Page 39 of One Kill

Mama: Yeah.

I swear, I need to teach her basic social skills.

Me: Hallie is going to the movies with her friend Bridge. Come by after seven.

Mama: K.

I decide in that moment that I’m going to fuck the one-word answers right out of her. Tonight.

Chapter Eighteen

J

ThepeopleMurphyworksfor want to kill me. Two days ago, when I last came to New Jersey, they almost succeeded. Well, they tried anyway.

After all these years of staying off their radar, I’ve fucked up. I got too confident in my ability to do it all and allowed the thought of the family I never believed possible to cloud my judgment. Not that I’d have it any other way. Knowing Hallie and having Murphy back in my life are two things that I’ll always treasure.

I just kinda wish I had been a bit more vigilant to begin with.

The thing is, they have a life here, and Hallie has friends; persuading them to move to New York because it’s safer for them is gonna be a feat in itself. It may only be the next state over, but I have resources there, I have access to any number of things and people that can make sure my family isn’t in harm’s way like they are now. Which is absolutely my fault, but I’m trying to fix it.

Until the Irish mob problem is over, Marco—or more like River—has insisted that Murph, Hallie, and I move in with them in their huge mansion of a building opposite Central Park. While that wouldn’t be my first option, it’s the best one I have, and I’ve been assured that we’ll still have our privacy for however long I need it.

When I finally let my Reapers in on what was going on, after we discovered the hit on me, Fizz and Shoo tried to persuade me to take Murph and Hal to the Reapers’ clubhouse. I won’t lie, I thought about it as an option, quickly ruling it out when Flower came back from a cleanup smelling like disinfectant with splashes of blood on her cheek. She had insisted on doing a cleanup job on her own after being away in Barbados with her girlfriend for the last three weeks, said she had missed the precision needed on a job like that.

All these thoughts are swirling around my head as I pull up in front of Murphy’s house in the stupid truck from the Reapers’ garage. It’s big and clunky and nothing at all like the freedom of riding my bike, however, the truck is easier to navigate on the icy roads in this weather. Only a few more weeks and spring should finally be hitting us, but I know I’m gonna be gutted about losing my bike all over again when the ice begins to thaw.

With a deep breath, I jump out of the truck and walk up the short path to Murphy’s forest-green front door, my boots crunching the ice into the pavement. Before I have a chance to knock, the door is open and there stands a smiling Murphy dressed in my favorite outfit of his…

Absolutely fuck all.

His brown eyes bore into mine, his chestnut hair falling into his face, and he holds a hand out to grab mine, pulling me into him.

“Come here, Jaybear.”

Everything I need to say to him flies out of my head, replaced by the need to get as naked as Murphy is as he devours my mouth. His tongue slides against mine, his hand grips my braided hair, and the door clicks closed behind us. Even when he grips me tightly, his touch is kind, gentle, and full of love. The hand not tangled in my hair is caressing my back, squeezing my ass, cupping my breast, moving everywhere he can reach without pause, and I moan into his mouth.

“Too many clothes.” Lips still locked as best we can, we both attempt to undress me as quickly as possible. He chuckles, his bare chest vibrating against my now-bare one, and I shudder at the contact as I toe my boots off and step out of my jeans.

The urgency in being naked and close to Murphy is like nothing else. He’s intoxicating and I need to taste more than his mouth. Switching positions, I slam Murph back against the door and drop to my knees, my face now level with his thick, hard cock. I wrap my palm around the base, pumping slowly as I lick at his balls with the tip of my tongue.

The groan that escapes him is sexy as fuck, encouraging me to pump harder. His hands fist at my hair, fingers digging into my scalp as I suck the tip of his cock into my mouth, flicking at the end with my tongue.

“Fuck, J.” His voice is a deep rumble, full of sex and lust, heating my core and making me pulse with need.

I move faster, taking him to the back of my throat until he pulls my head back, the sharp sting of pain in my hair setting me on fire for him.

“I need to be inside you.” He tries to pull me up quickly but I raise an eyebrow, licking the tip of his cock again before slowly rising, brushing my chest up against him and slightly tilting my head up to meet his gaze.

“Come and get me.” I wink before turning and taking measured steps toward the stairs, kneeling once I’m halfway up and pointing my ass in the air, my pussy on full show for him. Looking over my shoulder, I see him now standing at the bottom, his chest heaving, his eyes on mine as a grin takes over his face.

“You’re fucking beautiful.” Murph moves up the few steps to me, stopping when he’s level with my pussy and groans before sucking my clit. “And you taste fucking delicious.”

I push back onto his face when I feel two of his thick digits entering me, in and out, yet it’s not enough. I rock against his mouth and fingers, chasing the orgasm that’s so so close, making my whole body alight with flames. Then it hits and I yell out, “Yeessss!”

His light chuckle against my pussy vibrates through me, causing the aftershock of my orgasm to intensify and I shudder. “Fuuuuck.”

Before I can get comfortable or move to make him chase me some more, his thick cock is nudging at my entrance. I don’t give him a chance to enter me slowly, taking his sweet-ass time. Instead, I push back, hard and fast, causing us both to moan out loud. With no teenager in the house, I don’t have to hold back my screams.

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