Author's Note: Hey kids. I'm back. Miss me? So, when I started writing/posting I pretty much decided when it came to the Boondock fandom I was going to stick with Connor. He is my favorite and doesn't get nearly enough love in this fandom (IMHO). But for some reason, Murphy started pouting at me and wanted to play too. And here's what came from that. This is pure smut. I mean, I guess you could say slight PWP, but overall it's just Murphy/OFC smut one-shot. I doubt I will revisit this pairing, but who knows what the future holds...? It has nothing to do with my "Make This Go On Forever"/"Ashes & Wine" arc, completely separate.

I need to thank AislingIsobel and Rhanon Brodie before I forget. They read over this at the various stages and held my hand when necessary. So much love to you both. And after you all read this, mosey on over to their stories. I promise you won't be disappointed.

Again, this is just smut. So if you aren't into that, you may want to head back the way you came from. Otherwise, enjoy... I'm pretty sure this is the smuttiest I've ever managed to be.

Disclaimer: I have no claim to the Boondock universe. If I did... well... things would be very, very different. All credit for Boondock goes to Troy Duffy, Sean Patrick Flanery, Norman Reedus, etc. All I gots is little Riley. "Hunger for the Great Light" is all Dave Matthews Band. If you haven't heard it, look it up. So. Good.

Hunger for the Great Light

"I wanna be your hunger... I wanna see you open wide... and when I go down for you... I wanna blow your mind..."


He really wasn't used to this feeling. Usually Connor could be found across the room, bending his ear with a bad joke or forcing him to go out for a drink. But his brother was nowhere to be seen, off with some girl that he had met the week before. Leaving Murphy by himself. A rarity.

The dark haired twin stubbornly twisted the knob of the archaic television back and forth, the screen filled with static and a black and white picture. He punched the side of the box, trying to clear the picture, but only succeeding in giving himself a set of sore knuckles. Frustrated, he abruptly flipped off the set and rubbed his hands over his face. Gnawing his thumbnail, he glanced at the clock.

"'alf pas' ten," he muttered, glowering as the second hand moved sluggishly, dragging the moments. Connor wouldn't be back until at least 2:00 am and most likely wouldn't be alone if all went well. With a grunt, Murphy shoved himself to his feet, yanking his coat off the arm of the moth-eaten couch. He pulled it over his broad shoulders, slipping his rosary under his thin black tee, shivering as the cool wood settled against his chest. Checking his pockets for his wallet and keys, he glanced around the apartment before he ducked out the door, pulling it shut behind him.

The glass seemed to be mocking him two hours later.

Murphy scowled at the pint in front of him, poking it with his finger, watching the liquid move to and fro with the slight shove. He let out a sigh and glanced around the bar, hoping that somewhere, something would catch his interest. The music was too loud, the bass vibrating harshly down his spine. Writhing bodies were packed on the dance floor, the sharp tang of sweat in the air.

The bar couldn't be less like McGinty's if he had planned it. He had made his way to the opposite side of town, as far as three straight cigarettes would take him, knowing that Connor would probably manage to bring his date to the Irish pub at some point if they weren't there already. He knew his brother wouldn't have minded seeing him there, but he thought he would attempt to be a gentleman, let the date have his lighter half to herself, just this once.

"I don't think you could look more out of place if you tried…"

Murphy started, his eyes quickly shifting towards the sound of the voice. Full glossy pink lips smirked at him, a tiny diamond just below her lip catching the harsh light above the bar. His eyes traveled over a button nose with a smattering of freckles to meet a pair of dark green eyes smudged and rimmed with black.

"Aye?" he finally replied, turning his body on the stool to give his full attention, resting his arms on the bartop.

The petite brunette gave him a grin as her hands moved to pull her long dark hair into a high ponytail, the neck of her shirt falling to expose a creamy white shoulder offsetting a neon yellow strap. "No offense meant, you just look like you wish you were anywhere else."

Murphy gave a chuckle, moving his finger around the rim of his beer glass. "Et's no'so ba'," he replied, raising his voice to be heard over the thumping bass.

She raised a thin, dark eyebrow at him as she grabbed a rag from under the bar and wiped down the top. "If that's supposed to convince me, try a little harder," she told him, lifting his glass to wipe up the condensation that had gathered under it. "You haven't even taken off your coat," she pointed out, jerking her chin. "Meeting someone perhaps?"

He wrapped his fingers around the glass and leaned forward, shaking his head. "Just takin' me time," he told her. "An' ye weren't th' one dat served me dis sad 'cuse fer a pint. 'less ye shrunk." "An' gained a set o' nice tits," he thought to himself, his eyes flickering to her chest.

The brunette snorted and grabbed the glass from him, replacing it with a fresh pint of a darker brew. "Didn't think you struck me as a Stella man considering you winced with every sip you managed to suffer down. And I just got back here about ten minutes ago. Bruce probably screwed your order."

Murphy wrinkled his nose before lifting the new glass to his mouth, swallowing a mouthful, relaxing as the stout moved down his throat. "Aye, dat's much bet', girl," he approved. "An' wha' I 'ad wanted in th' firs' place."

She gave him a wink. "Next time open your mouth. No one benefits from you suffering in silence." Her focus shifted and she lifted a finger to let someone know she'd be right with them before turning her gaze back to Murphy. "Have to tend other paying customers. If you need anything, just give a holler."

He raised an eyebrow. "Ye wan' ta give me a name? Or shoul' I jus' bellow?"

A smiled played over her lips. "Riley, just ask for Riley," she told him, patting her hand on the bar and walking to the other end.

Murphy lifted his pint to his mouth, taking a healthy swig as he eyed her swaying backside appreciatively.

"No' e'en a peek den, lass?"

Murphy grinned as he watched Riley toss her head back and laugh. The night had crept on with Riley making sure he was never without a drink and seeming to linger a little longer each time she returned.

"I told you that was Mardi Gras," she replied, folding her arms on the bar and leaning towards him. "I don't see any beads, so tell me, what do you have to offer?"

He gave her a wink. "Me charm an' good looks shoul' be 'nough, I reckon."

She gave a giggle, her green eyes sparkling. "Thinking mighty high of yourself, aren't you?"

The Irishman gave her a shrug. "'ealthy bou' o' confidence ne'er 'urt anyone, las' I checked." He drained what was left of his beer as she slid a new pint in front of him. "Wha' ef I buy ye a drin'? Den ca' I ge' a loo'?" he asked hopefully, wiping his mouth on the back of his hand.

Riley bit her lower lip and shook her head as she placed his empty glass in the bin. "I'm a bartender, Murph. I ca' buy me own drinks," she returned, attempting her version of his brogue.

Murphy let out a bark of laughter. "Dat was terrible, girl! Was dat 'posed ta be me?"

A flush came over her cheeks. "Not all of us can have the sexy accent happening for us," she replied.

Murphy leaned closer. "Ye tink I'm sexy den?" he asked, his voice lower, his brogue rougher.

The side of Riley's mouth quirked. "I said your accent is sexy. Let's not get carried away."


Murphy and Riley glanced up at the bouncer's booming voice as the crowd stumbled towards the bar.

"You need to go?" she asked, her eyes watching as he pulled out a handful of bills and tossed them on the bar.

Murphy met her gaze, cocking his head to the side. "Ye go' a reason fer me ta stay?" he asked as he pocketed his wallet.

Riley chewed her lower lip as a group gathered halfway down the bar. "Let me close people out and clean up a little and… I dunno… would you wanna get breakfast with me? I usually stop at the diner 3 doors down after my shift. Wouldn't mind some company…" She trailed off and gave him a shrug, her left arm crossed over her chest, her hand gripping her bicep just above the elbow.

Murphy nodded slowly, considering. It wasn't as if he had anywhere to really go except back home. And considering Connor's date, he wasn't sure if that was the most desirable option. "A'righ'. I ca' wai' fer ye. Ma' needs ta eat."

Riley gave him a smile before moving down the bar. "Just give me 30 minutes."

Murphy watched as Riley perused the menu and chewed her bottom lip "Thought ye said ye came 'ere a lot?" he remarked as he lifted his coffee cup to his lips.

Her eyes flicked up to meet his as she lowered the menu. "I do… why?"

He drained the last mouthful of black coffee and shrugged. "Ye 'ave been lookin' at the menu fer at leas' 15 minutes now," he pointed out as he tapped his empty mug against the Formica.

Riley gave him a shrug in return. "I'm just shit at decisions. Especially at breakfast. I mean, do I want sweet? Or do I want savory? There are just so many choices!"

"Wan' me ta order fer ya?" Murphy joked.

Her eyes lit up. "Would you? It would make things so much easier. And I wouldn't be holding you up anymore since you barely even glanced at your menu."

"Um," Murphy sputtered. "I wa' jokin', lass. I don' know wha' ye like."

She cocked her head to the side. "And as you can see, neither do I." She held the menu out to him. "Surprise me."

He narrowed his eyes at her playfully. "Dis some sor' o' test?"

Riley gave him a grin as the waitress approached the table with a fresh pot of coffee. "We decided?" she asked tiredly, topping off their mugs.

"Aye," Murphy replied, his eyes on Riley. "I'll 'ave th' pancakes wi' extra butter an' blueberries. Two si's o' bacon. An' fer da lass…" He thought for a moment, tapping his finger against his chin. "Th' chocolate 'azelnut crepes, extra sauce o' th' si' an' a si' o' scrambled eggs."

"With lots of cheese," Riley piped up, a slow grin settling over her face.

The waitress quickly jotted it down. "Comin' right up," she replied before making her way towards the kitchen.

Murphy turned his gaze back to Riley, his mouth lifted in a half smirk. "An' 'ow'd I do?" he asked, rubbing a finger over his lip.

She narrowed her eyes at him thoughtfully, cradling her chin in her hands, her elbows resting on the tabletop. "Not bad, Irish," she told him after a moment. "But what girl isn't a sucker for Nutella?"

He let out a chuckle, wrapping his hands around his coffee mug.

"Well, this is me," Riley murmured, stopping at the door.

Murphy glanced at the door before turning back to Riley. "Aye, weren't far t'all," he remarked, his eyes flicking back to her.

She gave him a smile, lifting her bag a little higher on her shoulder. "Thanks for keeping me company tonight. You helped the time pass."

He gave her a mock salute. "'ere ta serve, wha' can I say?"

She giggled quietly. "I'll keep that in mind." She stood on tiptoe and kissed him softly on the cheek. "Good night, Murphy."

As she turned to slip her key into the door, Murphy's hand shot out to her elbow and gently turned her towards him.

"Murphy, wha-"

He cut her off, his mouth pressed to hers, swallowing the surprised gasp that fluttered up from her throat. At first, her lips were frozen beneath his in shock. As he began to pull away, she responded, her arms wrapping tightly around his neck as his moved to her waist, his fingers resting just under her shirt.

He groaned quietly as her tongue slid against his, the taste of hazelnut and chocolate exploding over his taste buds. He leaned his body forward, pushing her hard against the door. He felt her fingers thread through his hair as she pressed her own body even closer. His fingers dug into her skin and he hissed into her mouth as her fingers tightened in his dark hair, his teeth nipping at her bottom lip in retaliation.

Slowly Murphy pulled back, pecking her lips once... twice... three times before reluctantly moving his mouth away, his nose against hers. He opened his eyes and looked down at her, a smirk playing over his lips. He watched, her eyes still closed, her lips parted and swollen as she struggled to catch her breath. Finally her eyes opened, her pupils blown.

"Well," she murmured, her tongue darting over her lower lip. "That was unexpected."

He gave her a grin, his fingers dipping just below her waist band. "Full o' su'prises," he replied.

She giggled quietly before shifting beneath him. "So, umm…"

Murphy cocked his head to the side, taking her in. "Di' I move ta fast fer ye, girl?"

Riley shook her head. "No… I'm just trying to think of a way to ask if you want to come in without being too forward," she replied, her lashes lowered.

Murphy gave a chuckle. "Tink we may be pas' dat. Maybe just as' me? Or…" He glanced up and down the hallway before fixing his gaze back on her. "I coul' be jus' fi' ou' 'ere," he teased before pulling her back in for another heated kiss.

She pushed him back gently with one hand just before their lips touched, reaching behind her with the other for the doorknob. "As nice as that sounds, I do have neighbors," she pointed out, carefully turning the knob and opening her front door. "I can promise and do much more if we move it inside," she purred, taking a step back into the apartment, letting her bag drop to the floor and kicking her shoes to the side.

Murphy ran a hand through his hair, a grin on his face. "Well, when ye pu' et dat way," he replied, stepping over the threshold. "I'd love ta come en ef'n yer still offerin'."

She gave him a wink as she started walking backwards. "Just close the door and turn the deadbolt," she told him as she disappeared into the kitchen.

He kicked the door shut and slid the locks into place.

"You want a drink or anything?" he heard her yell from the kitchen followed by the sound of the refrigerator opening.

"Ye go' an' whiskey en dere?" he asked, his head peeking around the corner. His grin grew when he noticed she was bent over looking through the fridge, only her ass visible, her shorts riding up.

"Could you be more Irish?" she teased, straightening up, a beer in her left hand as she shut the fridge.


Riley rolled her eyes as she reached for a bottle on the top of the fridge. "You didn't drink enough of my alcohol back at the bar, you gotta drink my home supply?" She stepped up on her tiptoes, her fingers slipping on the glass of the bottle above her head. "Dammit," she huffed.

"Be needin' a 'and?" Murphy asked, stepping up behind her, reaching for the bottle and grabbing it easily.

"Show off," she replied before she nodded across the kitchen. "Glasses are in the cupboard to the left of the stove."

Murphy raised an eyebrow at her as he twisted the lid off the bottle and taking a swig. "No', why woul' I be needin' a glass?"

Riley wrinkled her nose playfully and clinked her bottle against his. "Now that's just rude, putting your germs all over my good whiskey. Now I'm going to need to get a new bottle."

He gave her a wink, lifting the bottle to hover in front of his lips as his other hand boxed her in. "'m plannin' ta pu' me germs on somet'in udder den yer whiskey ef'n we're bein' 'onest. An' ye pla' on bringin' people home offen dat ye nee' mo'?" he asked as he tilted the bottle, letting the whiskey slide down his throat, his gaze fixed on her as he swallowed, his Adam's apple bobbing.

Riley took a slow sip of her own beer before answering. "You just met me tonight, Murphy. How do you know this isn't a regular occurrence for me?" she countered.

Murphy took a thoughtful sip. "Guess I don'," he finally replied with a shrug.

"That bother you?" Riley asked quietly, holding her beer bottle to her chin as she gazed up at him, waiting for an answer.

He took one last gulp of whiskey, swishing it through his mouth. He set his bottle beside her on the counter before snaking his hand to the back of her neck and pulling her lips to his. He shared the drink with her and they both swallowed as they took a breath.

"I'll take that as a 'no'," Riley rasped before pressing her mouth back to his, fisting her hand in the front of his shirt.

Murphy shucked his coat from his shoulders, letting it slide from his arms and land in a puddle at his feet, kicking it to the side. His hands immediately moved to her hips, pulling her closer and groaning against her lips as she rubbed up against his arousal.

"You sneaking a can of beer in your pants or should I just assume you're happy to see me?" Riley teased as she moved her mouth to his ear, her tongue flicking over his earlobe.

His eyes rolled back in his head as she nibbled at his ear. His hand quickly moved between her legs and he smirked as she sucked in a sharp intake of breath. "Ain' th' only one anticipatin', no' am I?" he countered as he felt the wet heat through her shorts.

Riley whimpered quietly as he rubbed his hand against her, the other gripping her hip as he thrust against her, pressing her back into the fridge. "Stop teasing," she whispered moving her thighs apart, encouraging him to touch her, her fingers flexing in his shirt collar and tightening on the beer bottle still in her left hand.

Murphy scoffed as his hand slid up to pop the button on her cutoffs. "Ain' e'en star'ed, girl," he replied. He moved his hands to her hips and lifted her slightly moving her to the counter and sitting her on the edge. "Take 'em off," he ordered quietly.

Riley swallowed audibly. She brought her beer to her lips and drained what was left before setting it beside the forgotten bottle of whiskey. She slowly slid the shorts over her hips and tossed them to the floor.

"Th' shir'," he commanded, pinning her with his gaze.

She bit her lower lip and pulled the shirt over her head before dropping it to join her bottoms.

Murphy rubbed his thumb over his lower lip as he drank her in. Her neon yellow bra with dark blue piping stood out against her pale and creamy skin, her panties a perfect match. His eyes zeroed in at the slightly darker yellow between her thighs, his mouth watering.

"Spread yer legs apart," he croaked, his voice thick with lust.

"You going to say 'please' or just keep ordering me around?" Riley asked, arching her brow.

Murphy smirked as he watched her knees spread as she asked her question. "Doesn' loo' li' I nee' ta. Yer listenin' jus' th' same."

She narrowed her eyes. "So what now?"

"Touch yerself."

Riley's eyes widened, her pupils growing larger. "What?" she choked out.

Murphy nodded and jerked his chin at her. "Touch yerself," he repeated. "An' make yerself come. Wanna watch ye."

"You aren't going to help?" she asked as she slowly trailed her hand up her thigh towards her center.

He shook his head, rubbing his chin thoughtfully. "No' ye'."

She gave him a pout as she trailed her fingers over the lace at the edge of her panties. Slowly, she dipped her fingers beneath fabric, hissing as the tip of her finger grazed her clit.

Murphy's eyes narrowed as he watched her ministrations. He could see the movement as she slowly started to move in circles, a small sigh escaping her mouth.

Riley's head hit the cupboard behind her as she swirled the pads of her fingers over the moisture on her clit. "Fuck," she breathed, dipping her finger inside her before moving back up her slit.

"Use bo' 'ands," Murphy told her. "Wan' ye ta fuck yerself on yer fingers."

She gasped at the vulgarity of his words, feeling another pool of sticky wetness flow over her fingers and heat bloom in her cheeks. "Need to take these off," she replied, shaking her bangs out of her eyes.

"Den take 'em off," he replied easily. "Go slow."

She bit her lower lip as she slid her panties off her hips and down her thighs, letting them fall to her ankles. Before they hit the floor, Murphy's hand snatched out and grabbed them, stuffing them in his pocket.

"Souvenir?" she asked, spreading her legs apart and sliding her ass to the edge of the counter.

"Somet'in' like dat," he agreed. He nodded his head toward her. "Go on, girl."

Riley's left hand moved back between her thighs and slid over her clit as she sunk the middle finger on her right hand into her pussy. "Mmmm," she purred as she slid the digit back out and then in.

Murphy's eyes were glued to her cunt, watching how she played with the pinkest and wettest parts of her. She seemed to get wetter with each pass of her fingers and his mouth watered as her scent filled the air.

"Fuck, Murphy," she breathed, her fingers moving a bit faster.

He ground the heel of his hand into his cock, trying to relieve the pressure as she slipped a second finger to join the first.

"Seems like..." Riley's breath hitched as she curled her fingers inside her. "Like I'm having all the fun here."

"Jus' gettin' ye warmed up, girl," he told her, his gaze fixed on her lower half. "Ye close?"

Her reply came as a breathy moan as two became three, her hips arching off the counter to meet her hand.

"Go on. Wanna 'ear wha' ye soun' li' whe' ye come."

"Oh, fuck, Murphy, I'm coming!" Riley shoved her fingers as far as they could reach as her hips stuttered, feeling the crash of her orgasm, her knees coming together to trap her hands.

Murphy moved forward, prying her knees apart and shoving himself between her thighs. He covered her mouth with his to swallow her shriek as he knocked her hands out of the way, replacing them with his own.

"Fuck!" she shrilled, her fingers clawing at his shoulders.

"Come 'gain fer me," Murphy growled into her ear, curling his fingers inside her, his thumb rough on her clit. "Me fingers feel e'en bett', don't dey? Thicker, bigger... reachin' just where ye can'."

Riley let out a sob as another orgasm shredded through her. Between Murphy's brogue in her ear and his fingers fucking her into oblivion, she thought she might pass out. "Please," she cried as her body bucked into his.

He let out a chuckle as he slowed his hand down before pulling it away, giving her a moment of relief. Curious, he lifted his finger to his lips, sucking the digit into his mouth. He nearly groaned as her sweetness flowed over his tongue. "Ye tas' jus' li' candy."

Riley felt her body buzzing with aftershocks as she slumped against the cupboard behind her. Her body felt boneless... heavy...

"Fuck," she muttered, pressing a hand to her forehead.

"Ye mentioned dat," Murphy commented, his hands gripping her thighs, his thumbs tracing circles. "Couple times, actually."

Riley took a deep breath and glanced down between them. "Any more orders captain or is it my turn to play?" she asked, moving her eyes back to meet his.

He raised an eyebrow in a challenge. "Wha' ye go' en min'?"

She motioned over his shoulder. "Why don't you have a seat over there and I'll show you?" she offered.

He let his hands drag down her thighs as he stepped back before reaching behind him to grab a chair and sitting down. He crossed his arms over his chest. "No' wha'?"

Riley slowly slid off the counter, taking a second to let her legs adjust to holding her up. Her hand slipped behind her and unclasped her bra. Her gaze stayed on Murphy as she slowly slid the garment down her arms, letting it drop to the floor leaving her completely bare.

Murphy subconsciously licked his lips as her breasts were exposed, her dusky pink nipples hardening as he watched. His fingers dug into the muscle of his biceps, his palms itching to touch the mounds of flesh.

Riley ran a hand through her hair as she slunk forward, moving herself between his legs. She rested a hand on the back of his chair, gazing down at him.

Murphy closed his mouth over her left nipple and his hand moved to the small of her back as he felt her knees buckle. He rasped his tongue over the bud, his free hand moving to play with the other.

Riley pressed her hand to the back of his head to hold him in place, resting her chin on the top of his head. She let out a shaky breath as his teeth gnawed over one nipple, his fingers pinching at the other. She slowly trailed her hand down his torso, settling her palm over the bulge in his jeans.

Murphy pulled his mouth from her breast with a 'pop', moving his head back to meet her gaze as her thumb undid the button before lowering the zipper. "An' wha' do ye tink yer doin', lass?" he murmured, skimming his lips over her collarbone.

"Offering you a hand," she breathed. "Take off your pants," she whispered, moving down his body.

Murphy watched as she settled on her knees between his thighs, pushing his jeans and boxers down to his ankles. A smirk played over his lips as he watched her eyes widen when his cock came into view. "Ye a'right, girl?" he asked as he kicked his clothes to the side.

She swallowed, her gaze frozen on his member. "Yeah, we're good," she replied.

"So, wha' are ye goin' ta do? Sai' ye wanted ta play."

Riley smirked up at him. Her eyes locked with his as she slowly lowered her mouth to his cock, enveloping him from root to tip.

Murphy hissed at the wet heat of her mouth as the blunt head of his cock hit the back of her throat. "Fuck, dat's et..."

She hummed around him, slowly moving up his dick, her tongue swirling around the turgid flesh. As she moved to the tip, her tongue fluttered at the bead of precome that had collected at the slit. "Tastes good," she remarked, licking a stripe up his cock before engulfing him all over again.

Murphy had experienced quite a number of blow jobs in his 26 years, but he was pretty confident that Riley was one of his best. She sucked at his cock like she was trying find out just what exactly was inside, the suction making his eyes cross. More than anything, she seemed to actually like going down on him. He let out a less than manly moan as she gently dragged her teeth along the underside of his dick, her tongue tracing the vein. "Chris' on a cross, lass, di' ye go ta school ta suck cock?" he groaned, tightening a fist in her hair.

She giggled, her mouth still full. Her fingers tickled just behind his balls, before rolling and weighing them in her palm, her other hand wrapping around him at the base. Her hand moved in tandem with her mouth, constant friction running over him.

Murphy carefully pulled her off, his cock glistening with her saliva and his own juices. He brought her mouth back to his, kissing her hungrily, growling at his own taste on her tongue. Without a word, he positioned her over him, his cock at her entrance.

"You got anything?" she asked, shivering as she moved her hips and he glided over her clit, her hand flat on his chest.

Murphy blinked up at her, her question confusing through the haze in his brain. "Wha'?"

Riley swallowed as he sunk an inch into her, her fingers curling into the fabric of his shirt. "A condom, Murphy."

"Fuck," he swore. His wallet was empty, he knew that. And the last time at the store, he and Connor had just barely had enough for a pack of cigarettes. "Ye tellin' me we nee' ta sto'?" he asked, his hand at the small of her back. He bucked his hips, thrusting into her a little farther making her hiss.

She shook her head frantically. "Definitely not. Just a change of venue." She kissed him hard on the mouth, so hard he was sure they would both be bruised, before sliding off his lap.

"Where we goin'?" He stood from the chair, pulling his t-shirt over his head.

"I should have a condom or two in my room," Riley replied, turning towards him. She eyed him appreciatively, taking in his body, her gaze raking over his finely muscled form as he slipped his rosary from around his neck and set it on the table carefully.

"Likin' wha' ye see, girl?" Murphy asked, running his hand over his cock.

"Just appreciating the artwork you have going on," she replied. "Among other things…" She gave him wink before ducking into her bedroom. "You coming?" she called.

"No' ye'," he replied, following her. "Bu' I will be."

"Oh, fuck, don't stop, don't stop, don't you dare stop!"

Murphy's tongue dived in and out of her cunt, his nose bumping over her clit as he ate her, making sure not to leave any spot untouched. She sat on his face, one hand white knuckled as it gripped the headboard, the other snared so tightly in his hair he was sure there would be a bald spot. Murphy's fingers dug in her ass, holding her in place, occasionally swirling a digit at the tighter of her two holes.

"Oh my God," she warbled as he sunk the tip of his thumb into her anus, his tongue moving rapidly over her clit. "I'm coming! Fuck, I'm coming!" she shrieked, moving her hands to her tits, pinching her own nipples as she felt herself explode all over again.

He licked her clean as she soaked his face, savoring the taste of her on his tongue. He took a deep breath as she rolled off of him and wiped his sweat soaked brow. "Tink I could taste ye fer hours, girl," he complimented, licking his lips and reaching for a condom on her bedside table.

"Think I could let you," she retorted, her chest heaving as she worked to catch her breath. She watched as he rolled a condom over himself and let out a groan. "Again?"

Murphy chuckled and moved on top of her his cock bumping her clit. "Ye complainin'?" he asked as he slid home.

Riley's back arched off the bed as he bottomed out inside of her and he sucked at her neck. "At this rate you're going to kill me."

"Couldn' tink of a bett' way ta go," he muttered against her collarbone, thrusting his hips and grinning when he hit that spot inside her that made her wail.

"Oh, fuck, Murphy, do that again," she urged, bringing her knees to his hips and sliding a hand between them to strum her clit in time with his thrusts.

He thrust in deeply before moving to his knees, his hands holding her thighs as he pistoned his cock in and out her. He looked down to watch as his dick moved in and out, her fingers playing with her clit and the sound of her moans filling his ears. "Christ, ye shoul' see 'ow pretty ye loo' surroundin' me cock." He dug his fingers into her hips as he picked up speed. "Ma' yerself come 'gain, girl. Come on me cock."

"Oh, fuck, Murphy, fuck me," she pleaded, throwing her head back into the pillow, her fingers clumsily sliding over her clit.

He grabbed her leg and moved her foot to his shoulder, making them both groan at the angle change. He kissed her ankle gently, still watching his cock move in and out of her. He felt as her walls began to flutter and he let out snarl as she tightened around his cock. "Show me, Riley," he growled.

"Oh, God," she cried, squeezing her eyes shut. She pinched her clit between her first two fingers and wailed.

"Oh, fuck, 'ere et comes," Murphy warned. He grit his teeth and his hips stuttered as he came, filling the condom. He all but collapsed on top of her as they both struggled to catch their breath.

When he finally felt like he could move, Murphy carefully rolled onto his back and glanced at the clock.

"Hot date?"

He glanced over to see Riley's eyes were closed, her arm over her face and her chest heaving. "Wha' do ye mea'?"

She lowered her arm and opened one bloodshot green eye. "You were checking the clock. Did I keep you out too late past curfew?"

Murphy chuckled and shook his head. "Nah, jus' checkin' th' time." He glanced around the darkness of her bedroom before remembering his jeans were in the kitchen. "Ye min' ef I 'ave a smoke, girl?" he asked.

Riley waved her hand at him. "Whatever. Just don't burn anything." She grabbed her pillow, tucking it under her head.

Murphy rolled off the bed and padded to the kitchen. He found his jeans in a ball under the kitchen table, his cigarettes peeking out from his pocket. He grabbed the pack and slipped a cigarette out, tucking it between his lips. He rifled through the other pocket for his lighter, grinning as he felt the satin of her panties on his fingertips. He finally found his lighter and pulled it out, quickly lighting the cylinder and taking a deep drag.

Glancing at the clock again, he sighed. 6:30 in the morning. He tried to remember if he had work or even what day it was. He almost choked on a mouthful of smoke when he realized it was Sunday. He needed to be at church in a little less than three hours. He shook his head and grabbed his rosary slipping it around his neck. He quickly finished his cigarette before he snatched his jeans off the floor and yanked them over his hips. He walked back towards her room, pulling his shirt over his head.

"Ye 'wake?" he murmured, rubbing at his eye.

Riley groaned and opened one eye to glare at him. "I'm closed for business for the night," she rasped, burrowing further into the pillow.

Murphy chuckled and shook his head. "I nee' ta 'ead ou'. Wanted ta say goo'bye."

Riley let out a yawn and sat up, grabbing at the sheet and wrapping it around her shoulders. "That's sweet."

"Tink I ca' call ye?" he asked, stretching his arms over his head.

She shrugged. "You do what you want," she replied. "I have no expectation. It was fun and I wouldn't mind doing it again, but it's up to you."

Murphy cocked his head to the side. "Really?"

Riley blindly reached for her nightstand, opening the drawer and pulling out a pen. "Give me your hand," she ordered.

Murphy thrust his hand at her and waiting as she carefully wrote digits and her name up his arm.

"There," she muttered as she dotted the 'i' in her name. "If you wanna call, go for it. And you know where I work. Otherwise…" She grinned at him. "It was fun."

Murphy let a bark of laughter. "Aye, 'twas." He gave her a hard kiss on the mouth, his hand tangling in her still sweaty hair. "Tank ye."

Riley nipped at his lower lip and smiled. "You're welcome. And thank you." She gave him one last kiss before laying back down and snuggling up to her pillow. "You don't mind letting yourself out, do you?"

He shook his head. "'m a bi' boy. I ca' ta' care o' meself."

Murphy stumbled into his loft a little more than an hour later.

"Where th' fuck 'ave ye bee'?" Connor barked as he pulled a sweater over his head. "Though' ye were stayin' 'ome las' nigh'."

The darker haired brother gave him the finger as he hung his rosary on the nail by their door. He quickly shed his clothes on his way to the shower. "I wa' ou', ma," he muttered, turning the dial of the shower and wincing as he was pelted with the ice cold stream.

"Th' fuck 'appened ta ya?" Connor pushed. "Ye loo' li' shite. Ye ge' mugged on th'way 'ome?"

Murphy glanced down his torso and grinned at the scratches that decorated his stomach and chest. "No' qui'."

Connor narrowed his eyes suspiciously. "Ye ge' laid, brudder?"

Murphy rolled his eyes and shoved his face under the stream, grabbing a bar of soap out of the dish on the wall. He spat a mouthful of water on the ground. "'ow wa' yer da'?" he asked, rubbing the soap between his palms.

"Don' change th' fuckin' subjec'," Connor muttered.

Murphy mentally counted to 10 in his head.

"Don' tink 'll be seein' 'er 'gain," Connor replied, unable to resist answering, making Murphy snicker.

"An' why's dat?"

Connor fell back on his mattress, grabbing his boots. "Don' tink she 'preciated Roc's sense o' 'umor."

Murphy let out a bark of laughter as he scrubbed up. "'e tell 'er a joke?"

"Course de bastar' di'. An' I wa' de one ta ge' a slap 'cross me face," he complained, tying his laces tightly.

Chuckling, Murphy shut off the water and grabbed his towel, running it over his hair before knotting it around his waist. "Ye nee' ta sto' bringin' 'em 'round, Roc. Ne'er turns ou' well. Fer ye an'way." He glanced down at his arm. "Oh, fuck me."

Connor glanced up in confusion. "Th' fuck es yer problem? An' 'urry up so we ca' ge' ta mass. Don' wan' ta 'ave ta sit up fron' 'gain."

Murphy peered at his arm, trying to pick out numbers or letters from the blue smudges on his inner forearm. "Es dat a 7 o' a 9?" he muttered, pulling his arm closer to his eyes.

"Looks li' one o' dem pictures ye see a' th' doctor."

Murphy jumped and elbowed his brother in the stomach. "Don' fuckin' snea' u' o' me like dat ye bastar'."

Connor rubbed at his stomach and glowered at his twin. "I wa' jus' tryin' ta 'elp." He peered over Murphy's shoulder. "Th' fuck es et an'ow?"

He rubbed a thumb over his arm and shook his head. "Nothin'," he muttered with a sigh. He crossed the room, pulling on a pair of worn jeans grumpily.

"Somethin' jus' fell ou' yer pocket," Connor told him as he stared in their smudged mirror, pulling at the spikes in his hair.

The darker twin glanced to his left to see Riley's panties at his feet. He snatched them up with a grin and tucked them under his pillow before grabbing a shirt from the floor. He gave it a cursory sniff and yanked it over his head. "'mon, brudder. I go' some sinnin' I nee' ta confess dis mornin'."