Page 46 of The Eraser

She stares up at me, her eyes dilated, her lips parted. I can't take that innocent look of hers. It's my fucking undoing. I slant my lips against hers. The kiss is hard, fast, and filled with passion. She moans into my mouth and my cock tightens. Fuck, I need her. I need to be inside of her, now.

I'm not the only one wanting it. She reaches for the hem of my tee and starts to pull it off me. Her movement is smooth and precise. She knows exactly what she wants. My hands slide down her body until I reach her ass. I pull her against me, my cock thick against her stomach.

"Take off your pants," I snarl against her mouth. It doesn't take her long to do as I ask. She kicks her pants and panties off, and then her hands dive for my sweatpants. Within seconds, my cock springs free, thick and ready to burst.

"Please, Stephen," she says huskily.

I once again take her mouth. It's going to be hard and fast, and I'm going to have to swallow her moans. I don't give a fuck who hears us, but I know she'll have a problem with Maverick and Jerry knowing what we're doing. My hands go to her ass once again and I lift her into the air. Her legs wrap around my waist and her arms around my neck. I line my cock up at her entrance, the heat of her pussy enticing me, urging me to thrust deeply. And I do.

I thrust hard and fast, burying myself inside of her. She's so fucking tight. Christ, it takes everything I have not to come right here and now. She groans against my mouth, and I tighten my grip on her. I thrust hard and fast. This has to be quick.

She throws her head back, a long groan spilling from her lips. “God,” she moans softly.

My pace is unrelenting as I fuck her hard and fast. It feels so damn good, her pussy so hot and tight. Every time I withdraw, her pussy sucks me right back in. I'm in fucking Heaven.

“Stephen,” she moans, her pussy contracting around my cock. “More, please,” she begs.

My fingers tighten on her, and I have no doubt they’re going to leave a mark. My cock thickens at the thought of me branding her. Fuck... I hammer into her, searching for my release.

“Yes,” she whimpers, her pussy spasming as her orgasm washes over her. “Stephen,” she gasps.

I’m lost. The way her pussy squeezes my cock, suffocating it... I’m gone. I hammer into her once more, burying myself to the hilt and releasing inside of her, groaning her name.

We’re both breathing hard. Neither of us speak. My knees are shaking but I keep a hold of her while we both come down from our orgasms. "You're going to be my wife," I tell her.

She grins at me. "Okay, Stephen."

I slam my lips against hers, pissed that her family is here, because right now, I really want to take my time and worship her body. But fuck, that'll come later. Right now, we need to work out a plan of action to ensure that neither Thomas nor Fintan can get to her.

It takes us a few minutes to get redressed and ready to face everyone again.

"So..." Maverick grins. "What's the verdict?"

"We're getting married," I say, not wanting to have this discussion any longer. Right now, we need to discuss more pressing matters. "I want to know how Thomas and Fintan came to work together."

It's been bugging me since Freddie told me that cunt had plans on selling his daughter. The anger I feel is unlike anything before. When my da was beating me, I didn't feel this angry, nor when I found out he was the reason Ma was hooked on drugs. Nothing has made my anger burn as bright as Thomas Grace. When I get a hold of him, I'm going to enjoy every second that I have him.

"That's just it," Jer growls. "Those fuckers shouldn't have been together. Thomas despised them just as much as we did. Hell, if not more."

Over twenty years ago, the O'Learys tried to take over Dublin. They were bold as brass and set a bomb to go off at an event the majority of players were at, including Jer and his men, Denis and his, along with the Kellys. Thankfully, Denis is a man who’s extremely particular about security. He had his right-hand man, Michael, ensure there was adequate security footage for the event. When Tim O'Leary—Fintan's brother—planted the bomb in the venue, the Gallaghers managed to warn the majority of people not to attend. There were six casualties, two of which were Thomas' brother and nephew.

"So why the fuck is he working with Fintan?" I snap. What fucker in their right mind would work with the men who killed his family? Obviously the fucker isn't in his right mind. If he were, he'd never have put his hands on his daughter.

"That is something we're going to have to find out." Jer sighs as he gets to his feet. "We have enough allies to find out what the fuck is going on."

I shake my head. "No one else is getting involved." I'll be damned if he tells Denis or Butch. They'll never be able to keep their mouths shut around Callie, and that's a fucking headache Jess and I don't need right now.

I’ve had this conversation with Maverick, he wanted me to bring Emmanuel into this and I wouldn’t allow it. I like Emmanuel, respect him, but I am very choosey about who my inner circle is and there’s only three people that are in it. Freddie, Maverick, and Jerry. No one else enters. Not fucking ever.

"What the fuck?" Jer hisses. "Those fuckers are out there, Stephen, plotting God knows what, and you're telling me to sit on it? To not get the help we obviously need? That fucker has been working behind our backs for years. He's a lot smarter than anyone has ever given him credit for. So I'll repeat: what the fuck?"

"You go to Denis or Butch," I say through clenched teeth, and watch as his eyes narrow, letting me know that's exactly what he had planned, "then those two are going to be pissed that we've kept them in the dark about Thomas and what's happened to Jess. The last thing she needs is for Callie and Nicola to be all in her business."

"Stephen's right," Maverick sighs. "As fucking painful as it is to say, he is right. While Butch and Denis would help us try to track them, letting them in on what's happened isn't up to you, Jer. It's down to Jess, and right now she is safe here with Stephen. We all know that as soon as Ma finds out what's happened, she's going to try and involve herself with everything."

I cross my arms over my chest. "Nicola is a fucking menace when she's on one, Jer. We all know that. If you don't want me to kill your sister, I'd advise you keep this shit away from the family."

His jaw clenches and he nods. I know he won’t go against what I say. He cares about Jess. As much as he'd deny it, she's always been his favourite. I think it's because she had no one other than Patty, and Jer's always tried to make up for what she's missed. We've all known that Thomas was always a fucking useless prick, but never did we ever think he'd be capable of what he's done to Jess. Underestimating him is on all of us. If we hadn't, then maybe Jess wouldn't have been tortured.