Quinn

I watch Molly talk to Allen as she’s lays out a plan she told me and Novak this morning to get Ian out of hiding. She’s a natural leader, smart, tough as nails, and charming as fuck. I know she said being the boss wasn’t her thing, but she’d be damn good at it.

“Do you have a specific man of Ian’s to target?” Allen asks Molly.

“The one you’ve seen the most in the clubs. Give the shark the money to loan and when word gets around that Ian himself is dealing fakes, he’ll be burned. That’s the first step; the rest should fall into place quickly,” she explains.

“Well damn, Mrs. O’Sullivan. You’re sure you want to be married to the big bad boss? I saw your moves the other night; you could clean house every weekend.” I give Allen a glare but all he does is grin at me.

“How are things otherwise?” I ask him.

“Same old same old. I’ll be over next week with the numbers.” He turns to Molly and says, “I’m sure you’ve seen a few spreadsheets like that.”

“Oh, god yeah. I’d help with Dublin’s pit fighting numbers all the time.”

“I look forward to seeing you again soon,” Allen says as he shakes her hand.

“We’ll talk later,” I nod and grab Molly’s hand.

“Bye, Allen,” she tells him with a wave.

We walk up to the street together and back to my SUV.

“What now?”

“I thought we’d go shopping, buy some household stuff to make you feel at home.” I want her to be comfortable. “You also didn’t bring a lot of clothes, so I’m buying you more.” I practically demand of her.

She lets out a giggle. “Be careful, Quinn. I could seriously test your bank account.”

I smile and tell her, “Whatever you want to get, don’t worry about the rest.”

“Dead on”

And so, we spend the next few hours shopping. I was happy to find out she hated pink but true to her Irish heritage loves green. She has a casual clothing style, but I managed to talk her into some fancy clothes as well. We talked a lot again, something I find myself doing more than I have my whole before her. She whistles a lot, though I’ve become accustomed to it. She shared stories of Ireland, including old tales her Granddad told her of the wise saviour who lived in the forest behind his cabin.

We also spent a good forty-five minutes in the Victoria Secret’s dressing room making out while she tried lacey things on for me. It was hard not to just fuck her against the wall, but I didn’t want her first time, our first time, there.

By the time we’re back at home, I have major blue balls, and a hard-on that hasn’t gone away since this afternoon. We unload our bags in the living room, and I dismiss my guards that are usually at the front and back doors, asking them to give us some extra space. The only thing on my mind at this point is getting Molly naked underneath me.

“You hungry? I can make us something to eat,” Molly asks, taking her jacket off and draping it over the kitchen chair.

“Starving,” I growl, and I’m not talking about food.

Molly turns to me, a sexy grin playing on her face. “I don’t know how this works.” She then clarifies and says, “Sex.” She doesn’t seem scared, just honest, something I love about her.

“I don’t know how it does either,” I tell her, wanting to be just as honest.

“You’re not a virgin,” she states.

“I’m not, I’ve had sex once. I was eighteen and it was a drunken mess to get it over with. I don’t remember a damn thing, and I’m so fucking glad for it because I want this to be my first experience. With you, my wife.” I hope she understands what I’m trying to say. If I knew she’d be mine, I would have waited, given her the gift she’ll give me.

“So,” she lets out a breath, taking a step closer to me before continuing, “we’ll muddle through it together.”

“We won’t muddle through shit. It’ll be fucking amazing between us.”

She smiles sweetly at me and says “Let’s go upstairs.” Then she grabs my hand and leads me to our bedroom, shutting the door behind us. “You’ll let me know if I’m doing something wrong?” Again, not scared, but eager to do this right.

“You could never do anything wrong,” I purr as I close the distance between us.

A shy smile spreads over her face as she slowly pulls her top over her head, revealing a white lace bra. She has large breasts dusted with freckles. She toes off her shoes and unzips her jeans peeling them down her legs and I see her matching panties. As she stands in front of me, she takes the elastic out of her mane of hair, shaking it so it falls around her shoulders.

Fuck me, she looks like an Irish Queen. I’m impossibly hard in my jeans, and I can’t wait another damn second to get my mouth on her. I go in to do just that, but she reaches out to stop me. I growl at her, not liking her preventing me from getting to her.

She giggles and drops her hand. “Take your clothes off.” She doesn’t have to ask twice. I strip completely, leaving me stark naked. I want her to see all of me. Her eyes widen as she looks at my cock. I’m rock solid, and all because of her.

“You’re huge. How the heck are you going to fit?” I try not to laugh at her question. She’s innocent, and I love that she’s not hesitating about any of this.

“We’ll fit. We were made for each other.” I gather her in my arms and she lets out a little gasp. My hard cock is grinding into her stomach, and I kiss her. She wraps her arms around my neck and pulls us closer. I rip my lips away and move to her throat.

“Bloody hell, Quinn. Give me more,” she moans, her accent thicker. I try to growl but it’s more like a purr. I unclasp her bra, releasing her beautiful breasts and latch on to her nipple, loving the sound she makes when I do. She runs her hands through my hair gripping it tightly, tugging me against her. I switch breasts, giving it some attention too before I trail kissed down the rest of her body.

I get to my knees when I reach her panties and pause for a beat. I can’t believe I get to touch this beautiful creature, or that she’s my wife. Not wanting to wait a second longer, I peel off her panties, her hands braced on my shoulders. I reveal the most intimate part of her, a nicely trimmed patch of red hair framing her delicious looking pussy. I need to taste her, something I’ve never done before, but I want to with her, every chance I get.

I stand abruptly, picking her up and placing her on the bed. I lean down and kiss her hard, loving that she gives just as much back.

“I’m going to taste every inch of you,” I tell her.

“Do I get to taste you?” I nearly come from that image alone.

“We’ll save that for another day, right now I want to explore.” I spread her legs wide, opening her to me. I can’t wait anymore, I lean down and take my first taste. It’s amazing, and I’m instantly addicted. I lick and suck every inch, her moans make me crazy, winding me up, even more. I eat her up and it doesn’t take long for her to cum in my mouth. She tastes like fucking heaven. When I lick her clean, I kiss up her body and take her mouth with mine.

“I taste myself on you. It’s fuckin’ hot,” she murmurs breathlessly.

I let out a groan. “Hell Molly, half the shit that comes out of your mouth makes me want to blow my load.” I kiss her again.

“Then blow it inside me.” Again, with her words.

I look down to see my cock perfectly lined up with her opening. “Would we make a baby?”

She lets out a laugh and says, “Probably. I’m not on any birth control.” She doesn’t sound the least bit concerned. The thought of breeding her, having her round with my children, curly red-headed babies everywhere, makes me smile, and once again I see a full life with her. Something I never thought I’d have, never wanted, before Molly.

I take her mouth in a hard kiss and enter her at the same time. I feel my cock break through her barrier and it’s the most incredible feeling in the world. I feel pride and possession come over me like a heatwave.

“Oh, bloody fuckin’ hell that hurts,” she curses, full Irish coming through.

“Relax lass. It’ll get better.” I play up my own, accent and all.

She giggles, and then starts moaning when I begin to move. I growl as her tight wet pussy clamps down on me like a vise.

“Fuck Molly, you feel so damn good,” I moan in her ear.

“Harder Quinn.” I do as my Queen commands. I’m so wild, burning for her, and I let down all my walls, all my control and just be with her. We’re fucking and making love at the same time. It’s the single best experience of my life. How the fuck did I survive thirty-four years without this woman? She’s staying by my side forever, no matter what happens, regardless of who we must face. Together we’ll be.

I’m at my limit, I can’t hold back any longer. “Molly, come with me, please.” I’m not above begging at this point.

“I’m there, Quinn,” she moans and grips my forearms.

I pump hard a few more times, then release my entire load inside her, hoping to god it takes root and binds her to me forever. She comes at the same time, letting out a long sexy moan. I don’t leave her body though, instead resting my arms on either side, so I don’t crush her.

“That was fucking amazing.” I kiss her bruised lips.

“Will it always be like this?” She asks out of breath.

“Fuck yeah, it will.” I kiss her once more, something I can’t get enough of. I look down at Molly, her hair is wild over my pillow, her eyes bright green with lust. She gives me a sweet smile as I feel her hands stroke my beard.

“I want to do this often,” she tells me with a grin.

I chuckle and reply, “Very often.” I kiss her again, and again, and again and soon we’re making love a second time.