Chapter Twelve

Jack

I decide to sleep on the sofa because I want to keep a watchful eye on both of them, but I send my men to a hotel. They can check out of their rooms in the morning. The damn sofa looks comfortable for someone who is five feet tall, not someone who's six two and two hundred pounds. Still, every sound sends me out of my sleep and with my blades ready to defend them.

Unable to sleep, I go to check on them at six in the morning. John is still in a deep slumber, so I'm off to the sexy little felon in the next room. My runaway almost-bride is lying on her back, her pajama top rising to show her flat belly, and my dick hardens painfully.

She moans and sighs, "Jack." Slowly her hand glides over her right breast. Damn, my future wife is getting off in her sleep to thoughts of me. It would be much better if I took her straight there myself.

I take off my shirt and slide onto the bed. My fingers gently lift her top a little higher until her nipple is in my view. "Tell me you want me suck on your perfect tits," I whisper.

"Yes," she moans in her slumber. My mouth lazily captures her nipple, sucking softly, and then she wakes up, trying to push me off her, but I just release her nipple and smile. "Oh my God. What are you doing?"

"What you asked for. Now relax and let me finish what you started." I tip my head back and nip on her breast. "Fuck, you're so responsive. I can't wait until I'm buried between your thighs."

"Jack, what if…" she asks, losing her train of thought as my hand slips under her pajama shorts. I cup her ass and give it a rough squeeze.

"Don't worry. I just checked on him. It's only six. Let me please you," I commanded. She needs to learn to submit to me for her own good. She nods. "Good girl. Time to get what you deserve and so desperately need." My hand moves around to her soaking wet pussy. She's covered in a light dusting of hair. I wonder if it matches her hair color, but I'll see in just a minute because even if she comes on my fingers, I'm not going to be done yet. I want her to soak my face before John wakes up.

She fidgets nervously. "Relax, or I will have to spank you."

"You're all talk, Mr. MacNamara."

"No, baby. I'm just trying to keep quiet for John's sake. Our mansion at home is much larger. He won't hear you scream as you get the spanking you deserve." I lick the underside of her breast, and her head falls back. "You are going to cream all over my fingers after I turn your ass red. Then I'm going to fuck you until you remember that I'm in charge."

"We'll see about that."

"Keep challenging me," I growl, and I bite down on her nipple. "I'm about to forget you're a virgin and tear through that hole." She clenches around my finger, enticed by getting railed, but I can't do it and then have to stop because John wakes up. "If I wasn't afraid of being interrupted, I would."

"You're a tease."

"You haven't seen anything yet. Wait until you defy me." I pump my finger into her perfect, wet hole, watching her body learn what she likes.

"Jack," she whispers.

"Tell me—are you going to be a good girl and come on my fingers like you should have years ago?"

"I…can't."

"Yes, you can." I take her lips with mine, kissing her tenderly as I add a second finger, and my beautiful fiancée comes undone, soaking my fingers with her first of many orgasms for me. Bringing them to my mouth, I lick my digits and suck the glistening fuckers clean.

Her head is flat on the pillow as she tries to get herself under control, but I'm nowhere near done. I want another. It was too fast, and I only got a taste of her, a tiny sample. I need a feast.

"That was sweet, but where do you think you're going?"

"I should check on John."

"He's fine. It's only you and me in the house, and the house is locked up. He's still asleep, so stop trying to hide from me. Don't be embarrassed, because I'm so fucking turned on by your blush. The way you come is so sexy, but I want to see you do it again. I want to feel it, taste it as you do." With my hand on her chest, I nudge her back onto the pillow.

"You're wicked, Mr. MacNamara." Grabbing the cotton material, I pull her bottoms off her ass and down her slender legs. Fuck, her curls are a shade lighter than the hair on her head, and I'm somehow even more turned on. I part her thighs.

She attempts to close them, but I slam them wide open. "Keep them open for me unless I tell you otherwise." She gasps, but that sexy blush deepens. "That's right. You like being told what to do by me, and that's fine when it's only me." I press my thumb to the bottom of her slit and then swipe my tongue along it.

"Oh shit, wow." I eat her like I'm starving because I am. Fuck, I'm pissed that I've missed out on her cunt all these years. She should have been mine, tied to me, lying in my bed every night, getting her pussy tongued down. That jackass she was dating was so lucky he didn't fuck her because I'd kill him.

I dip my finger into her hole, stretching her out because I need to get her prepared for me. There's no way she will be today, though, because I'm too damn big for her virgin little cunt.

"Jack, Jack," she cries out, fisting my hair, running her hands up and down my neck and over my shoulders.

She clamps her hand over her mouth as she screams my name so loud that we both worry she's woken John up, but thankfully he doesn't stir more than a little movement in his bed. I pull back and swipe at my light beard. As much as I'd like to spend all morning giving her orgasms, I need to check on John.

"I'm going to wash up and check on John."

"I'll do it," I tell her. I head into the bathroom and wash my hands and face. When I get out, I slip on my shirt, but she's already out of the bedroom. I open the door, and John's in her arms. She's only wearing my button-down dress shirt, and she looks sexy as fuck in it.

"Time for breakfast, and then we're going to head to the airport."

"Okay." She seems less reserved than yesterday, but she's not ready to leave any more than she was before.

****

We board the plane and thankfully, John decides it's a good time for a nap. We are able to tuck him into a seat and settle him down easily after putting on a movie.

The flight attendant brings us each a drink, and my men sit on the other end of the plane while I speak with Nora, who's in a pair of shorts that did little to help my aching need to be inside her. Damn summertime.

The airplane is a cool sixty-nine degrees, but outside today it is eighty. When we land, I expect the humidity to smack us in the face, so the damn ridiculously short shorts were fair, but they're wreaking havoc on my blood pressure. Her long hair has been wrapped up in a tight ponytail, showcasing her sleek, slender neck that I want to suck on.

Reaching over, I cup her hand that's on her bouncing knee, lacing our fingers together. "I'm sorry that I'm taking you away from your life here."

She pulls her hand away, using it to grab her drink, taking a long gulp before setting it down shakily on the table between us. "Afraid of flying?"

"Um, no."

She's completely unsettled, and I refuse to keep this between us so I stare at her, waiting for her to let me in. It's only been two days, but there's some sort of instant connection between us that I can't deny. "Jack, can I be honest with you?"

I take her hand and hold it firmly so she doesn't pull it away. "Always. You know damn well I want your honesty."

Nora bites down on her bottom lip, bracing herself and working up the nerve for whatever little confession she's going to give me. I know the truth, so I just need her to spill the beans and unburden herself. "It's not that I love my life in Philly so much as I fear going back to Chicago."

"Does it have to do with the fact that you were supposed to marry me years ago, Miss Fieri?" I question with a bit of amusement in my tone because I'm unbothered by it.

She gasps, squeezing my hand, her color paling. It takes her a good moment to regain her composure and ask, "You know? How long?"

"I learned when I went to the hotel again. It looks like you were meant to be my wife one way or another."

"It seems you're getting your way," she huffs.

I chuckle. "No offense, beautiful, but I didn't want to marry you then either. I didn't even know about the supposed arranged marriage offer until the day before you ran away."

"Oh." Fuck, I've offended her. I reach out and cup her soft, feminine chin.

"Don't hide from me, Nora. If I had met you then, trust me when I say I would have made sure you didn't get away and you were carrying more than my last name by the end of the week."

"You're a smooth-talking man, Jack."

"No one would believe you if they heard that."

"Well, I'm glad that you saved it for me, then." I bring her hand to my lips and kiss it.

"We have a lot of planning to do for the wedding, but I don't want to wait a long time for it."

"How long?"

"No more than a month."

"Okay."

"I suppose you gave me a long enough time as it is," she teases.

"That I did."

When we arrive at the airport, my brothers are waiting for us. Their eyes widen when they see me carrying John. "Holy fuck, it's true." Ian's eyes fill with tears.

"Little man is back," Connor chuckles. He reaches out and rubs his hand. It's what he's always done. A little touch that John allowed. John lifts his head off me and toward them before dropping it to Nora, reaching for her with a whine.

"It's okay. I'll take him."

"He's too damn heavy for you. He can walk, or I'll carry him."

"So, you're Nora," Connor says, eyeing my future wife like a fucking vulture.

"Keep that tongue in your motherfucking mouth before I rip it out."

"Calm down, Brother. I only wanted to say thank you for taking care of John."

"Come on. We shouldn't be out in the open," Shamus says, looking around.

"He's right," Ian adds, putting his hand on Nora's back, leading her to the vehicle while watching out for trouble. As my head enforcer, it's his job to take motherfuckers out and protect the family.

"And, Nora, John looks very healthy," Connor said, "so whatever your part in this, I'm glad you took care of him."

"I told you she wasn't involved in the abduction," I snarl, buckling John into the car seat inside the SUV. Ian takes the driver's seat while Connor moves to the front passenger seat.

"Yes, but she's related to the Fieris."

"How did you know that?" she asks. I sit her on my lap and close the door.

"Because we've met before, haven't we?"

"Yes, we did," she answers. "I thought he was the one I was marrying."

Connor and I bust out laughing. "I was in the middle of killing someone."

"Oh, yeah, not a great first impression. Either way, I was out of there and told my dad I wasn't interested, but he wasn't having it."

"Father would have settled on any of us marrying her, but Fieri wanted you because it meant the king of the MacNamaras, the heir to the empire."

"Well, it doesn't mean shit because he is a drowned rat as far as I'm concerned." I take her hand and say, "He sent my bride running. Tell me, now, beautiful. Did he put his hands on you?"

"It was a long time ago." God, having her on my lap makes me fucking hard as hell.

"That's all I needed to know."

"You never have to be afraid again. You know that, right?" Connor says. "You're marrying this crazy fucker, and he's not going to let any shit like that stand. He's been hunting down every lead for John for the past year. Hell, he would have found him sooner if my stupid-ass father didn't lose his temper."

None of us miss Nora's visceral reaction at the mere mention of my father.

"What was that about, Nora?" Connor asks.

"Nothing."

"Don't lie to me," I growl.

"I didn't lie to you."

"Fucking semantics. We all saw your fucking reaction," I grunt, gripping her chin and making her look at me.

"Okay. I met him once, and he made my skin crawl."

"Wow, she must really know him," Ian chuckles.

"Don't worry. I won't let him harm you, and you don't have to deal with him if you don't want to. You're in charge of our household, and I'm the head of the family now—not my father."

"Oh, I thought he was."

"Not anymore. He hasn't been for several years now."

"Good. We don't have to see him today, do we?"

"No, we're going straight home." We pull into the estate and directly to my mansion and into the garage. I refuse to give my father even a glimpse at John. So far, he's unaware that we've found him.

"When are you going to tell him about John?"

"It won't be long until he comes to see me and learns of my wedding, so I may as well address the issue tomorrow. Giving us a day to settle in is the best way to go about it."

"That works, Brother. You know we're here for you all in every way." They help us out of the SUV and into the main foyer of the house.

"Welcome to your new home, Nora."

"John, you are home, buddy," I tell my little brother.

"Mr. MacNamara, you're back." Agnes, my housekeeper, comes into the hall with a big smile. Her mouth falls open at the sight of John and then at Nora.

"Oh, my goodness, I can't believe it."

"Yes, I found him, but it's a secret for now. Tomorrow we'll go see my father."

She nods. "Do you need anything? Mr. Connor prepared everything you requested, but I had no idea why."

"Let's show John to his room," Connor says. Ian and Connor grab their suitcases while I take him and one suitcase. Nora walks beside me.

Connor opens the room just down the hall from mine. It's further away from the stairs, so he won't be able to run down them without passing my room. "Do you want to see your room, buddy?" I ask him.

Ian opens the door, and it's set up sparsely and yet safely. "I read up on autism yesterday and thought you might want to decorate it with what you feel is safe."

"Thanks, Bro. I appreciate it very much."

"We brought a lot of his toys, which will help him acclimate. Thank you," Nora says. We open up the suitcases and as we get to a third, it's Nora's and I quickly zip it shut because her panties are in it. A growl slips past my lips.

"Jack, why don't you help Nora with her things? We can spend some time with our little brother. We haven't seen him in over a year either."

"Are you sure?" I ask them, because he can be too much at times and they had trouble before.

They smile and nod. "Of course. We missed him too."

"Okay. We won't be long."

"Take your time," Connor says, wagging his brows. Nora blushes, so I take her hand and her suitcase with me and lead her to our bedroom down the hall.

As soon as I have her in the room and the door closes, I pin her to it, my mouth slamming on hers. "Jack," she moans as I pull back.

"Woman, I've been waiting all day for that."

"Me too." My hands slide under her top. "Please," she begs.

"What do you need, babe?"

"I need you to touch me." I lift her top over her head and toss it on the floor, then scoop her off her feet, carrying her to the middle of the bed. I shrug off my suit jacket and toss it on the chair.

"Fuck, I'm going to touch you everywhere." Her tits bounce as her ass hits the mattress, and I'm salivating like a teen seeing his first fucking set. My dick is so damn hard that I might nut way too soon, but I can't do that to my woman. I bend down and slip off my shoes and socks, followed by hers until we're both barefoot and there's one less damn thing in our way.

My hands slip into Nora's hair, and I dip in for another taste of her lips, sliding my tongue along hers and tasting a bit of mint and chocolate. I groan, aching to just consume her, body and soul. My fingers move up and down until I cup her breasts through the fabric and swipe my tongue over the uncovered soft, plump tops. She needs to be completely naked before I go insane. I reach around and unsnap her bra, freeing her luscious tits from their confines. Her breasts have to be the most spectacular things I've ever seen. I want to devour them. I'm never going to get any work done because every time I close my eyes, these beauties will be there.

"Fuck, they're perfect." My dick bucks in my trousers.

"Suck them, please." I nod and cup one in each hand, then take the left one in my mouth, sucking on it. She moans and gasps, rolling her hips on the bed. "Jack."

I can only grunt with my mouth full, but I indulge myself and move to the other and suck on it hard. She's going to make me come the way she's moaning. Her pussy must be juicing all over her thighs. I release one of her large mounds and slide down to her shorts, dipping my hands under the stretchy material, and run my hand between her legs.

"Fuck, you're so wet." I dip my finger into her slit. "Wow, you're going to come fast for me like you're supposed to."

"I'm going to come," she says, her fingers clinging onto my biceps, and she lets out a howling scream. I need to get unclothed because I want those claws digging into my skin, marking me up. She has no clue how much she has gotten under my skin, and I want the marks to prove it.

Fuck, it's beautiful the way she comes, but I catch her mouth because I don't want to scare John. When I pull back, I stare at my sexy woman, her face flushed, eyes glassy, and hair mussed.

"Take off your clothes. I need to be inside you. I want to fuck that tight little cunt until you scream my name," I command her while I tug off my tie. My clothes never came off so fast in my life, but it doesn't matter as I stare at the woman in bed looking like a queen fit for a king. "Are you sure you're a virgin? You look like a damn seductress sent to consume my soul."

"You're the one who consumed me, if my memory serves me correctly."

"Yes, I did, didn't I? Best meal I've ever had." I lick my lips and stalk toward the bed, stroking my length. A large bead of precum coats my tip, waiting for her sweet hole. Knowing her cunt is pure means she's more than likely unprotected, and the thought immediately gets me harder. Creating my heir fills my head and I stare at Nora, aching in every damn way.

"Open up. I want you to feed me."

"Come and eat." Nora parts her legs, and she's glistening all the way down from her sticky hole to her inner thighs.

"Fuck, baby girl. You're dripping for me." She nods and runs her hands all over her stomach, nerves getting the better of her. "Put those hands above your head. Don't hide anything from me. I want to see all of you, sweet, delicious Nora."

I glide my hands up her sinfully innocent legs that are about to be ruined for anyone else because they belong to me. The ruler of the MacNamara Empire. I run my mouth up her body, licking every inch of her, kissing my way until I reach her lips. "I love the way you taste, but I need to be in you before we're interrupted."

My fat tip rubs against her wet entrance and my pulse beats right there, throbbing to be in her. My muscles constrict as I press my hands down on the mattress. "Are you ready?"

"Yes, Jack." I push my way in, splitting her pussy lips open, and drive into her cunt hole. Inch by painfully slow inch, I claim her. She closes her eyes as I take her.

"Open your eyes and relax, my woman. You will look at me when I'm inside you." Her eyes flash open wide like I commanded.

"You're so big," she sighs, pressing her hands to my arms, and then pulls me down for a kiss.

"Fuck," I grunt, pulling out and pushing back in again. Her sweet pussy gushes around my length.

"You feel so damn good," I growl, working my hips. Ever since I saw her, I've been thinking about this moment. "Tell me how you're feeling."

"Full and good."

"I want you to feel wonderful and satisfied." I roll my hips and she moans, grinding hers upward as she clings to me. Pumping faster, I give in to her moans. She cries out, clawing my body as I suck on her supple tits.

"Fuck, I need to hear it. Come for me." Her walls flex tightly around my thick rod like a damn fitted glove. Even though she's soaked, she's still insanely tight.

"Jack," she screams. I wrap my hand around her hair and bring her mouth to mine, kissing her hard as I pump my seed into her womb and filling her up. I'm not done just yet, but I'm going to give her sore pussy a break. Getting up, I get a washcloth to soothe her.

We lay there for a bit, and then there's a knock on the door. "Shit, okay. It's probably my brothers."

"Hey, I have to get going," Connor says through the door. "John's sleeping, so you got some time."

"Thanks," I call out as I slip on my boxer briefs and walk to the door to speak with him for a minute. As he walks off, he says, "Take a shower; you smell like sex."

"Shut up and go home."

"I was already," he says, sticking out his tongue like he's a kid. I close the door and then turn back to see Nora getting dressed.

"Get back in bed and rest."

She tilts her head and sighs. "Thank you, but I have to take care of John soon."

I walk over to the bed and kneel with one knee on the mattress. Cupping her chin, I give her a deep, soul-searing kiss. "Leave that to me. Remember that you're not alone in this anymore," I say, giving her a kiss on her forehead. "I'm going to shower, and then we'll eat some food because I'm starving and I'm sure you are too."

"Sounds good to me too." She sighs and falls back on the bed, looking exhausted and sated. I could totally get used to it.