Page 54 of Finding Home with You

I close my eyes, pressing my lips against her neck. “It would be better if I didn’t.”

I feel her exhale in my arms before she steps forward and starts to rinse the shampoo from her hair. I let her have a second, watching as she works the suds out.

“So, what happens now?” she eventually asks.

I switch places with her, sticking my head under the water. “Well,” I say, grabbing the shampoo. “Joe’s looking at some other options and tomorrow we’ll sit down with the captain and work out what our next move is.”

“But you’re still looking for Anthony?” she asks, reaching up to help rinse the shampoo from my hair.

“Yeah,” I say. “We really need to find him, Erin. He’s fucking dangerous and I don’t want him out on the streets where he can get to you.”

“Do you really think he’d do that?” she asks.

I run a hand through my hair before stepping forward and sliding my arms around her waist. “I have no idea what he’s fucking capable of,” I say, my eyes locked on hers. “And that’s what scares me more than anything.”

“I don’t think he’d ever hurt me,” she says, slipping her arms around my waist.

“You sure about that?” I ask, knowing he’s likely super pissed off about Erin and I being together. If he’s half as possessive as I know these mob guys are toward their women, then he won’t be happy with the idea of Erin sharing her bed with anyone, regardless of how long it’s been since she shared it with him.

“Yeah,” she says, nodding at the same time.

I stare down at her, wondering how the fuck she can be so sure about that. “You don’t know where we could find him, do you?”

“No,” she says quickly. “Why would I? I haven’t seen him in forever.”

“But you’d tell me if you did, right?” I ask, sliding my hands up her back and pulling her closer. “You’d tell me if he got in touch with you?”

Erin swallows hard. “Of course,” she says, dropping her hands to my ass.

“This is serious, Erin,” I say, even as her nails dig into my skin, pulling me closer.

“I know,” she whispers.

“I won’t let anything happen to you, you know that right?”

She looks up at me. “I do, Ryan. Really,” she says, before pushing up on her toes and kissing me hard.

It’s a diversion tactic, I know that, but I let her have it. This whole weekend, shit, this whole week has already been a complete fucking nightmare. The last thing I want before I have to go back to Boston is to get into an argument about Erin’s ex-boyfriend, who happens to run the mob family that her father once did. The father who’s currently in jail and apparently still keen to talk to the daughter who walked out on her family and everything they stood for nearly ten years ago.

The whole thing is already so surreal that if it wasn’t actually happening, I’d swear it was some over the top Hollywood movie.

So, I let it go, pulling her closer as I deepen the kiss. The moan Erin lets out nearly undoes me and I can feel my cock hardening in response to her warm, wet body in my arms.

“Erin,” I moan, as her hand slides down and grabs my cock.

“What?” she asks, breathless as she continues to kiss me while slowly pumping her hand up and down my shaft.

“Fuck,” is all I can get out as she now drops to her knees and takes my cock in her mouth. My hands slide into her hair, gently guiding her as she starts to suck me off. It feels amazing, her hot wet mouth working me over.

“You okay up there?” Erin asks, running her tongue around the head of my cock.

“Yes,” I bite out. “But we need to get out of this shower.”

Erin murmurs something and then her mouth is gone and she’s standing in front of me, her fingers curled around my cock again as she strokes me.

“Fuck,” I say, “let’s go”.

I gently push her out of the shower, grabbing a towel and half-drying both of us before throwing it on the floor. With a hand between her shoulder blades, I push her forward so she’s bent over the sink, both of us staring at our reflection in the bathroom mirror.

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