Page 9 of The Mobster’s Daughter (Massachusetts Mafia #2)

Caitlin

C aitlin stood in the middle of the room, unsure why she was back in the bedroom.

She yanked off the shirt and sweatpants she’d slept in and picked up a bag from the floor.

She grabbed the first thing she found, which turned out to be the skirt and one of the T-shirts they bought from the store.

The shirt was tighter than she liked, and the skirt hit mid-thigh, but it would have to do.

She put the clean clothes on and brushed her hair until it didn’t look like a rat’s nest, then she braided it.

When she was done, she nosed around, looking in drawers, the closet, and even under the bed.

That was where she discovered a stash of books, old romances with the same long-haired guy on all the covers; Olivia called them bodice-busters.

She chose one and tried to read it, but she couldn’t co ncentrate.

All she could think about was Grady—her feelings for him, his disdain for her. They couldn’t go on like this.

Maybe I need to tell him h ow I feel.

She could lay it all out and be honest about how she felt. There was no way she could stay cooped up in this place with him for an undetermined amount of time, not with constant tension in the air. She would tell him. Once she calmed down, and he came back.

Decision made, she climbed onto the bed, arranged the pillows behind her head, and read until she heard the back door slam.

She waited a few minutes, wondering if Grady would approach her first. When he didn’t, she got up, opened the door, and peered out.

He stood on the other side of the room in front of the inlaid bookcases, head tipped at an angle, looking at the variety of books on the shelves.

He turned when she stepped into the li ving room.

“Where did you go?” she asked.

“Nowhere,” he replied with a shrug. “I walked around the perimeter. Checked things out while I got some much-ne eded air.”

Caitlin eased into the chair and folded her hands in her lap. “I want to apologize. I know I can be … d ifficult.”

Grad y snorted.

She winced. “I’m trying to say I ’m sorry.”

He ambled across the room, stopped a foot or so away from her, and crossed his arms. The gesture made his biceps bulge . “Go on.”

She got to her feet and stood face to face with him. She was tall enough that they were almost eye to eye. “I know you think I’m a brat. There’s a reason I act like that when I’m with you. I—I do it on purpose. It makes it easier to push you away.”

“What do you mean, push me away?” he asked. “What are you talki ng about?”

Caitlin inched closer. “The way I feel a bout you—”

Grady took a step back, his hands up. “Caitlin, don’t. Stop before you say something you’l l regret.”

She shook her head. “The only thing I regret is not telling you this sooner.” She sucked in a deep breath and slowly exhaled. “I fucking hate you, you asshole, but every part of me wants you. I can’t stop thinking about you. I can’t stop thinking about how much I want you. Need you.”

Grady clenched and unclenched his fists and shook his head. “You don’t know what you’r e saying.”

“Yes, I do. For the last two years, you have been the only man I can think about. Why do you think I was always getting in trouble? Because I knew you would come to m y rescue.”

“What about Bobby?” he asked. “Or any of the other boyfriends y ou’ve had?

Caitlin laughed, though there was no joy in it. “Bobby was a filler, a way to forget about you. They all were. But it didn’t work. I can only think a bout you.”

He sighed. “You don’t know what you’r e saying.”

“I know exactly what I’m saying,” she whispered. “I know what and wh o I want.”

Grady pushed a hand through his gray hair and stared at her. “I can’t be what you want.”

Her heart thumped so hard she was sure he could hear it. When had she fallen in love with him? When had this man, a man her father would never let her be with, become the only man s he wanted?

“Grady,” she whispered. “Please.” She moved a st ep closer.

Suddenly, he lunged, took her by the shoulders, and dragged her close. His mouth closed over hers in a kiss that stole her breath from her lungs. Her arms slipped around him, and a sigh es caped her.

Just as quickly as the kiss started, it ended. Grady pushed her away, spun around, and darted into the kitchen. He perched on the edge of the kitchen table, head down, chest heaving, and eyes closed. His hands gripped the table so hard she heard it creak.

Caitlin couldn’t play this game anymore, this back-and-forth shit. She followed him and stopped less than a foot away from him. “How long are we going to fi ght this?”

He shook his head. “It ’s wrong.”

She took another step forward and planted herself between Grady’s legs. She put her hands on his thighs and stared into his eyes. “It’s not wrong. Not if we’re both desperate for it. I know you want me. More importantly, you know it, but something is holding you back.”

Grady grunted. “Yeah, you’re Sean O’Reilly’s daughter.”

“I don’t give a shit what my father thinks,” Caitlin said.

“You shouldn’t either. This has nothing to do with him and everything to do with us.

The feelings we have for each other. The crazy need we have for each other.

I know you feel it as much as I do.” She leaned over and brushed a kiss across his lips. “Admit it,” she whispered.

He fidgeted, pulling his head back so they weren’t touching. “It doesn’t matter what I feel or what I want. You’re my boss’s daughter.”

Caitlin slid her hands further up his thighs. “Why can’t we just forget about that for o ne night?”

“Because in the morning, it will still be our reality,” Grady murmured.

She sighed and stared into his gray eyes. “Tell me you don’t want me, and I’ll walk away right now. I’ll go in that tiny, little bedroom over there, close and lock the door, and we can pretend it never happened. Look me in the eye and swear to me you don’t want this as much as I do.”

He stared at her, sweat on his brow, his fists clenched at his sides. She waited, wondering if he would say it, tell her he didn’t want her. If he said those words, she would walk away.

Ten seconds passed. Twenty. Thirty. Forty-five seconds. A full minute . Silence.

Caitlin licked her lips. “I need your mouth on me, on my body.” She ran her hands up his thighs until she reached the growing bulge under his jeans. She rubbed him through the thick denim, his cock hard under her hand. “I want to feel your cock inside me, filli ng me up.”

Grady groaned. “Jesus, Caitlin, yo ur mouth.”

“Let me show you what I can do with my mouth,” she whispered.

He grabbed her, put his arms around her, and pulled her tight against him, his erection pressed against her stomach. His hands eased under the edge of the short skirt she wore and kneaded the soft skin of her ass. He caught her li ps in his.

Caitlin sighed as his tongue slipped into her mouth. He tasted li ke heaven.

Grady broke off the kiss far too soon. He held her at arm’s length. “There’s no going back,” he said. “If we do this, we do it my way. Do you understand, princess?”

S he nodded.

“You do what I say, when I say. This will not be like fucking your pansy-assed former boyfriends, baby. I take what I want, how and when I want it. But I promise you, it will be just as good, if not better, for you. It will be the best goddamn sex you have ever had in your life. Now, are you sure this is what you want?”

That was the hottest damn thing anyone ever said to her. She was wet and throbbing.

“A nswer me.”

“Yes,” she whispered. “Jesus Chr ist, yes.”

Grady yanked her back between his legs, hooked his thumbs in the flimsy panties she wore, and dragged them down, hurriedly pushing them down her thighs until she could kick them off. His hand dipped between her legs, and his long, thick fingers pushed into her.

“Fuck,” she gasped. She wrapped her arms around his neck, squirming and pushing herself down on his hand, urgi ng him on.

Grady nipped at her neck and caressed her breast through the thin T-shirt. “Christ, Caitlin, you are so fucking sexy.” He slid his hand up her chest and wrapped it around her throat. He forced her to look at him. “I want to hear what you sound like when you cum, princess.”

As he gently squeezed her throat, his fingers plunged deep into her.

He used them to fuck her until her legs gave out and her body was his to control.

All she could do was dig her fingers into his shoulders and hold on.

Caitlin threw her head back, loud, obscene gasps and moans falling from her lips.

He released his grip on her, put his arm around her waist, and held her close, using everything he had to give her as much pleasure as possible.

Her body tensed, and a shuddering moan left her as the orgasm built inside her. She finally let go with a lo ud, “Yes!”

Caitlin barely had time to catch her breath before he pushed her to her knees. “Show me what you can do with that mouth, ” he said.

She unbuttoned and unzipped his jeans, yanking them down until his cock was free.

She took the base in her hand and held it tight as she wrapped her lips around him.

Her tongue swirled across the tip, then she slid her mouth down his shaft.

A moan escaped her as she moved, taking more of Grady’s length with every bob of her head, until her nose was pressed against him, and his cock was down h er throat.

Caitlin glanced up at him through her lashes. She watched him as she moved her mouth up and down his shaft. He wrapped a hand around the back of her head and twisted his fingers in her braid.

“That’s it, baby,” Grady growled. “Tak e it all.”

He shifted forward, his hips thrusting, shoving his dick into the warm heat of her mouth.

Fuck, she liked it. She wanted him to fuck her senseless, wanted his cum down her throat, inside her, all over her.

She wanted him to own her, every damn inch of her.

Desire pooled in her stomach as she sucked him into her mouth.

She pushed a hand between her legs, desperate for something to relieve the ache between her legs.

Grady must have known what she needed. He grabbed her arm and pulled her to her feet. “Take off the skirt and the T-shirt.”

She didn’t hesitate to do as he asked. He leaned her over the table, her ass in the air, dropped to one knee, put his warm hands on the inside of her thighs, and kissed a trail up her leg, his tongue briefly diving into her wet pussy before he got to his feet.

He wrapped an arm around her and put his hand between her legs.

His fingers danced over her, teasing her until she thought she might pass out from need.

He gripped her hips as he leaned over her. His hard cock pressed against her ass. She couldn’t resist wiggling it against him. He grabbed her braid and pulled her head back.

“Tell me what you want me to do to you, princess,” h e ordered.

Caitlin squirmed and rolled her eyes. He knew what she wanted; she didn’t have to say it.

A stinging slap landed on her ass, taking her by surprise.

“Answer me,” Grady demanded.

She’d never been so turned on. God, it was even better than she imagined. Every second that passed made her more desperate to have him inside her, filling her up. “I … I want you to fuck me,” she whispered.

“Beg for it,” he said. He smacked her ass again.

“Please fuck me,” she begged. “Fuc k me now!”

The tip of Grady’s cock rubbed against her entrance, and then he slid into her, stretching her wide.

He moved slowly at first, giving her time to adjust. He put a hand on her shoulder and held her in place as he thrust into her.

Once she took him completely, he flexed his hips, slamming into her hard, every movement hitting her sweet spot.

He pulled her upright, slid his hand down her stomach, and circled her clit with tw o fingers.

Caitlin gasped as he used his fingers on her, and his thrusts hit the perfect spot.

She gripped his arm and moved with him, an intimate, scintillating dance like nothing she had ever experienced before.

Her climax started deep inside her, spreading like a wildfire through her until she exploded, coming with a loud scream.

Moisture ran down her thighs as Grady pushed her back over the table and pounded relentlessly into her.

The orgasm rolled through her, draining every ounce of h er energy.

A few seconds later, he slammed into her one last time, burying himself deep inside her, his cock twitching, his breath heavy on her neck, his arms tight around her as he let go.

Caitlin collapsed face down on the kitchen table and tried to catch her breath. Grady’s lips grazed her shoulders and neck, kissing and nibbling the bare skin. He helped her upright and cradled her against his chest.

She fisted his T-shirt in her hands and breathed deeply, Grady’s scent filling her head.

He took hold of her chin and forced her to lo ok at him.

“You know we’re fucked, right?” he murmured.

“I don’t care,” Caitlin replied. “I don’t regret it. I won’t ever regret it.” She swallowed. “Do you?”

Grady shook his head, but he wouldn’t look in her eyes. He let go of her, bent down, picked up her clothes, and put them in her hands.

“You should get dressed. I’m going to start a fire. Warm it up in here.”