Murphy (The Skulls) (9 page)

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 second
s 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 what 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 more 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.

“I heard you telling them about me, Murphy. Laughing at how you got me to fall in love with you. I was just some sport for you to play with.”

Murphy cupped her cheeks. “Stop, that wasn’t the real me. I did what I had to for the club. You think I liked doing that? Do you think I liked talking about you in that way?” He stroked her cheek. “I hated every second of my time with them. All I wanted to do was be with you.”

“You chose the club.”

“I chose to protect you, Tate. I didn’t choose the club.”

“You left me all alone. I was confused
, and you’d promised me forever. What do you want from me, Murphy? What more do you want to take? I can’t be the person you want. I’m not cut out to be an old lady.”

He tilted her head back and claimed her lips. “I’m going to go for tonight. I need you to calm down
, and I’ve got some thinking to do. I’ll be back.” Murphy kissed her again. “I love you.”

Turning away, Murphy walked out of her apartment and went straight for his bike. He saw Killer’s bike was still there in the parking lot.
Murphy didn’t bother going back to talk to him or seeing what the other guy was doing. It wasn’t his place, and he needed to get away from the shit that was going on in his own life.

Straddling his bike, he drove toward the cabin. He’d not been back to this place since the shooting in Tiny’s place. With the wind in his face, Murphy remembered the look of fear on Tate’s face as she’d looked at him. She’d been terrified of him because she knew what he was capable of.

“Are you happy now?” Tate asked.

She’d stared at him the whole time. He’d wanted to tell her that he was on her side
, but he couldn’t. The only thing he could do was keep his mouth shut and hope Tiny and his men got there in time.

“Is this what you wanted, death? No wonder you wanted to go with the Lions, they’re just fucking pigs in a jacket,” Tate said.

He’d kept his shit together when Jeff backhanded her, but it was he who ended that scum’s life. No one touched his woman and got away with it. During his years inside The Lions he’d taken out all the men who’d said a bad word. No one suspected it was him. Any who suggested kidnapping or hurting Tate in any way and Murphy made sure to put an end to them.

There had been so many dead bodies
, and he’d hidden them all. When it was safe he’d phoned Tiny letting him know what was happening.

No one hurt Tate. She was the one thing that was good in his world
, and he’d be damned if he was going to let someone destroy it. It was not happening, not on his watch.

At the driveway of the cabin, he phoned Tiny to let him know where he was. His leader didn’t say a word and asked about Tate. Murphy gave an update, closed the cell phone
, and turned it off. He didn’t want to be disturbed.

He climbed off his bike and headed into the cabin. It wasn’t really a cabin
, but his folks always spoke of it as a cabin as it was the place they used to go to in order to get away. Going to the fridge, he grabbed the six pack of beer and headed out. The chairs
were all neatly folded. He unfolded one and sat down. The cool beer helped to parch his thirst. Staring out across the lake, Murphy remembered the night Tate was talking about. He knew what she’d seen. After the guys had trashed talked The Skulls, they’d turned on Tate, Tiny’s daughter. They joked about her infatuation. All the time, Murphy had been sick to his stomach as Tate was the one reason he was at The Lions.

She didn’t know how big a threat they’d become to Fort Wills.
His becoming a member had stopped it, and he’d helped to bring them down. Everything he’d done was to give him and Tate a future.

Sipping his beer, he felt the bitter taste of failure fill him again.

Tate, the one good thing in his life and he’d fucked it up.

The sound of another bike coming in close filled the silence.

Pulling the gun out of his resting place around his ankle, he released the safety and waited. The Lions were still out there. They were a threat that the Skulls were eliminating one by one.

Lash and Nash appeared around the corner. Both looked
somber as they headed toward him. He saw they each carried a six pack of beer.

“What are you two doing here?” They were close brothers with Lash being the oldest.

“Angel’s on her period and being a bitch,” Lash said, grabbing himself a chair.

“Kate’s nowhere to be seen
, and the sweet-butts are pissing me off.” Nash took a chair and sat off to the side of him.

“Tiny told us where you were
, and we figured you could use some company. Male company only.” Lash pulled the cap off the bottle and sat down.

“What my brother doesn’t tell you is Eva’s moved out without a word and Tiny’s being an ass,” Nash said, doing the same as his brother with his beer.

“It’s been a long couple of days,” Murphy said.

“I haven’t been up here in years.” Lash sat back, sighing. “I love coming here.
”

“I’m in love with Tate
, and I may or may not have gotten her pregnant,” Murphy said, needing to talk to someone.

Nash spit out the beer he’d been drinking as Lash glared at him.

“Tiny’s going to kick your ass.”

“She won’t give me the time of day.
Tate talks about my time with The Lions. The shit I had to do and she’s got no idea at all.” He sipped his bottle, wishing it was something stronger.

“You’re going to accept the beating her father’s going to give you?” Nash asked.

“Yeah, I’ll do anything for Tate. She’s always been my number one priority.”

“Even though you fucked a load of women when you decided to be
a spy?” Nash was the only one talking.

Glancing over at Lash, Murphy saw the other man deep in thought.
“You didn’t become a spy for The Skulls. You became a spy for Tate.”

“They were the threat of the town and to The Skulls. Tate never deserved to live in fear. She always deserved happiness and love. I always wanted that for her.”

“You sound like a pussy,” Nash said. “Actually, you sound like my brother, Nigel.” He smirked at Lash. Murphy rolled his eyes. These two were fucking idiots when they started.

“Forget I ever said anything,” Murphy said.

“No, we’re men here. Hey, Edward, why don’t you tell Dillon that you’ve got a hard on for Kate’s younger sister?”

The smile on Nash’s face disappeared. “You’re an asshole.”

“Yeah, I’m your asshole brother.”

“You’ve got the hots for Kate’s younger sister?” Murphy asked. “I didn’t even
realize Kate had a sister.”

“She doesn’t come to the club. Getting into the pants of a Skull is not her main priority.”

Murphy didn’t push it. He was in love with the daughter of a man who could kill him and dispose of his body easily.

“Tate will come around. She just needs to know what you did and why you did it.”

“Also, don’t fuck any more pussy. Tate’s not the kind of girl to share.” Nash added the last bit.

None of their advice helped.

A cell phone went off. Murphy ignored it. He’d shut his cell phone off so he wouldn’t be disturbed.

“Fuck, we’ve got to round the troops together,” Lash said.

“What? Why?” Nash asked.

“Tomorrow we’re on lockdown. Two of the finest and brightest have just been killed on the outskirts of Fort Wills. The Lions have been sighted. Tiny wants us to put out the word.”

****

Tate rubbed at her temple. The phones were ringing constantly, and she was getting tired of saying the same old crap to the same people. That morning she had to deal with a phone call from her father and then an appearance from Murphy. The whole club was going on lockdown, and they wanted her to report to the club. She didn’t have anything to do with The Skulls. They didn’t need her for lockdown.

“You seem a little distracted today,” Kelsey said, sitting in the only available reception chair.

“It’s these phones. Everyone’s got an issue, and I’m bored.” She picked up the phone, holding her finger and asking Kelsey to wait. After booking an appointment for a missing filling, Tate looked back at Kelsey. “The club’s on lockdown,” she said.

“Lockdown? Oh you mean The Skulls?”

“Yeah, the club. The club my dad runs. You know, the one that keeps this town running smoothly,” Tate said. The beginning of a headache began.

“Killer told me a little about it last night,” Kelsey said.

“What’s going on with you and the newest member of the club?” Tate sat back, looking at her friend. Kelsey’s cheeks were a bright red, and she was stuttering as she talked.

“He’s, erm, just really nice. I mean, his name is a little terrifying
, but everything else about him is kind of awesome. I mean, don’t you think?” Kelsey asked.

“I don’t know. I’ve not met Killer. He must be a new guy.”
Tate stared until Kelsey jumped up out of her seat.

“I need to help with suction.”

“I’m sure you do,” Tate said, teasing.

“You’re not helping me at all.”

Tate laughed as Kelsey walked off to go and deal with the suction. She really liked her friend and was pleased she relaxed enough to enjoy her. Glancing at the clock, she saw it was a little after ten.

Several of the women muttered as they walked past. She’d grown used to it and ignored them. Ignoring people was a lot easier and quieter way for her to get through her day. Half an hour later a woman sat in front of her desk, folded her arms and cleared her throat. Looking up, Tate saw Rose, Hardy’s wife
, the sexy redhead who drove most of the men crazy, all of the men apart from Murphy.

She remembered Murphy didn’t attend any of the parties on
ce he’d gotten to know her. He’d stayed with her and Eva at the house. Why was she suddenly remembering all these sweet facts about him?

Focus on the pain. The pain and the hurt and the fact he fucked other women.