Murphy (The Skulls) Page 9

  “What about Tate?”

  “The club came first, and I broke my promise. You knew what I was like, Killer. I fucked any woman I wanted. I was a monster. ”

  “What are your thoughts now?” Killer asked.

  “I’ve got to win her back. For the past couple of years I’ve stood back and watched her grieve and change. I can’t let her go, Killer.”

  They were silent as they finished their smokes.

  “How come you don’t feel betrayed by me?” Murphy asked, getting up.

  “You didn’t turn your back on the club, Murphy. I wasn’t there when the shooting went down, but I knew you’d be the kind of person I’d want to be joined with. The Skulls are bastards, and yet, there’s a sense of friendship and support. You don’t turn on each other. I want that.”

  Killer grabbed the clothes, and they headed down to the lobby.

  Angel and Lash were wrapped around each other, kissing and making a spectacle of themselves.

  The drive to the airport was tense. The only sounds were Lash’s moans and Angel’s giggles, which were driving him insane.

  When they hit the earth after the long flight back home, Murphy was anxious to get to Tate’s house.

  “I’m going home. Bring Tate back home tomorrow,” Tiny said, leaving him to handle everything. The airport housed their bikes. It had cost a pretty penny, but it was worth it.

  Climbing on his bike he noticed Killer follow him as he neared the apartment building where Tate lived. Stopping into a lay-by he waited for Killer to catch up with him.

  “What are you doing, man? Tate’s going to be fighting me. You don’t want to see that.”

  “I was going to give Cherry back her clothes. She deserves to have them back after we ruined their weekend.”

  Nodding, Murphy gave the other man a bag. “I’ll get her apartment number for you to give the clothes back.”

  They were riding toward the apartment building once again. With every mile they drove Murphy was tensing up ready for a fight. Tate was different, and he knew she was going to fight him every step of the way. He couldn’t lose sight of what he wanted.

  The Tate she’d once been was still in there. He was the one responsible for ruining everything for her.

  Parking the bike in the first available space he waited for Killer to do the same. “Go to the front door. I’ll text you the number.”

  “Where are you going?” Killer asked.

  “I always surprise my girl.”

  Going around the back of the building, Murphy found the ledge he needed to start climbing the building. The first time he’d climbed into her bedroom window, Tate hadn’t been able to stop laughing at his gesture. He’d showed her it was lame and clichéd for a guy to sneak into a woman’s bedroom window. What Tate didn’t know was he’d gotten Eva’s help to do it. She kept Tiny occupied while he gave Tate what she always wanted.

  Climbing up the building Murphy cursed his efforts. “Fucking killed men and wasting my time making shit special for my woman. Bad fucking form. I should just use my dick instead.”

  Her window was partially open.

  “If you’re trying to make women go crazy then stop ranting at yourself,” Tate said. She was stood facing the window with her arms folded.

  “How the fuck did you know I was coming?” he asked, closing the window behind him.

  “I heard the bikes and saw you heading toward the back. You’re a creature of habit, Murphy. The window? You’ve told me loads of times before how fucking lame it is.”

  She left the bedroom, and he went after her. He was struck by the curves of her ass, and his cock thickened. Fuck, he needed to get inside her again very soon. He was going to lose his mind.

  “My guy is downstairs. He’s got Cherry’s clothes for her.”

  “Her name is Kelsey. Okay, K.E.L.S.E.Y. That’s her name, not Cherry, not tubby, but Kelsey.”

  “Okay, Killer’s got Kelsey’s clothes for her.”

  “Killer? Seriously, you’ve got a killer with my friend.” She shoved him hard. He grabbed her arms stopping her from pushing him away.

  “I get it. You don’t want me calling your friend by any other name. Give me her number, and I promise you he won’t hurt her.”

  “She’s not part of the club, Murphy.”

  Murphy agreed. Tate gave him the room number. He sent the text to Killer and got the response that he was there.

  Turning his cell off, he threw the device on the coffee table. He found Tate in the kitchen, making a hot chocolate. The scent of cinnamon, milk, and chocolate filled the air. It was her mother’s recipe. He knew because she’d told him about it.

  “Does Tiny know Eva’s leaving?” Tate asked.

  “She won’t leave.”

  He moved up behind her, wrapping his arms around her waist. She was so soft. Burying his head in her neck, Murphy groaned. She smelt so good.

  “Then you’re all going to be shocked because she’s leaving him.” Tate didn’t pull away from him.

  “Why did you run this morning?” he asked. He searched for the sash of the robe and started to untie it. Her hands covered his.

  “What happens in Vegas stays in Vegas. This, us, is staying there.”

  He tugged on the sash releasing her robe. “I don’t think so.”

  ****

  Why was he being difficult? They were never going to work together, and he was only going to make it worse. Not to mention what her father was going to do when he realized the truth. Tiny had known about her feelings, but he’d never known how far things had gotten.

  His hand touched her bare stomach, and she gasped, sucking her stomach in.

  “You shouldn’t be doing this,” she said, trying to find ways to stop him.

  Don’t stop him. I want his touch so damn much.

  She was drowning with her need for him. From the sight of him coming through her bedroom window she’d been ready for him. His long hair, wide shoulders, and impressive cock was all it took to make her horny. She’d never been the type of woman to be controlled by her hormones. Murphy was her only exception.

  “No, we should be doing this. Our mistake was waiting this long to do this.” He nibbled on the lobe of her ear. She squealed as his tongue pressed inside.

  “You left to fuck your whores, Murphy. This is over.”

  “Are you sure about that?” Murphy asked.

  She spun around facing him and gasped as he pushed the robe to the floor. He lifted her up onto the counter, spreading her thighs wide.

  Tate wondered how he moved so fast. One moment she’d been dressed, and now she was waiting for his cock.

  She watched him push his jeans to the floor and grip his cock in one hand. Within seconds he was inside her. Tate moaned, feeling him stretch her inch by glorious inch as he sank to the hilt.

  “That’s it, baby, squeeze my dick. Let me feel all of you.” He sucked on her nipple at the same time he gripped her ass, plunging inside. “So fucking tight. Perfect tits, perfect pussy.”

  “We need to stop,” she said, moaning.

  “No, we’re doing this all the time. You’re not turning me away or pushing me away. We’re in this together, Tate.” He slammed into her, gripping her neck and claiming her lips.

  He was everywhere. She held onto his jacket as he drew her away from the counter. Squealing, Tate held on. He shoved her against the fridge. “Been thinking about fucking you since I woke up. I was going to lick your sweet cunt until you came on my face, and then you went and spoilt the surprise by leaving. I’m going to have to make it up to you now.”

  She shook her head. “No, this has to be the last time. We can’t keep doing this. I hate you.”

  “You pussy is dripping, Tate. You’re not hating me right now.”

  “I am.” She hated the sound of her own voice. The bastard was right. Tate was holding him close not wanting to let go of him.

  “Well, if this is what you feel like when you’re hating me, I can’t wait to see wh
at you’re like when you’re loving me.”

  He slammed his lips down on hers cutting off her retort. Wrapping her arms around his neck, Tate moaned. She held him close not wanting to let go.

  “Fuck me,” she said, begging him. His jeans were around his ankles, but she didn’t care. All she cared about was how deep he could be inside her.

  Pushing his leather jacket to the floor, she tore at his shirt until his tattooed chest was naked.

  “That’s it, baby. Touch me.”

  She scored his back with her nails as he fucked her hard against the fridge. They were both panting, crying out for more.

  He moved away from the fridge once again. Tate squealed, hating how easily he could move her. She was used to being too big for someone to pick up. Murphy must really be into the weights.

  “Where are you going?” she asked, moaning as his cock hit a spot right deep.

  “Bedroom.”

  Once inside he tossed her to the bed. His cock left her pussy. She sat up on the bed and watched him go to her drawers. Murphy opened the top drawer and pulled out her smallest dildo.

  “What are you doing?” she asked, pushing hair out of her eyes.

  “We’re going to have a little fun.”

  He joined her back on the bed carrying some lube and her dildo.

  “Suck it,” he said, presenting the tip of the dildo to her lips. Staring at him, she opened her mouth and sucked the cock into her mouth.

  She felt a spasm deep in her cunt as his eyes went a shade darker. “Fuck, so sexy.”

  Smiling, she bobbed her head on the dildo loving the way his own cock jerked in reaction. Tate moaned soaking the shaft with her saliva.

  “Enough,” he said, tearing the length from her lips. He ran his fingers over her lips and smiled. “Such sinful lips. They look beautiful wrapped around my dick.”

  Tate licked his fingers, teasing him some more.

  “Not today. Got on your hands and knees and kneel.”

  Rolling her eyes at his order she knelt on the bed presenting him with her ass. His hands went to her hips.

  She cried out as with one harsh thrust, he slammed inside her, taking her by surprise with his possession.

  “That’s right, baby. Feel who owns you.” For good measure he plunged into her three more times making her cry out. “My pussy. My tits and my woman. You’re all mine,” Murphy said.

  Yes.

  Tate didn’t say the words aloud. She wouldn’t give him the satisfaction.

  Something cool worked at her anus. Gasping, Tate tried to pull away, but Murphy wouldn’t let her. With one grip on her hip, he held her in place as the thing at her ass opened her up.

  “Take what I’m giving you,” he said.

  “Don’t, Murphy.” Even as she spoke the words she moaned.

  “You’ve never had a real cock here, but I know this dildo was not for anything other than your ass. You better have cleaned them the last time you used them.”

  Tate glared at him over her shoulder. “With boiling water, which is exactly what I’m going to do with your cock. You fucking whore.”

  He growled and slapped her ass. “Be careful, baby. You’re threatening to turn me on.” Murphy slapped her ass again and again until she was begging him to stop. Throughout it all he’d worked the tip of the dildo into her ass.

  She moaned, pushing back against him.

  “There we go, baby. See, you like getting your ass fucked. Take a deep breath, and push out for me.”

  His sarcastic tone was going to get him killed very soon.

  Murphy pressed the cock into her ass, slamming his own cock into her pussy at the same time.

  The burn along with the pleasure made for a heady combination. Closing her eyes, she dropped her head in her hands as he worked her body. Murphy knew exactly what to do to push her to the edge of pleasure without throwing her over into bliss.

  The dildo in her ass worked in time with the cock in her pussy. Each one totally different from each other but designed to give her the exact same thing, release.

  His hand moved from her hip to reach between her thighs. Two fingers teased her clit, drawing her need out further. She whimpered, begging him to stop.

  “I want you to come, Tate. Let me feel you come around my cock.”

  Biting down on her lip, Tate tried to hold off her orgasm, but it was too much. Murphy hurtled her over the edge into the most delicious ecstasy, one that she didn’t want to come down from.

  She heard his growl of completion and felt it deep in her womb as his release left his cock, coating her.

  He removed the dildo from her ass but left his cock inside her as they collapsed to the bed. His arms circled her waist holding her close.

  “You shouldn’t have come tonight,” Tate said.

  “It’s not like you gave me much choice. You were gone this morning. I missed you.” He kissed her neck, and all she wanted to do was sink against him.

  Letting out a sigh, Tate looked across her room at the plain white walls. “What happens in Vegas—”

  “Shut the fuck up about that. Shit like that doesn’t work with us. Did you know Lash and Angel got married there this weekend?” Murphy asked.

  Glancing behind her, Tate stared at him. “What?”

  “Seriously, Angel and Lash are husband and wife.”

  “I thought they were having a big wedding?”

  “They couldn’t wait.” Murphy pushed her hair out of the way to kiss her neck.

  “I was supposed to be a bridesmaid.”

  He licked her neck, nibbling on her ear.

  “Angel didn’t say anything, but she was a little upset you didn’t invite her to Vegas with you and Eva. You invited a girl you’ve only just met instead of Angel.” His hand stroked up and down her hip.

  “Kelsey’s nice. She’s different.”

  “Different, how?” he asked.

  “She’s not involved in the club. Angel is Lash’s woman. She’s part of that world. I don’t want to be part of that world anymore.”

  “You’re Tiny’s daughter. It makes it part of your world. Besides, you’re my woman, and I’m part of the club.”

  Tate shook her head. “No, we’re having sex. This is not part of anything other than a bit of fun.” She felt him tense behind her.

  “A bit of fun?” he asked.

  “Yeah. I’m not serious about you, Murphy. I could never trust you. You fuck everything that walks.”

  Her words were a lie, but she said them anyway.

  “Say what you want, Tate. I know the truth. I know the real you even if you do try to hide it from everyone else.”

  Tears were so close to the surface. Tate batted them away. Tears were not useful. They were a pain in the ass, and she would only end up hurt by them

  He pressed a hand to her stomach. “Anyway, I’m not going anywhere because you could be pregnant. I’ve not been wearing a rubber, and last time I checked you weren’t taking any precautions either.”

  Tate jerked. She tugged out of his arms and stared down at him, pressing a hand to her stomach. No, it couldn’t be, but she knew he spoke the truth. They’d had sex multiple times without him wearing anything.

  How could she have been so stupid?

  Chapter Eight

  “You stupid fucking bastard.” Tate threw a pillow at him and stormed out of the room. Her face was bright red. Murphy checked her ass out as she walked out. She looked so fucking sexy. His cock hardened at the thought of her pregnant with his child. He’d love for her to have a boy and a girl. Murphy didn’t care which as long as they were healthy and looked like him and Tate.

  Hearing dishes and pans crashing about in the other room, Murphy followed her through to the kitchen. She was moving shit around. He’d seen her do this growing up when she had an argument with her father.

  “Tate, what are you doing?” he asked. Checking the time he saw it was a little after ten. If she didn’t be quiet the neighbors would complain, which would mean mor
e shit for him.

  “I fucking hate you. I hope your dick falls off.” She charged toward him, poking him in the chest as she spoke. “No, I hope you get some disease that rots your dick off and you can’t have any sex, ever.”

  He caught her hand, pulling her close. “Why are you so angry?”

  “Pregnant? Murphy, I don’t want to have kids with you. I didn’t even want to sleep with you let alone keep up a relationship with you.”

  Her words stung.

  “There was a time when you loved me,” he said. “You wanted me, and you wanted this.”

  Wrapping an arm around her back, Murphy stared down into her glistening eyes. She looked so lost and scared.

  Her lip quivered. “I wanted everything with you, Murphy. I wanted the big house with the white picket fence and the shitty neighbors who gossiped behind our backs.” She stopped to take a breath. “I thought we’d have a house full of kids, boys and girls. We’d get married, and everything would be perfect.”

  “Everything can be perfect. We can have those things, Tate.”

  She shook her head. “No, we can’t because I wanted all of those things, and then you went and joined The Lions. You put the club first, and I get that.”

  His heart ached as he knew what was coming next. He didn’t want to hear the rest of her words. Murphy wanted her to be quiet as he knew he’d hurt her deeply.

  “I saw you around the mall, and even before that I saw you with them.”

  “What are you talking about? I saw you at the mall, and I kept my distance,” Murphy said. He’d done everything to keep her safe and away from the shit that was going on.

  “When Dad told me what was going on and that you’d left to go to The Lions. I didn’t believe him. I went to your cabin out by the lake to see for myself. The one you said you only went to in order to think.” The tears she’d been holding in were dripping down her face. “I was stood behind a tree, and I saw you all. I heard you as well.”

  He felt sick to his stomach. The cabin had been the place he’d started his initiation into The Lions. They’d started to hang out there. He’d since gutted the place and intended to do it all up.

  “What did you hear and see?” he asked.