Chapter Thirty-Two
Dread
Lunch with Caity was more fun than I’d expected. The woman might be in her fifties, but she was gorgeous. That red hair did it for me. I was a sucker for a redhead.
My first look at her had my dick waking up and looking for a nice warm spot to enjoy. But the moment Cian walked out of his office, and I saw the way they looked at each other, I knew I’d never convince her to fuck me.
Fucking shame.
“I need to get back to the office,” she said, pulling out her wallet.
“What the fuck are you doing?”
She looked up at me and smiled. “Putting some money on the table.”
I placed my hand on my chest. “You wound me, woman.”
Caity laughed and shook her head. “Lucy won’t let either of us pay for lunch—well, at least not with money.” She waggled her eyebrows at me, and my gaze went to the door leading to the kitchen. Yeah, I could definitely pay for lunch with a few orgasms. “This is for the server.”
I grabbed my wallet and threw a couple of hundreds on the table. “I got it.” I stood and held out my hand. She bit her lip and took it, letting me help her to her feet. Then she took a step forward and kissed my cheek, waking my dick up even more. God, I wanted this woman.
“Thank you. I hope you’re able to find Darcy’s grave and give us all some closure.”
“I always find what I’m looking for. And right now,” I said, glancing at the door, then back to Caity, “I’m gonna find me a cougar.” I winked, and she shook her head at my antics.
“It was nice to meet you, Dread. Go take care of my friend.”
I watched Caity leave, my eyes on her round ass as it swayed in the fitted skirt she wore. Cian McCarthy was a lucky son of a bitch.
I turned toward the kitchen and rubbed my hands together. Pushing the door open, I searched the room for my prey. Her eyes met mine, and they lit up like a fucking beacon. Oh yeah, she was into it.
Lucy Travers whispered to one of her chefs and sauntered in my direction. “Can I help you?”
“You sure can.” I gave her a smile that was sure to drop her panties at my feet.
“Follow me.”
I walked behind Lucy, my eyes on her ass. What could I say? I was an ass man. There was nothing sexier than a full, round set of cheeks, big enough to grab onto while I fucked a woman.
I didn’t go for skinny chicks. I had some standards. I wanted a woman with more cushion for the pushin’. She unlocked her office door, and I squeezed through the opening, making sure she felt how hard I was as I rubbed up against her.
She closed the door and locked it, and I pounced. I pushed her front against the door and sealed my lips to her neck. My hand reached around and grabbed her ample tits through her chef’s coat. I wasn’t wasting time. I still had a job to do.
I swung her around so her back was against the door, and dropped to my knees. She smelled of spices and sin. I quickly pulled her pants down with her panties and leaned forward, inhaling her scent.
“Fuck, you smell delicious.”
I shoved her jacket up to her waist and pushed my tongue between the lips of her pussy. Then I grabbed a leg, threw it over my shoulder, and dove in further. Licking and sucking as she whimpered and moaned. One hand held her jacket up, while the other fisted my hair.
On my knees in front of this woman, my thoughts were on the gorgeous redhead I’d had lunch with but would never taste. My dick wanted to punch through my zipper as I thought about Caitlin Kelley.
Was it wrong to picture another woman while having sex? Probably, but I wasn’t a saint. I never claimed to be, and I never wanted to be one.
Lucy’s moans grew louder, and I wondered if the entire restaurant could hear us. Not that I cared. I wouldn’t be here much longer. I was still here for one reason and one reason only.
To get my dick wet.
I shoved two fingers into Lucy’s wet snatch, pumping and twisting, searching for that spot that would set her off and have her coming on my face.
One thing I’d learned about older women: They might take a little longer to get there, but fuck me, when they did. When a woman in her forties or fifties came, it was like a fucking monsoon.
“Come for me, babe,” I said in a gravelly voice that drove women wild. I looked up at her, watching her face but picturing Caity’s. I bet that woman was hot when she came.
Her red hair falling in her face as she rode my dick. The same dark red hair wrapped around my hand as I fucked her from behind. God, if Lucy didn’t come soon, I would embarrass myself.
“Yes, yes, right there. Don’t stop,” she cried, and I knew she was close. I doubled my efforts, sucking her clit between my lips as I rubbed that tender spot inside her.
Her pussy clamped down on my fingers. The hand she had in my hair pulled so hard that I was afraid she’d take it with her. She screamed my name and her cream flooded over my tongue. I lapped it up like a starving kitten.
I stood up and took her face in my hands, sealing my lips to her, letting her taste what I had. She moaned into my mouth and reached for my belt. The speed at which she had my pants around my ankles was impressive.
I quickly slid on a condom and lifted her up. She wrapped her legs around my waist, and I slammed into her. Her gasp was loud, and the back of her head thumped against the door as she rode my dick.
This was what I loved about older women. I didn’t have to work as hard. Their sex drive was heightened. Something about hormones. They fucked like a teenage boy, never getting enough.
Lucy dug her heels into my back, her hands clasped together behind my neck as she leaned back and bounced on my dick.
“That’s it, babe. Take what you need.”
“Dread, oh God. Fuck me.”
I carried her to the desk. With one hand on her ass, I swiped the desk clear with the other and laid her down. I lifted her legs in the air and thrust in and out, picking up speed with every sound that spilled from her.
“Come on, babe, let the whole fucking restaurant hear how good you’re gettin’ it. Scream for me when you come on my dick.”
I reached forward and pinched her nipple, tugging and twisting it. I felt her walls start to flutter, and I moved faster, my rhythm thrown off by the force of her movements.
“DREAD!” she screamed as her whole body stiffened. Her pussy squeezed my dick so fucking hard I had to stop moving. Just the force of her walls tightening around me had me shooting my load into the condom.
“Fuck, babe.”
Lucy giggled, and it never ceased to turn me on when a woman laughed after sex. That the joy I’d just given her was so fucking strong it spilled out.
I pinched the base of my dick, holding the condom in place as I slipped out of her. Dropping to my knees, I cleaned her up the best way I knew how. In only minutes she was coming for the third time.
“Stop, please.” Her knees clamped around my head, and I couldn’t help but laugh. “It’s too sensitive.”
I stood up, removing the condom and tying it up. I tossed it in the trash can and said, “Just making sure you got your money’s worth.”
That line always had the possibility of going the wrong way, but when Lucy laughed and asked, “Did you?” as she smiled at me, I knew she got it.
“A fantastic lunch, and even better dessert? Fuck yeah, I did.” Lucy lay naked, sprawled out on her desk as I pulled up my jeans and buckled my belt.
I grabbed her clothes and held my hand out to her. She waved me off.
“I’m gonna lie here a bit. No way can I go back out there right now.”
In my head, I patted myself on the back for a job well done.
“You mind slipping out the back?” she asked
The woman read my mind. I smiled and said, “Don’t mind at all.”
I leaned over and kissed her one more time. “Maybe I’ll see you again if I’m in Boston.”
“Anytime, Dread. Dinner’s on me.” She smiled, and I slipped out of her office. I ran into a server who stared at me with lust in her eyes.
She bit her lip, and I looked at my watch. “Sorry, babe. I got a plane to catch.”
The disappointment was clear. For us both. I slipped into the alley behind the restaurant and made my way back to my bike. The area was a combination of commercial and residential buildings, and as I turned to walk down another alley that would lead me to the street, I froze.
“Son of a bitch,” I whispered.
I ducked behind the dumpster so I wouldn’t be seen by Sylvia St. James. The world believed she was dead, yet here she was in fucking Boston of all places. She slipped around the building, and I’d planned to follow her, knowing I’d never catch my flight, when I heard a scream.
I pulled my gun from the holster inside my coat and moved quietly into the building. The sound of fighting came from below me, and I slipped quietly down the stairs to the basement apartment.
I peered around the partially open door and found Tyran Fitzpatrick beating the hell out of Cian McCarthy. I wasn’t proud of it, but for a split second my mind went to Caity, and the fact that if Cian was dead, she’d be available.
I’d done my research on the O’Malley family. I knew all about them. And I knew that Tyran Fitzpatrick had betrayed his best friend and was on the run. Knowing Sylvia St. James had just walked out of the building told me she was the one helping him hide.
“You think you’re so tough?” Tyran said, he turned to search the room, and I slipped back behind the door. “Let’s see how you hold up against this.”
When I looked again, Tyran had a table leg raised over his head. I didn’t think; I never did when it was a clear case of right and wrong. I lifted my gun and put a bullet in the back of his head.
He dropped like a rock, hitting the ground with a loud thud. I quickly put two more in his chest and rushed to Cian, feeling for a pulse.
“Cian, come on, man, stay with me.”
I pulled out my phone and called an ambulance. This wasn’t the kind of shit you dealt with on your own. His arms and legs had been sliced open, and his stomach was bleeding uncontrollably. His face was bloody and swollen.
“Cian, it’s Dread. Hang on, man.”
I untied his wrists, and he fell into my arms. His body went stiff, and he looked up at me. “Maddie,” he rasped.
“What, Cian? What about Maddie?” Maddie was Caity’s daughter.
“T-tell the... Rus-Russian...”
“What, Cian? Tell the Russian what?” I smacked the side of his face trying to keep him from passing out.
“D-don’t... Maddie... hospital.”
“What? Cian, come on, man, stay with me. If you die, I’m gonna fuck your woman.” His eyes snapped open, and he glared at me. “What about Maddie, Cian?”
“Hospital... trap... mother.”
His eyes closed and his head lolled to the side. I felt for a pulse and found it just as the paramedics arrived.
“His pulse is weak, but it’s there.”
The police filed in after the EMTs, and I recognized one of the officers. I pulled Officer Murphy aside. “I have to go to the hospital with him,” I whispered. “I need to talk to O’Malley first.”
Murphy nodded and led me upstairs. Caity would be devastated if he didn’t make it. But, like the asshole I was, the thought crossed my mind that I’d be there to comfort her in her grief.