Chapter 2 #2
I spread his legs and settled between them so I could kiss him. He whimpered into my mouth, hands clasping my face urgently. There were so many things I wanted to say to him.
But I couldn’t tell him how I felt, not when the situation was so volatile. I needed to stay strong, weather the storm, and then I’d tell him everything. Hell, I’d get on one knee and make him mine in name, too.
I pressed my forehead against his and breathed him in, locking his scent into my memory vault. I didn’t want to forget anything about this man beneath me and how responsive he was to my touch, to my kisses. He made me vulnerable, but I welcomed it.
“Don’t,” Conall whispered.
“What?” I brushed my nose over his cheek and smoothed my hands along his thighs and hips.
“Don’t kiss me like this will be the last time.” He stroked his mouth over mine again, wild and desperate, and I soaked in his chaotic energy. “You’re Sloan Killough. We’ll handle it, whatever it ends up being.”
“This will never be the last time,” I murmured against his lips. “If one of us died, I’d find you in whatever afterlife there was and make you mine again.”
“Good, because on whatever plane of existence there is, Sir, I am yours. I’m Conall Morrissey, Pet to the greatest mob boss that ever existed. Every breath I take belongs to you, every move I make is because I long to be closer to you.”
“Aren’t you a romantic, Pet?” I kissed across his chin and down his neck, licking the spot where the collar met his skin.
I rocked my hips, and he groaned. If it was going to be a while before we had sex again, I wanted to make this one count.
I sucked on his throat right above his collar and the whine that spilled from him worked its way to my balls.
“I’m going to leave a reminder of me on every inch of your body. ”
I sat back on my knees and helped him push his legs to his chest again. I began to move, dragging my cock out of his hole before thrusting back inside. We both groaned. His tightness pressed in around me, his warmth enveloping me. There was sex, then there was this.
Us.
Together.
He buried his face between his knees, sobbing with need and pleasure as I drove my length into him and pulled out again.
Sweat beaded on my forehead, rolling down to sting my eyes as I kept my gaze on his face, too eager to see every reaction to look away.
My heart pulsated against my ribs in a bruising pace, like it was trying to reach for its owner beneath me.
My injuries from this morning’s fight sent sharp spikes of pain through me, but the feeling was insignificant compared to how my body reacted to being inside Conall.
“Come apart for me, Pet.”
Faster.
Harder.
My cock drove into him.
“Give me what I need. Touch yourself,” I ordered.
He shuddered and spat in his hand, reaching between his legs for his cock. He stroked himself in time with my thrusts, panting. “So close, Sir. So fucking close.”
I never wanted this moment to end. He was my past, my present, and my future. My forever.
“Come apart for me.” When his orgasm hit, he threw back his head and the curses that left him sizzled my blood. Cum painted his stomach and chest, some landing across his cheeks, and he squeezed tight around me.
Warmth spread through my stomach and lower, and every nerve in my body sang for him.
Pressure built at the base of my spine, and I thrust a few times before the tidal wave of passionate release swept through me.
I stilled inside him as I came, flooding his hole and trembling through the feelings that assaulted me.
Conall stared at me, caressing his fingers over my wrist, hungry for this, for me. “Right there. Sloan. Fill me until I’m leaking. I want to feel you still leaking out of me all day.”
I spread his thighs and fell on top of him, and he wrapped his arms and legs around me tight.
He carded his fingers through my hair, trailing kisses over my sweaty cheeks as exhaustion swept through me.
My injury ached, but the nurses had patched me up, so there wasn’t anything more I could do with it but let it heal.
Conall didn’t need to know something was wrong with me, either.
“You feel so good inside me, Sir. Stay here with me.”
I groaned. “I can’t. Fionn needs me, and I have to handle the cops.”
“Then, let me come with you,” he begged, voice breaking. “Let me be at your side.”
“No, you stay here.” I pushed myself up on my elbows and stroked a line down his temple and cheek. “Listen to me, remember what you promised. If you hear anything has happened to me, you take charge while Fionn’s in the hospital.”
He opened his mouth to argue, but I shushed him with my finger over his lips.
“This is an order, Conall. I don’t know what’s going to happen, and I trust you to take care of the Company.
Hide the guns, destroy the evidence, get some guard dogs, and barricade yourself with men who would die for us.
Cillian and his guys, especially.” I slanted my mouth over his and kissed him gently.
My heart squeezed painfully. “Whatever happens, protect yourself and Fionn. Do what you must. You and Fionn need to come first. You’re my world, and I’d rather see the Company crumble than lose you or my nephew. Understood?”
He exhaled. “Yes, Sir.”
“Good.” I closed my eyes and rested my forehead against his.
No matter what came, Conall could handle it.
The police marched into Fionn’s hospital room later that morning, close to midday, to escort me to the station for questioning.
According to them, they’d found the gun Daire and I had dumped into the garbage can near the hospital, which made the entire situation worse than I’d expected.
My men were supposed to clean up that mess.
Anger surged inside me at their failure.
My fingers itched to crush the men who’d fucked up. I’d annihilate their existence later.
Sitting in the interview room wasn’t a new experience. I’d been in here more than a few times while cops tried to charge me with something. Anything. Their feeble attempts never worked.
The cop in front of me—Detective Samuel Smith—narrowed his eyes.
A scar ran under his lip and I’d always wondered if someone he’d arrested had given it to him.
I’d sure love to hand him another one, or better yet, shatter his nose instead.
“You think we don’t know it was your gun, Killough?
It has your prints on it. They’re in our system. ”
“The chances of finding a print on a gun is low, not to mention you ran them a little too fast,” Cashmore, my lawyer, drawled with an unimpressed glare.
The confidence in his tone verged on cocky.
He was a man who’d won more cases than he’d lost and was paid the big bucks for his talents.
Getting one over the cops was an everyday occurrence for him and the police force hated him. “I think you’re lying to us.”
“We’re not,” Smith growled out, baring his teeth like a rabid animal. I’d enjoy putting him down. “We rushed them and they’re there.”
“If they were there, which I doubt and I will argue this with a judge, by rushing them, you could have made a fatal mistake.” Cashmore crossed his arms over his Kiton suit and tilted his head. “Which could result in an arrest of an innocent man.”
Detective Coulthard, Smith’s counterpart, leaned against the wall to our right, pointedly fiddling with his bushy mustache.
This wasn’t a game of good cop, bad cop.
They were both arseholes. Everyone in the department hated me.
I made their life hell, and having their captain under my thumb only made it harder for them to arrest me.
If they wanted to win against me, they needed their captain to retire and let someone else take on the mantle.
Someone with balls. Which brought up the question, why hadn’t the captain done what we’d paid him for?
I was sure Daire was already investigating that particular mystery.
Coulthard waved his hand dismissively and snorted. “Innocent man? Sloan Killough is anything but.”
Cashmore raised his eyebrows, triumph flashing across his face.
He was a hunter who’d finally tracked down the prey he’d been searching for.
“Is that prejudice I hear? I’m sure a judge would love to hear about the department’s continued harassment against Mr. Killough.
Really, detectives, I thought you were professionals. ”
Smith slapped his hand on the table, making it tremble. “It’s not harassment when there’s evidence. Use your ears, Cashmore. We have his fingerprints on a suspected murder weapon. Not to mention, we have video of him fighting and fleeing the scene.”
Cashmore leaned back in his chair and crossed his legs leisurely, calm and poised with an added smugness that irritated the hell out of the detectives.
“Then you would have seen that it wasn’t my client who used the gun.
My client took his severely injured nephew to the emergency room.
The situation was life or death.” He shook his head.
“This is all very trivial and boring. Any judge would throw this arrest out of court. If we’re finished here—”
“We are not done.” Coulthard stalked across the room and towered over our seated position, using his height to exert power that he didn’t have.
I’d been in these kinds of interviews more than once, and I’d seen the tactics cops used.
Coulthard’s move wasn’t anything new. “We have you on obstruction of governmental administration in the second degree for hindering our investigation at the hospital. And don’t think for a moment we won’t get you on a suspected unlicensed weapon used in a murder.
We’ll run those fingerprints as much as the judge needs us to, but I promise you, Killough, we will put you behind bars. ”
Cashmore opened his mouth, but I held up a hand to him with a smirk. He inclined his head.
Facing Coulthard, I shrugged. “You can try. Arrest me. Throw me in jail, but we all know that what you have, Detective, is at best, superficial, and at worst, forged. The charges won’t stick.”
His upper lip curled as he tugged out a set of handcuffs from the back of his belt. “Sloan Killough, you are under arrest for obstruction of governmental administration in the second degree.” He began to recite my Miranda rights as he rounded the table.
Cashmore’s jaw clenched and his eyes darkened. He leaned over to me. “Don’t say a word. We’ll fight whatever they have and you’ll be out in no time.”
I believed him. Even if they could get the DA to go along with the charges or find a judge to accept them, they had to get through a trial, too. Either way, I’d make people disappear if I had to. Nothing would take me away from my pet.
I suspected news of my arrest would flood the streets fast, and that’s when the real fun and games would begin.
Conall and Fionn were ready.