.
My bare cock.
Oh shite…
I didn’t use protection, and I came inside her.
And she still hasn’t picked up her birth control pills.
My heart squeezes. Kids. My family is being overrun with wee-ones from my brothers knocking up their wives like they have breeding kinks.
Not wanting to think about my brothers when I’m dripping with sweat and my cock is pulsing for more sex, I push everyone out of my mind. Except Jillian.
Sweat pours from me, and I don’t know when I had such a great sex workout. This woman destroys me. As I hold her against my chest, I realize she’s become my whole fucking world. That should terrify me, but it doesn’t.
The distance from my brothers helps, not having those brats breathing down my neck every day. But, fuck, I miss them and look forward to a little up-in-my-grill action from them this weekend. I wish Jillian was coming with me. I’d love to lock her in my loft and swallow down her heavy breathing while I fuck her senseless in my bed.
With Jillian purring happily coming down from her orgasms, happy thoughts turn to fury as anger stabs my gut, realizing I have to break it to Kieran and Riordan about her shitty brother Daniel Vance and his little quid pro quo demands.
Because of him, I have to turn around and get my arse back on a plane. I only told them I was sticking around Vegas to clean up Cormac’s loose ends. Including a sit down with Lazaro Scava, the Borgia underboss.
Now I just happen to be conspiring with the Las Vegas D.A. against him. So, yeah, not looking forward to that meeting.
And confess I’m fucking the director’s sister, Cormac’s prosecutor. If Balor hasn’t told them already.
“Can I get you a drink?” I say to Jillian, my hands roaming the skin I exposed.
Her staying partially dressed like this turns me on. Hell, she got under my skin, day one. But something shifted for me tonight. Dancing with her, sharing a meal, this all felt real.
Solid.
I don’t know how my brothers and I manage to fall for women we can’t have. Kieran married his enemy’s daughter for revenge with no intention of love entering the equation. Riordan’s high school crush turned into an FBI spy, and he married her to protect her from the Bratva. Lachlan busted into a Bratva wedding and stole the bride. Darragh stole his twin’s pregnant Bratva girlfriend.
Shoving a hand through my hair, I roll my eyes at how depraved we all are.
Jillian releases a breathy moan of satisfaction, knocking me from thoughts of my brothers’ wives. Other women. There is no other woman for me. Fuck, she’s it.
When she tries to stand up, I wrap my hand around her upper arm. “I help you, understand?”
“You did knock the wind out of me.” She pulls her shirt closed. It never even made it past her tits. “This was fun.”
“Fun?” I puff out my sweaty chest, feeling my heavy cock gearing up for another round. “Where the hell do you think you’re going?”
Her eyes widen. “Home.”
“You leave when I say you leave.”
Looking at me like I’m nuts, she folds her arms. “That’s kidnapping.”
“Turn me in.” I lean into her, her scent knocking me sideways all over again “I dare you.”
When she reaches for the phone on the nightstand, I grab it. “I’m kidding.”
“Me, too. I need mouthwash. Where’s the bathroom?”
“You can use mine with all my crap, or you can take the powder room off the kitchen.”
Shrugging adorably, she steps toward my bathroom. “I don’t mind your crap.”
“Good girl.” I pull her toward me and eye my handiwork: Mussed up hair, smeared lipstick, and mascara stains under her eyes. “Don’t you dare clean yourself up. I did this to you. I want people to see that I’ve done this to you.”
Even if I can’t take credit because we’re fucking in secret.
My comment stiffens her spine like she remembers the whole point of the game was to leave here looking like she does now. Which I fucking love. Even if it’s just to enrage another man, who is also me.
“Control freak.” She wobbles away in those heels, taking my heart with her.
Fuck, she has to get home. I have to get my car.
And pack.
Shite…
Standing in the middle of the bedroom, the walls close in on me. I’m playing a dangerous game with my family’s security.
“Are you okay?” Jillian’s voice turns me around.
I’m still naked and love how she looks at my body. As my brothers inked up their skin, I took a pass. Memories of wrenching pain in my hands and skin, stopped me from getting tattoos every time. The trauma of those horrific hours in the cold, dead woods of Upstate New York never left me. The pain stays shadowed under my skin.
Glancing at the mirror, I’d never be able to pull off this game with Jillian if I had tats.
Maybe all that agony was fate whispering… Just you wait.
“I have to pack for my flight.”
Nodding, Jillian rubs her arms. “Then let me get out of your hair.”
“I would love it if you came with me.” Uneasiness crawls over me, leaving her alone in the city.
“Why?” She drops her hands to her sides.
“Because I like you.”
Laughing, she says, “You don’t like me. You like controlling me.”
For a second, I wonder if she’s right. Where is all this obsession coming from?
My eyes roam her body, and every inch sparks heat in my chest. Even that mouth. Especially that fucking mouth that felt like heaven around my cock.
“Maybe it’s both. I need to be in control.”
It’s not just lust. I wanted her like I’ve never wanted anything. A car. A suit. A woman.
But why her? She lives three thousand miles away and has dedicated her life and her career ambition to putting people like me behind bars. She almost had Cormac doing time.
“Besides, I have plans this weekend,” Jillian softens her refusal after I’ve gone silent.
Plans.
Plans to hook up with Johnny.
Who won’t be here.
I chuckle inwardly. “I’ll walk you down to your car.”
“You don’t have to do that.”
Damn strong woman. My look of disapproval has her exhaling.
“Fine.” She looks around. “Do you need help packing?”
“You’d help me pack?”
Shrugging, she says, “Sure.”
“Why?”
She bites her lower lip, struggling for an answer as I hover over her.
“Because you like me?” I ask.
“I like this.” She palms my limp dick.
“Keep your hands there, and I won’t let you leave.” I wrinkle my nose at her.
“Maniac.” She gives a cute squeeze and bounces away.
“You were a virgin two weeks ago. How the hell are you so willing to get railed like this?”
“I was always comfortable with the idea of sex. I read a lot. I’m not sure if you watch television, but cable is soft porn these days.”
“Why hadn’t you slept with anyone else?” The words painfully scrape out of my throat.
“I never had a real boyfriend.” She rocks nervously from side to side. “Law school was tough for me. I struggle with attention deficit. All my energy went to studying. I nearly had a nervous breakdown taking the bar.”
Listening to her feels like my life is unfolding. Unfurling to draw her in.
“Then I worked and worked,” she continues with narrow eyes on me. “I was hoping a certain conviction would get me the promotion I wanted.”
“A conviction I fucked up.” Hearing my voice, I’m shocked at the sorrow-laced tone. “That wasn’t personal. No one was putting my brother in prison.”
“Lucky me, then.”
“Aye, lucky you.”
With nothing else to say, I put on gray sweats, a Harvard T-shirt, and sneakers to walk Jillian to her car.
A car I’ve wired up with a tracking device will take her home to an apartment I’ve rigged with cameras, to wear panties I’ve sniffed, and drink coffee with milk I’ve made sure hasn’t gone bad.
Dread pools low in my gut, realizing how hard I’ve fallen for a lawyer who knows how illegal my obsessive behavior really is.