Chapter Nineteen
Amy
The locket swung violently with each of Mitch’s thrusts into my pussy. Air was shunted from my lungs, and my pulse thudded in my ears.
“Fuck yeah…” he moaned again, his fingers pincers on my hips. “Fuck yeah.”
I gasped and took what he gave me. Clearly, being shot hadn’t dampened his enthusiasm for fucking.
“God, yeah, so good,” he moaned, his flesh slapping on mine as he bottomed out each time. “So damn good, baby.”
I closed my eyes and gripped his shaft with my pussy.
He moaned again, a primitive low sound that filled my brain.
“Yes…yes…” I managed. “Oh, Mitch.” With my brow on my right forearm, I sent my left hand between my legs and fretted my clit. I was hungry for everything. Every sensation.
“Hell, yeah, touch yourself, so hot.”
I tensed. He sped up, his cock bashing over my internal pleasure spot with each lunge.
The pressure was building—growing inside me and becoming a big beautiful wave that would crest and tumble me into ecstasy.
I didn’t have to worry about whether or not I would come.
Not with Mitch. He’d make sure I did, every time.
I trusted him to do that, and that was freeing.
Freeing for my mind and body. It was as if he’d given me permission to fly, and now that’s all I wanted to do.
“Ah yeah…fuck, you’re so wet,” he said and then sent one hand up my back to grip my hair. “Wet and hot for it. Come, baby, when you need to.” He yanked my hair, the roots stinging. “Come for Daddy.”
I raised my head, totally owned by him. Dominated by him.
The flesh around my clit was wet with my arousal, and I rubbed with furious speed, taking myself to the point of no return. His cock was so hard, the root stretching my entrance on each plunge.
“Oh…oh…I’m…” I was on the precipice of coming, my arm ached, my hair was being pulled, and I was so damn full of hot, demanding cock.
And then something new, a coolness on my asshole, and then a slim penetration. His finger. Up my butt. “Oh!”
“Come now…” he instructed and his hips thrust even wilder. “Fuck, you’re beautiful like this. Taking me like this.”
The dark and thrilling sensation of having my anus breached while he fucked me so passionately threw me into orgasm.
It was almost unexpected it hit so fast. My entire pelvis suddenly erupted in spasms of ecstasy.
My pussy, my clit, my asshole. I wailed through it, the heat gushing from me and my entire body pulsing.
“Oh…oh my…I…” I cried. “Mitch…I…”
The bliss went on and on, my spine bowing as I rammed back onto him, taking everything he was giving me, and it was a lot and it was fast and furious.
He pushed his finger higher into my ass, and I shook and trembled and clenched. I was out of control, my body barely my own. White-hot heat spread over my skin and Mitch filled my mind. Nothing else existed except him and what he was doing to me.
“Good girl,” he said and released my hair. “You did so well.” He slowed.
I opened my eyes, stared at the floor, and struggled to catch my breath.
He stilled, buried deep, and I stopped fretting my clit and rested my head on my arms. What must I look like to him? Butt in the air with his solid cock in my pussy, still being savaged by powerful aftershocks and his finger up my quivering ass.
“You…you didn’t…” I managed.
“No, I have other plans.” He withdrew his cock and his finger from my body.
I felt bereft and whimpered in complaint.
“Don’t worry, this isn’t over yet.”
I caught my breath and felt more coolness washed over my anus.
And then it dawned on me exactly what his plan was. I twisted to see him. “Are you…but I…?”
“You haven’t had a cock in your ass before?”
“No…I…” I swallowed. His cock was so big, so wide and long. Could I even take it?”
“I’ll be gentle,” he said. “Just trust me.”
I closed my eyes and hung my head again. I did trust him and I did want him to come the way he wanted to.
And my ass…well, it had felt pretty fucking good with his finger up there when I’d come. In fact, it had tipped me into a breath-stealing orgasm pretty damn quickly.
He moved my left buttock outward and touched the tip of his cock to my hole. Like his finger it was cool and slippery with lube.
“Damn it, I’m not going to last long,” he muttered and pushed forward.
I jerked away. I didn’t know why. Instinct perhaps. It was such a new feeling, and his cock felt impossibly wide.
“No, keep still.” He curled a hand over my shoulder, trapping me in place.
I was breathing fast, my pulse thudding. He eased in. His cock widened my hole and filling me with a dense, solid heat.
“Oh…oh, it’s…”
“It’s good, so fucking good.” He groaned. “Your little ass, it’s taking me, fuck…”
I could just imagine his thick, dark shaft disappearing into my depths, my anus stretched thin around him.
I gasped and shook, the sweat on my skin peppering me with a strange mixture of hot and cold.
“Nearly…there…” he moaned.
The stretching was intense, almost to the point of pain, but then his balls were up against my pussy, and the filling became so deep and heavy that I knew he was fully inside me.
“Ah, baby…” He gripped my hips. “This is my fucking wet dream. To be in your ass like this…” He groaned. “And I’m gonna fucking come, like this…” He pulled back a fraction and then sank deep. “Ah yeah…here it is…get ready. Oh God…hell yeah…”
There was no frantic pumping when he came, just a few small movements and then his cock pulsed inside me and he moaned long and low.
I took him, took it all, and my heart squeezed. I wanted to give him everything he wanted. Love him. Pleasure him. Make him feel as safe and adored as he did me.
“You have no idea…” He curled over me, his lips by my ear. “How fucking amazing that was.” He was breathing fast. “I’m gonna be doing that again, lots…fuck yeah.”
And then he withdrew and flopped at my side, on the carpet.
I collapsed half on him with my head on his shoulder, and he pulled me close.
“Next time I’m in your ass,” he said. “You’ll come, too. I think you’ll like that kind of orgasm.”
“I think I like any kind of orgasm you give me.”
He chuckled and held me tighter still. He was quiet for a minute, then, “You know…”
“What?”
“What I told you, about going to get those women, at the farmhouse. It won’t be the last time I get caught up in that sort of thing…with the guys.”
“The twins?”
“Yeah.” He was looking at me in a way that suggested my answer was important.
“Okay,” I said slowly.
“And…well…sometimes there are things I’ve just got to do. It’s the way I’m wired.”
“I understand that.”
“Do you?”
“I think so…or at least I’m trying to.”
He smiled and then kissed me gently. “Thank you.”
* * * *
“Hey, Amy.” Becca waved as she walked into the café, commanding attention from everyone the way she always did. The pale-green dress hugging her curves and her shiny long hair captivated people. The dazzling smile that warmed the room helped, too.
I got up to hug her and then noticed she wasn’t alone.
“Amy, this is Chelsea, a friend of mine.”
“Hi.” A pretty girl, about my age, smiled then sat at the table. “Lovely to meet you.”
“And you.” I was surprised. Becca hadn’t said she was bringing anyone.
“Chelsea is getting married soon.” Becca sat and hung her handbag over the back of the chair. “And on the walk here was the only chance we had to get together about a few details.”
“Oh, congratulations.” I smiled and then poured my tea. “When is the big day?”
“In two months. It’s a whirlwind right now, planning everything. And I really need to get the guest list finalized so I can do the seating plan.”
“Yes, of course.” I nodded seriously. “You need to get that done.”
She withdrew a notebook and a sleek silver pen. “You’ll be there right?” And do you have any dietary requirements.”
“She’s a veggie,” Becca said and picked up the pastry menu.
“I…I…you want me there?” I frowned.
“You’re with Mitch, right?”
“Er…yes.”
“Well, obviously he’s coming. Andrew wants every member of Galahad there.” She wrote my name in her book and then added a big V next to it.
“Galahad?” I turned my attention to Becca. “I don’t understand.”
Becca waved her hand in the air, dismissing my question. “I’m having a slice of Victoria sponge. Anyone else?”
“No, I’m good thanks. Got a wedding dress to get into.” Chelsea laughed. “I’ll only stay a few minutes. I’ve got an appointment with the florist around the corner.”
“Anything for you?” Becca asked me. She stood.
“No, I’ve had some shortbread.”
“Oh yes, they make it fresh here, I might opt for that instead.” She headed to the counter.
I turned back to Chelsea. “You know Mitch then?” He’d never mentioned this charming, well-spoken woman.
“Yes, yes, I haven’t seen him much lately, though. I guess that has something to do with you.” She smiled. “He’s a great guy. Look after him, they don’t come around very often.”
“Looking after him is exactly what I’ve been doing since he got shot.”
“Fuck, of course.” She leaned forward. “How’s he doing? That was awful, but all for a good cause.”
I studied her. How did she know so much about my man? About what had happened when he’d got shot?
A tingle at the base of my neck. Hackles. I wasn’t impressed.
“How do you know Mitch again?” I asked.
“He’s a good friend of Andrew’s, my fiancé. I think they’ve known each other for years, so I see him about. At Rose Cottage when they’re having their secret meetings.” She made air quotes around the last two words.
“Secret meetings?” I frowned.
“Ah, I just leave them to it, for now at least. I have far too much on with this wedding business and getting my theses written.” She flipped her notebook shut and stood. “I’ve got to get to the florist, but it’s been really nice to meet you, Amy. I’ll see you at the wedding if not before.”
“The wedding. Yes, thank you for the invite. I hope the planning goes well.”
She waved to Becca who was paying for her drink and cake. “See you, honey.”
Becca waved.
Chelsea was about to step away but then turned back to me. “Oh, and it’s an autumn-themed wedding, so be inspired by autumn colors for your outfit. I’m asking everyone to do the same. The photos will be divine that way.”
“Yes. Of course.” I nodded and smiled.
Chelsea disappeared, and Becca sat down.
I leaned back and folded my arms. “Okay, start talking. What the hell is Galahad?”
“Ah, yes, Galahad.” She stirred her drink.
“Andrew wants every member of Galahad at the wedding, that’s what Chelsea just said. What and who are Galahad?”
“They’re a group, the twins, Mitch, Andrew, they’re all in it.”
A wave of nausea gripped my stomach. “Like a cult?”
“No. No, not like a cult.” She quickly set her hand over mine. “I promise, not like that.”
“So what like?”
She glanced left and right as though checking for eavesdroppers. “A vigilante group.”
My eyes widened. “A what?” I leaned forward. “I don’t understand. I mean…I knew there was something going on when he got shot and the women they helped. But an organized group?”
“Always good to be organized. And they are. Andrew is a professor of criminology, Dalton a doctor, the twins are marital art experts. Grant is a bank manager, a whiz with finances, Phil built like a brick shithouse, and Jamie…well, Jamie’s just really bloody rich.”
She must have seen the confusion on my face as she rattled off names. “Who are all of these people?”
“They are the ideal group of moralistic, skilled men to dole out justice when the justice system doesn’t. Mitch is another string to their bow.”
“Becca! But…?” My mind was whirring. I knew Mitch had things he had to do but I’d had no idea it was so organized—a vigilante group that consisted of men with equally dark secrets. “How do you justify it in your head, Becca? Them going after criminals without due process? You’re a lawyer.”
“Which means I see assholes getting off when there’s not enough evidence to convict them, even though it’s clear they assaulted, or raped, or even murdered.”
Galahad. The word pinged around my brain. Galahad.
“Did you know…about the twins being part of this, when you started dating them?”
“No.” She sipped her drink. “But it didn’t take long. I was at Rose Cottage, and Chelsea was there, and her brother showed up. He was furious with Andrew, and, well…it came out.”
“Oh, I see.” I paused. “Why was he furious with Andrew?”
“Apart from the fact she’s his student and they were fucking, probably not that ethical, the brother thought Andrew had made a mistake about a hit…a hit on her mother.”
“What!” I couldn’t believe my ears. “They killed Chelsea’s mother?”
“No, no…I said that wrong. Poor woman was already dead, car crash, but her number came up on a phone they’d taken from some asshole. Turned out she was an undercover cop using a fake name.”
“Blimey.” I rubbed my temples. “This is a lot.”
“And Mitch, well, he’s still on the beat, even after years of service, because he keeps pushing it, so Cillian told me.”
“Pushing it?”
“Bending the rules, for Galahad. Doing his own investigations using the police database, not being where he’s supposed to be when he’s supposed to be there, that kind of thing. Knocks him down the career ladder each time he gets his knuckles rapped.”
“I guess.”
“So.” She bit into her cake. “You gonna stick with him now you know all of that?”
I sighed and finished my tea. “I think I knew some of it anyway to be honest, I just didn’t know there were so many of them going on these undercover missions of justice.”
“They’re very loyal to each other.” Again she glanced around. “It was Dalton who saved Mitch, you know, when he got shot.”
“The doctor?”
“Yes.”
“What’s he look like?”
“Er…tall, blond, kind of handsome I suppose. Why?”
“I think I saw him lurking around the hospital when I got there to visit Mitch, after you dropped me off.”
“Possibly, he’ll have wanted to make sure he was getting the best care.”
I leaned forward. Spoke quietly. “Doesn’t it bother you that they carry guns, that they clearly have no qualms about taking out bad guys?”
“After getting kidnapped, no, I’m all for them having guns and taking out bad guys. If they hadn’t that day.” She paused and shuddered. “I don’t know where I’d be or the other three girls who were saved.”
“Three girls?” I raised my eyebrows.
“Yes, two have gone home, to Romania. The third, Sorenna, she’s still at Rose Cottage, can’t go back.
” She smiled. “To be honest, I think Jamie is quite happy about that, he seems to have a soft spot for her. Maybe she’ll still be around for the wedding.
That would be nice for him to have a plus-one. ”