Page 38 of The Mobster’s Daughter (Massachusetts Mafia #2)

Caitlin

C aitlin walked across the foyer into the library, a room she rarely, if ever, entered.

The big house was silent around her, lulling her into an odd sense of calm.

She turned on the brass lamp, casting a yellow glow over the dark room.

She glanced at the clock beside the lamp, surprised to see it was almost midnight.

Through the window facing the back of the house, she could see the pool.

As she crossed the room to look outside, she noticed steam rising off the water—it was heated—and the moon reflecting off the still surface.

It was always weird looking at it through the frosted glass, knowing it was near or below freezing, but it was in the mid-seventies.

A chill raced through her, so she pulled her cardigan tight around herself before she sat in one of the overstuffed leather chairs, wishing she’d changed out of her dress when she got home.

She exhaled and rested her head against the thick headrest of the chair.

Caitlin had the mansion to herself, for the first time in six months. Her father was on his way to New York with Declan while her mother had gone to stay with Olivia and Caitlin’s newborn nephew. She was alone.

The last six months had been insane, a whirlwind of activity that exhausted her.

Instead of returning to NYU, she had transferred to a school in Boston.

It was an adjustment learning to live at home again, especially after living away for so long.

Fortunately, school kept her busy—classes, homework, lectures, plus an internship three days a week at a top law firm in Boston, not to mention the time she spent with Grady—making her time in the family’s mansio n limited.

They had gone all in on the relationship shit, and they were doing everything they could to make it work.

While she hadn’t moved in with him, not yet anyway, Caitlin tried to spend a couple of nights a week at his place in Waltham.

She’d do homework while he read a book or watched TV. It was unnervingly domestic.

She had also gotten used to having security following her around when she was away from home.

After the events in New York, her father insisted she have at least two armed guards and a driver.

Caitlin hated the idea of being watched all the time, but things had changed.

She had to change with them. Especially now that she was joining the family business.

“The family business,” she muttered out loud. “Face it, Caitlin. You’re a mobster’s daughter.”

“You’re just realizing that?” a voice asked from the foyer.

Startled, she jumped to her feet as Grady stepped into the light cast by the lamp.

“Hi, ” he said.

Caitlin smiled at him. “Hi. What are you do ing here?”

“I heard a rumor you were ho me alone.”

“Oh? Where did you h ear that?”

“Declan,” he replied. “I took them to the airport, along with ten of your father’s best men.”

“I thought you were going?” she asked.

Grady chuckled and shook his head. “Moretti doesn’t care for me. He requested that I not be there. Besides, Conor and I had something we had to take care of tonight.”

She smiled. “Okay, why wasn’t I invited? Moretti seems to like me.”

“Because you haven’t started your official duties with the fa mily yet.”

Caitlin laughed. “I don’t even know what my official duties are. I think Daddy is going to figure it out once I finish la w school.”

Grady sat on the other leather chair next to hers. “He might figure it out sooner. Your father is good at keeping his emotions in check, but he’s excited that you want to learn t he ropes.”

“How do you feel about it?”

He shrugged. “I’m not sure yet. I guess we’ll see.” He pushed a hand through his hair. “I worry about you. I want to protect you, but being in the business makes i t harder.”

Caitlin sighed. “We’ve talked ab out this.”

“I know,” Grady replied. “That doesn’t mean I have to like it.” His eyes darted around the room before settling back on her. “I haven’t been in here in ages. Your father doesn’t use it much; he says it’s stuffy and reminds him of hi s father.”

She nodded as a memory came to her. “Grandpa called it his receiving room. He used to put people he didn’t like in here to make them wait for him.

Sometimes for hours. I got stuck hiding under that highboy when I was a little girl.

Liv and I were playing. I hid in here. Somebody visited Grandpa, and they had to wait in here.

We were forbidden to be downstairs when he did business.

I couldn’t get out, and Liv couldn’t come in.

I’m not sure how long I was in here before I escaped.

” She laughed. “I forgot about that. It must be why I don’t like t his room. ”

“Fear of getti ng stuck?”

She nodded. “My grandfather was a formidable man. He s cared me.”

Grady snorted. “I was terrified of him, even after I came to work for him. That man intimidate d people.”

Caitlin laughed again. “So, you learned everything you know from him?”

“ Possibly.”

After a few minutes of comfortable silence, she got up from her chair, kneeled on the floor between his legs, and rested her hands on his thighs. “So, we have the whole place to o urselves.”

“Isn’t your mother here?” He smirk ed at her.

She took his hands, noting the knuckles on his right hand were bruised and bloody. She brushed her lips across them, then shook her head. “No, she’s with Olivia, helping with the baby.”

“Hmm,” he hummed. “Is that so?”

Caitlin placed his hand on her chest. She stared up at him, her hand on his wrist, as he slid it up her neck and around her throat. He leaned over and kissed her. When they broke apart, he kept his hand on her throat and rested his forehead aga inst hers.

“What are we going to do about it?” he asked.

“Tell me what you want,” she whispered.

Grady released her, and she sat back on the floor. He got to his feet, stripped off his jacket, strode across the room, and shut the sliding doors before he returned to the overstuffed leat her chair.

“Stand up,” h e ordered.

Caitlin did as she was told. She took off her cardigan and slid her hands to her hips. She pulled up her dress, but Grady reached up and grabbed her hand.

“Lea ve it on.”

She nodded, unable to disobey him. He tugged her forward until she was in his lap, her knees on either side of him, her dress pushed up to the middle of her thighs. He took her hands and placed them on the arms of the chair.

“Keep your hands right there,” he said. “Do not move them unless I tell you.”

“Whatever you want,” she whispered.

Grady gripped her waist, holding her in place as he leaned forward and caught her bottom lip between his teeth, nipping it lightly.

He unbuttoned each of the delicate pearl buttons on the front of her dress until the peach-colored bra covering her breasts was exposed.

He yanked the cups down and fondled her, his thumbs circling the nipples.

He kissed a line along her jaw to her ear, biting at the lobe.

A loud groan escaped her. Grady pulled back and looked at her, one eyebr ow raised.

“I want you to be quiet,” he murmured. “You are not to make a sound. Do you under stand me?”

Holy shit, he loved to torture her. This was his favorite game, asking her to be quiet while he did things to her that made her want to scream his name.

Caitlin nodded. She closed her eyes as his hand slid under her dress and between her legs. His sinful lips kissed a hot, wet trail from her neck to her breast while his fingers drifted over the bare skin of her thighs, his touch arousing her instantly.

“No underwear?” he asked.

She shook her head.

“I love how you’re always ready for me, always anticipating what I want from you.

” His finger slipped between the lips of her pussy, and he smiled against her neck.

“I feel how much you want me, how wet you are for me.” A second finger joined the first, caressing her, his thumb brushing her clit, making it pulse with need as he te ased her.

Caitlin whimpered, the sound echoing through the room.

Grady stopped, his hand still between her legs, not moving, but oh God, it was there and if he wanted to, he could make her cum in only a matter of seconds with those two fingers and his thumb.

His eyes were dark and hooded as he stared at her.

One hand moved up her back and into her hair, holding her head in place, forcing her to lo ok at him.

“I told you to be quiet. Didn’t I?”

She gasped as his fingers twitched . “Y-yes.”

He barely touched her, but that didn’t matter because heat exploded through her and she wanted to move, wanted to grind herself against his hand until those fingers of his were deep inside her, fucking her senseless. Her hips moved on their own, flexing t oward him.

Somehow, he knew what she was thinking, because the grin on his face grew wider as he looked at her. He smirked . “Do it.”

Caitlin didn’t have to be told twice. Her hips shot forward, seeking the friction she desperately desired.

Grady cupped her, the palm of his hand pressed against her clit, his fingers thrusting deep inside her, twisting to graze against her sweet spot.

She gasped, pleasure overwhelming her as she rutted against him, writhing in his lap, her knuckles white as she gripped the arms of the chair.

With his other hand, he held the back of her head so he could suck and bite at her neck, marking her with deep, purple bruises she wouldn’t be able to hide.

Not that she wanted to. She gnawed on her lower lip, holding back her screams of pleasure, her body wound so tight she could barely breathe. Grady pressed his mouth t o her ear.

“Let me hear you, princess,” he rasped, his fingers twisting in a come-hither motion, a low chuckle rumbling from his chest as she came undone. He watched her orgasm, her walls clenching around him as she climaxed, screaming his name.

Grady opened his jeans and pulled his hard length free, stroking himself as he fucked her with his fingers, the head of his cock rubbing against her inner thighs, smearing cum all over her.

He eased his fingers out of her, slid his hands under her, lifted her up, and lowered her onto his throbbing shaft.

He buried himself inside her, filling her c ompletely.

“Hold on, baby,” h e growled.

Caitlin wrapped her arms around him while he grabbed her waist and yanked her forward, flexing his hips at the same time.

She dug her fingers into his shoulders and held tight as he pulled her down to meet him, pumping wildly into her.

She rode him hard as he urged her on, enticing her to move faster, to ride him harder, to fuck h im harder.

Grady’s face was between her breasts, biting, licking, and sucking every inch of her skin he could reach.

He squeezed her ass while his cock was so deep inside her that his pelvic bone pressed against her clit.

It didn’t take long before she came unglued for the second time, plunging over the edge, the orgasm pulsating through her, the slick of her juices cov ering him.

Caitlin was ready to collapse, but Grady was insatiable, slamming into her repeatedly, his feet braced against the floor as his hips snapped up to meet hers, obscene moans falling from his lips.

She felt another orgasm coming, right on the heels of the last one.

A high keening noise escaped her as he fucked her into oblivion.

Grady’s hips jerked several times, then he came, his body tensing as a shudder ran through him. He loosened the tight grip he had on her, pulling her against his chest to kiss her, his fingers tangled in her hair.

She fell into his arms with her head on his shoulder. He rubbed her back, his touch gentle, his lips on her jaw. Caitlin could have fallen asleep ri ght there.

Grady kissed her temple and hugged her close. “ Too much?”

“Hell, no.” She giggled. “That was freaking amazing.” She sat up and looked at him. “Why don’t you come upstairs? Stay t he night.”

“Hm, are you sure?”

She nodded. “Yeah, I’m sure. My father isn’t here to have a heart attack if he sees you coming out of my room in the morning.”

Grady chuckled. “Which is why you usually stay at my place.” He kissed her. “Yeah, I’ll spend t he night.”

She wrapped her arms around his neck and gazed up at him. “I love you.”

He grinned. “I know.” His nose brushed against hers as his hands plunged into her hair. “You know, I’ve been thinking. Maybe you should think about staying at my house on a more permane nt basis.”

She sat up straight. “Grady McCarthy, are you asking me to move in with you?”

“Yes, Caitlin O’Reilly, that is exactly what I am asking. Will you live with me?”

“You bet your ass I will!” She giggled. “Took you lon g enough.”

Grady stood up with her in his arms. “You’re a pain in my ass, you know tha t, right?”

“Yeah, but that’s why you love me.”

He helped her straighten her clothes, then he buttoned his pants. When he was done, he grabbed her, hugged her close, and whispered in her ear.

“That’s why I’m going to m arry you.”