14
“Like the size of my club?” Murphy asked, wiggling his brows.
Tessa pinched the bridge of her nose, and he knew she was trying to keep from laughing. Nothing good could come from encouraging him in public—as she would say. Of course, he caught the twitch of her lips and just grinned wider.
She leaned forward and bit his jaw, sending shivers down his spine. And since they were indeed in public—a miniature golf course of all places—he didn’t wrap his arms around her and kiss her hard. He’d just have to tally that up for later when they were alone.
“You’re going to get us kicked out of miniature golf, and we will never live that down. You know that.” She rolled her eyes much like Rowan was prone to do, and he just shook his head, still smiling while holding the small, bright blue golf club he’d be using while they did their nine holes. Neither of them had been sure they could do a full eighteen, even if it mostly consisted of windmills and the dreaded clown statue at hole seventeen.
No one needed to see clowns swallow your balls.
No one.
Tessa nudged his side, bringing him out of his weird thoughts. “What on earth are you thinking about? Your face just got all weird.”
He leaned down and pressed a kiss to the tip of her nose. “Thanks for commenting on my looks. Good to know you’re not here for just my body.”
“You’re an idiot. It’s a wonder we’ve been friends this long and I haven’t beaten you.”
“I’d joke about that but I’m pretty sure you could take me.”
“Of course, I can. But really, what were you thinking about that made your face all squinty?”
“Clowns and balls.” He shuddered. “You don’t want to know.”
Tessa winced. “Hole seventeen? Like, what the heck were they thinking when they made that statue? It’s what nightmares are made of. Oh, and ha ha on the whole ball thing. I think you’re the first person ever to make a ball joke when it comes to miniature golf.” Her tone was so dry he would have missed her laughter if he hadn’t been looking into her eyes.
He always looked into her eyes these days, he couldn’t help it.
“I love that you just knew why my mind went there. Well, I love it, and I’m also a little scared.”
She snorted and took his hand as they started their way to the first hole. “You’re one of my closest friends, and I’ve seen you naked, I’m pretty sure that puts us on a level where we can be dorks together. Plus, my mind is a very dirty place.” She whispered that last part, though there wasn’t anyone around them. It was a weeknight, and there was also a carnival opening that evening just a block away so the miniature golf place was pretty deserted. It gave Murphy more of a chance to accidentally brush against Tessa’s very fine ass as he set up for his shot. He couldn’t help it, he loved that butt. Hell, he loved every curve of her, and Little Murphy was already standing at attention, raring to go—and they hadn’t even done much to get him that hard.
Murphy was going to end up with a limp by the end of the night if he weren’t careful. He cleared his throat when Tessa gave him a knowing look and scanned his body. Yeah, she knew exactly what she did to him. But considering he’d watched her press her thighs together after they’d left the diner where he’d been whispering dirty things into her ear all night during dinner, he knew the feeling was mutual.
Not a bad way to spend the evening with your best girl.
“Ready to start?” Tessa asked. “I mean, if it takes you a few times to get it in the hole, I understand.” She fluttered her eyelashes. “It’s not like this would be a new thing, right?”
He snarled a bit and set up his shot again, swinging with careful accuracy and long-practiced, held-back strength.
The damn ball hit the mound in front of him and rolled right back to where it had started.
He looked up at Tessa, daring her to say anything, but she just broke out into rolling laughter, tears falling down her cheeks.
“Not one word, Tessa Stone. You make fun of my ball or how I couldn’t get it into the hole on the first try, and I’ll spank that ass red.” He wouldn’t, but since they were alone, he might as well joke with her.
She raised a brow and licked her lips. “Promise?”
Murphy let out a groan and adjusted himself, figuring he’d end up with zipper marks over his dick soon if he weren’t careful. He might not have the same energy he’d had before he got sick, but Tessa gave him a boost every time he looked at her.
He wasn’t sure what he thought about the full meaning of that, so he set it aside for later. Live in the now, he reminded himself. Just be.
It’s all he could do.
Soft hands cupped his face, and he blinked. “Where did you go?” she whispered. “Your eyes got all sad.”
He slid his hand over one of hers and pulled it away so he could kiss her palm. “You read me so well.”
“Of course, I do. You do the same with me. I can’t seem to hide a damn thing from you.”
He kissed her cheek and sighed. “Fun tonight, Tessa. Just fun.”
She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder. “Got it. Now, go and try to get that ball of yours into that hole. We’re in the middle of a competition, Gallagher, and you’re losing.” She smacked his butt slightly and grinned. “Onward, noble steed!”
Murphy snorted and went back to his position. At this rate, they would never finish the game—not that he minded. He just liked spending time with Tessa outside of the house and all the drama that came with their lives.
“You sound like Rowan when you say that.” He kept his concentration on the ball, and this time, hit it right into the hole. “Hell yeah.”
Tessa laughed. “Rowan is a hoot, and yeah, that did sound like something she’d say. And hole in two? I think I’d better step up my game, Gallagher.”
He winked before whistling and headed over to pick up his ball. “Better watch out, Stone. I play for keeps.”
“Game on.”
“Who knew miniature golf could get you so horny?” Tessa panted as she went to her knees in front of him. They’d barely made it into the house before she had his back to the door and his cock in her hands.
Seriously, he had to be the luckiest man alive when it came to Tessa. The rest of his life might be going to shit, but Tessa? She made life worth living.
Again, he wasn’t going to think about the ramifications of that statement, and since she had her lips on the tip of his dick, it was pretty hard to think about anything.
“Jesus Christ, Tessa.” He wrapped his hand in her hair and pumped his hips, her mouth a warm caress on his cock. “And it wasn’t the golf. It was that little shake you did with your hips when you hit the ball just right and the way you bent over right in front of me, brushing that luscious ass of yours over my groin when you’d reach down and get your ball.” His eyes crossed when she sucked hard, and he let out a shaky breath. “Holy fuck. Keep going.”
She let him go with a wet pop and licked her lips. “You were just as bad with all those brushes and caresses. I’m pretty sure I soaked through my panties.”
He growled and lifted her up before she could suck on him again. “I need to be inside you. Now.”
He had his mouth on her, and his hand inside her panties in the next instant. She sucked in a breath even as she clung to him when he speared her with two fingers. She was so damn wet, he slid in easily, her damp heat squeezing him hard.
“You’re close, aren’t you, baby?”
She nodded, rocking her hips so her clit brushed his hand. “I need to come, Murphy. Please. I need you.”
He bit her lip, and she gasped. “Rock on my hand. Keep going. Make yourself come.”
She shook her head. “I want you to do it. I can make myself come with just my hands and my vibrator, but when you do it? I come even harder. So hard that my nipples ache and my body shakes. Make me come, Murphy.”
He kissed her again, moving her back so her butt rested along the edge of the couch. “Since you’re begging, baby.” He went to his knees in front of her and stripped her out of her shorts in one quick motion. Then he had his mouth on her cunt, his tongue flicking her clit and his fingers pumping in and out of her.
One leg wrapped around his shoulder and the other pressed to his chest as she shook. She slid one hand into his hair, tugging, and he didn’t care. He just needed her to come on his face, needed her to lose control so he could taste every inch of her.
There was nothing better than the taste of Tessa Stone when she came.
She made a soft sound, just a catch of breath, and he knew she was close. So he twisted his fingers just right, and she bucked against him, coming so hard that he had to keep one hand on her hip so she wouldn’t fall.
“Inside me,” she gasped. “I need you inside me.”
He kissed her, loving the way she moaned at the taste of herself on his tongue. “You’re a greedy lover tonight.”
“I just had my mouth on your dick and had to keep my teeth safe from that piercing. I deserve your cock, mister. So give it to me.”
He gave her a mock sigh before shucking off his jeans after pulling put a condom from his pocket. “Take off your shirt and bra, baby. I’m going to need to see those tits when I fuck you.”
She licked her lips. “I want to see your chest, too.”
He slowly rolled the condom down his length and nodded. “Can do.” He stripped off his shirt and groaned when she slid her bra off, and her breasts bounced. Her nipples were swollen and red, ready for him.
“Have I mentioned that I love that you have such sensitive nipples?” he cupped one breast and slid the pad of his thumb over her rigid peak. She shivered, moaning.
“I could come like that, but I don’t want to.” Her eyes pleaded with him. “Please. Inside.”
He winked and moved closer before gripping her hips and lifting her so her butt rested on the edge of the couch. “That I can do.” Then he thrust into her hard with one movement, and both of them froze.
“Holy shit,” she breathed. “Did you get bigger?”
“You say the sweetest things, baby.” He kissed the tip of her nose. “I mean, seriously. If I’m ever having a bad day, I just need you to talk to my dick and I’d be squared for a few hours.”
She let out a laugh, and he joined her. “How can I be laughing with your dick all hard and yummy inside me.”
He reached between them and slid his thumb over her clit, loving the way her eyes rolled back. “Because this isn’t just sex. This is you and me. We laugh. We fuck. We fight. We fuck again. But it’s fucking with everything else that comes with it.” He cupped the back of her head so their gazes met. “Just you and me, baby. That’s all we need.”
She bit her lip, an emotion in her eyes he couldn’t quite place before she moved. “Yes,” she hissed as he started to move with her.
Though they’d started out fast and had laughed through it all, this part was anything but. It was all slow movements and arches, feeling every inch of each other. He’d never made love to a woman before, and he thought this just might be it, but he wasn’t ready to call it that. Not yet, not when he didn’t know what was next.
But as they came, their bodies sweaty and wrapped around one another, Murphy knew that they’d never be the same. And even thinking they’d be able to walk away from this unchanged would have been a lie. Tessa was in his pores, in his skin…and if something altered that, he wasn’t sure what he’d do.