Chapter 6 #2
“Language,” he grumbled, but the pleased smirk told me he’d gotten the reaction he wanted. “Do you want me inside you, Pet?”
“As if you need to ask.” I rolled my eyes. “If you don’t get inside me soon, I’ll get one of the guards to do it.”
The slap to my thigh came down hard, and I gasped as pleasure from the sting beelined to my balls and my cock jerked.
“I see you still have that naughty mouth on you, Pet.” His eyes shone, pride dancing in the sea blue depths.
I grinned. “That’s why you like me.”
“Yes. Like you.” He drilled his fingers into my hole, and I gasped, throwing my head back as he brushed over my prostate.
Fuck, I needed this like I needed air. I whined as he pulled his fingers out, but when he spat on his cock and used the excess lube from my hole to stroke his length, I shut right up.
I knew what was coming and really fucking wanted it.
He lined the head up with my hole and the moment he pushed inside me, the world centered on this—on us and the connection he was forming by gently pushing his width into my entrance.
The moment he forced himself past the muscled ring of my hole, everything was perfect.
The way it should be. It was me and him.
Conall Morrissey and Sloan Killough.
I gripped his shoulders desperately, nails digging into his skin, and he dipped down to kiss me again.
I moaned into his mouth as he sucked on my tongue.
All I could concentrate on was the feel of him against me and inside me as he shoved in balls deep.
The sensual burn of his width sent a shiver down my spine, and I whined, rocking my hips back against him.
“Fuck, Boss. Sloan.” I whimpered into his kiss, hungry for more. “Please, fuck me. Move. Do something. It’s been too long. Need you so fucking bad.”
He growled against my lips before moving his hips.
He slowly pulled out until only the head of his cock was inside me, then hammered back in roughly.
The force sent me a little higher up in the bed, and I groaned, raising my arm to press against the wall above my head so I didn’t bash my skull against it.
He curled his arms around my waist, lifting my arse higher.
The new position gave him a different angle, and every time he slammed into my hole, he struck my prostate.
I wriggled, cursing as pleasure exploded in my core.
My stomach clenched and my toes curled. After all these years, he knew exactly what I liked, and he used his knowledge to bring me the kind of ecstasy I’d never felt with another man.
“Sloan,” I pleaded, my voice shaking. My cock dripped with precum, sliding down my length and pooling at my balls.
He swiped a line down my shaft with his finger and sucked the precum into his mouth.
The sight nearly sent me crashing over the edge, and it took every ounce of my self control not to blow my load.
“You’re so pretty, Pet.” He burrowed his face against my neck and laid an array of kisses over my skin.
I tensed as yearning slammed into me. I locked my thighs against his hips, whimpering.
“How am I supposed to survive without you in my bed?” he asked.
Tears of desire built in my eyes, and I grappled at him, holding him as close as possible. I didn’t want to let go, couldn’t let go. This moment was too short, too quick, and if I kept him in my arms, they couldn’t take him from me. I wouldn’t let them. Sloan belonged at home with me and Fionn.
“Sloan,” I whispered, my words trembling harder. “Boss. I need you. I can’t . . . won’t let them take you.”
“Shh, Pet. I’m not going anywhere.” He nuzzled his nose against my collarbone.
“This is only temporary. I promise. I would never leave you. I’m the only one worthy of you.
You’re mine.” He brushed his fingers over my cock and gripped me.
He stroked me in time with his thrusts, and my vision burst with a million stars. My balls drew tightly to my body.
“Please.”
“Tell me what you want, my sweet pet.” He kissed up my neck and across my jaw.
“Come in me. I want to take a piece of you home with me. Need you so fucking bad.”
His mouth returned to mine, and I kissed him with the kind of urgency I might be embarrassed about later, but I didn’t care. Sloan was here with me right now and he was all I could concentrate on.
“Mm. Wait.” He broke our kiss, and I whined when he pulled out of me.
I opened my mouth to protest, but he shifted me until I was on my side and he was behind me, my back pressed against his chest. I raised my knee, and he hooked his arm under it, lining himself at my hole again and plunging inside. We both made a sound of pleasure.
He pegged my prostate even harder than before and wrapped his hand around my cock, stroking me in time with his thrusts. I was so close it hurt, and I reached behind to squeeze his hip.
“I’m going to . . . come.” I bent my arm and bit down on it, pleasure blasting through me until it was difficult to breathe.
Sloan’s warmth at my back was a weighty comfort, and the world around us disappeared.
I whimpered as my orgasm ripped through me and my cock jerked, cum jetting from my slit and across the bed and onto the floor.
Sloan grunted and stilled as heat filled my hole. “Pet.” His voice was soft as he kissed my ear. “So beautiful.”
He relaxed against my back and curled his arm over my waist. He had some cum on his fingers, but neither of us cared as he petted my stomach.
I closed my eyes, hoping to delay the inevitable. I didn’t know how long we had, but I didn’t want to leave. Ever.
“I have decided you’ll marry me.”
I froze, eyes snapping open as his words filtered through my brain. Marry? What the fuck? Smoothing out my features, I gently moved forward so his cock slipped from my hole, then turned to face him. Using his arm as a pillow, I gave him an amused smile. “Have you? Why?”
He pressed his lips together, a sign of his seriousness. “Because as a Killough, you’ll be safe.”
“I’m your pet.” It didn’t matter how he worded it, I knew Sloan too well. He liked to manipulate people into doing his bidding, thinking no one would see the play for what it was. Most didn’t, but I wasn’t most people.
“And you’ll be safer as family.” He said it so matter-of-factly that I held in a laugh. Nice try, Boss.
“Would I, though? Wouldn’t that put me in more danger?”
His eyebrows furrowed. “Possibly.”
I hummed, then shook my head. “Then no.”
He tensed, hurt passing over his face so quickly I nearly missed it. “Pet, this isn’t a question. It’s an order.”
“No.”
He stared at me incredulously. “What?”
I smiled and stroked his cheek, my thumb brushing over the tip of his nose. I mapped his face because I didn’t know when I would see it in person again. “Sloan, if you want me to marry you, then you ask me. Properly. And you do it outside of jail. You propose, romantically.”
His frown deepened. “Pet, don’t—”
“I’m a Killough already. I was a Killough the moment you took me as your pet.
I’m yours and I’m a Company man. My loyalty will always lie with you.
” I tapped him on the nose. “But if you think I’m going to marry you because you ordered it, then you’re a fool and I know you’re not.
” Tears stung my eyes and I blinked, trying to subtly remove them.
I wouldn’t cry. Not here and not now. My heart gave a painful tug.
“You’ll ask me to marry you because you love me. Am I clear?”
He stared at me for what felt like a long time before he relaxed. “Yes, Pet, I understand.”
I grinned and plopped a kiss on his lips. “Now, can we lie here and enjoy each other? I miss you, Boss.”
“I miss you, too.” He dragged me closer, and I sighed, settling my head on his chest. His heart thumped a steady, strong beat, and I liked to think it was for me. I was his heart.
“Pet?”
I hummed in acknowledgement, breathing heavily. My muscles relaxed, my limbs nothing more than jelly. He always knew what I needed.
“You’re hot.” He pressed a hand to my forehead, and I grabbed it, bringing it to my lips so I could kiss it.
“I know.”
Sloan rolled his eyes, mouth twitching. “That’s not what I meant and you know it. Are you sick?”
I shook my head immediately. The less he knew, the better.
His mind should be on getting out of this place, back to me, because that was the only thing that mattered.
“We fucked, Boss. We got physical.” I resisted the urge to start singing the song by Olivia Newton-John because Sloan always huffed at me when I got into the lyrics, which usually happened before a self-defense lesson with Fallon.
“Don’t do it,” he warned, eyes glowing with amusement.
I laughed. “Yeah, yeah. I’m not going to hurt your ears today. I don’t have a fever, I promise.”
I was pretty sure it was a lie, but Sloan believed me because he lay back down and settled.
I didn’t know how long we stayed there, but it was nice. Soothing.
Until the slam of a fist on the door shattered our illusion.
“Killough, get dressed. Sexy time is over. The warden wants you back in your cell.”
I ground my teeth as I glanced up at him. “Can we kill him?”
The corner of Sloan’s mouth ticked up. “No, we can’t. But I promise I won’t be here for long.” Maybe if he said it enough times, I’d believe him. He cupped my cheek and pressed his lips to my forehead. “I’ll be out of here soon. Then, you can have me, and my cock, as much as you want.”
“When you get out, I’m going to tie you to the bed and use you for an entire twenty-four hours. You belong to me,” I teased.
He laughed. “And I’ll be very willing to be there for your pleasure, Pet.”
Fuck. I hoped he wouldn’t be in this dump for long.