Hagen, Lynn - Murphy's Madness [Brac Pack 15] (Siren Publishing Everlasting Classic ManLove) (13 page)

Murphy crawled the rest of the way up, kissing Ludo with all the emotions running heavily through him.

Ludo broke the kiss and nipped his lower lip playfully. “I need to find that homeless guy and get your heart back.”

“You already have.” Murphy lifted as Ludo tapped at his ass with his cock. Man, he was hard again already? What a stud.

Murphy hissed when Ludo gave him a quick lube, and then he slid down Ludo’s length. He hadn’t been prepared. The only thing Ludo had done was lube him.

“Too much?”

“Never.” Murphy shook his head as he seated himself. Ludo bent his legs and planted his feet, grabbing Murphy’s hips and holding him steady as he fucked him. Murphy placed his hands on Ludo’s chest, his head falling forward, moaning at the fullness and pleasure.

“
Moe serdtse, moya zhizn, moya dusha
,” Ludo whispered.

“Translate,” Murphy begged as he slowly rocked up and down on Ludo’s hardened cock.

“My heart, my life, my soul.” Ludo ran his hands over Murphy’s hips.

Murphy’s head spun at the words as he reached down and grabbed his cock, the words wrapping around his heart and warming him. He stroked to Ludo’s rhythm.

“So sexy,” Ludo panted as he thrust up.

Murphy swiveled his hips, feeling Ludo’s hard shaft pulsing in his ass. His own balls rubbed erotically over Ludo’s tight abs. His mate lifted his arms up as Murphy placed his hands in them and used them for leverage as he allowed his mind to be drawn in to the beauty of their joined bodies.

He let everything else slip from his mind as Ludo rocked with him.

“I love you, baby,” Ludo said as he thrust harder up into Murphy.

He pulled his hand back, grabbing his cock and finishing his masturbation over his mate’s body.

Ludo hiked his hips up as his hand joined Murphy’s, helping him fall over the edge as hot spurts of cum shot out of his cock, landing on Ludo’s arm and chest.

Ludo grabbed Murphy’s sides, slamming his ass down on his cock as he stiffened and cried out.

Murphy collapsed onto Ludo’s chest. “I love you, too.”

Ludo pulled Murphy close, holding him as their hearts slowly calmed. “I’ll love you forever.”

Chapter Seven

“Hey, Murph.” Oliver plopped down on the couch next to Murphy.

He really liked the guy. Oliver was always pleasant, humorous at times when he came into his store. He pulled his collar higher on his neck, embarrassed that everyone thought he had done this to himself.

“No need to hide it. I know you didn’t do that.” Oliver turned sideways on the couch to face him. “Drew, Cecil, and I came to your store that night to prove you really do have a stalker. Although we didn’t see her when we got there, we believe you.”

Murphy didn’t know what to say. The mates believed him? Why couldn’t he get that kind of conviction from his own mate? It was bothering him that Ludo had tried and convicted him without a jury. He was wrongly accused by everyone, including his own mate. It angered him, but Murphy was trying to keep the peace so they didn’t try to lock him away for a hanging he didn’t even commit.

Murphy cleared his throat, his fingers fidgeting around his collar. “Thanks, that means a lot to me.” And it did. He had thought they
all
asserted him crazy and were ready to wash their hands of him. It’s a pretty lonely feeling when you think you’re standing on your own.

“We’ll catch her. Then we’ll make her pay.” Oliver cracked his knuckles.

Murphy chuckled. “A hit man at such a young age. How cute.”

“Nah, I’m nonviolent, but for another mate, I’d kill a rock.”

“Thanks goodness I have no rocks out to destroy me, but I’ll let you know if the pebbles form an uprising.”

Oliver held his side as he laughed. “I like you.”

“Sorry, Ludo had first dibs.” Murphy chuckled. He was feeling better now.

“
Rebenka
, come.”

Murphy leaned over to Oliver. “I swear I’m going to buy a dog collar if he keeps that up.”

Oliver grinned widely. “I have one upstairs.”

“I just bet you do.” Murphy winked at the pierced young man before rising.

“Woof, woof.” Murphy walked out of the den and followed Ludo into the demon’s office.

“Please, have a seat.” Maverick splayed his hand over toward the leather couch.

“I think I’d rather stand when I go in front of a firing squad.” Murphy said flippantly. He was getting really tired of all the hubbub.

Ludo shook his head as he kept a few feet away. “No one is here to judge you. Nicholas thinks it best that you see a psychologist and maybe get some medicine to help you.”

Murphy took a step back, his eyes darting from Ludo to Maverick. Were they fucking serious?

“It’s going to be okay,
rebenka
.”

Murphy shook his head as he ran his hands over his hair nervously. “But I’m not crazy.” He bit his bottom lip as he lowered his eyes.

Maribel
was
real.

He wasn’t the one who had tried to maim or hang himself. Had he? Murphy looked up into his mate’s sad eyes. Ludo doubted him, doubted his sanity. It was there in his fucking eyes.

“Ludo won’t abandon you, Murphy.” Maverick tried to reassure a man that couldn’t be comforted right now.

Murphy looked over at the biker Alpha then back down at his shoes. There was no way he made all of this up. His fingers flexed at the memory of her accuracy as she swung the damn hammer. He still felt the burn around his neck.

He hadn’t done that.
She had
.

Murphy glanced back up at Ludo, sweet and loving Ludo. The man that swore to love him was now trying to medicate him. Murphy’s face pulled back in rage. “I’m not crazy. You saw her yourself. You saw the damn note.”

Ludo shook his head slowly. “The only thing I saw was a woman coming into your store and asking for you,
rebenka
. And you told me that the note was just a reminder.”

Murphy looked back down. He
did
have a stalker. Not that he wanted one, but he did have one. Had he made her up? Was Ludo even real? Maverick?

Murphy looked around the office confused. Was any of this real? Maybe he was locked up somewhere in a padded room and hallucinating all of this. He looked back down at his shoes again.

“Please don’t lock me up,” he whispered.

“Never, I would never leave your side or send you away. There are places that can help you, mate.” Ludo spoke to him as if he were a small, lost child.

Murphy bit his bottom lip again. Had he swung the hammer that hurt his own wrist, or tied the noose around his neck that he swung from?

Was he schizophrenic? Was this even the real reality? Wait, he’d asked that already. Murphy glanced once more at the most handsome man to ever walk into his life. Too bad his mate didn’t love him enough to believe him.

Murphy slid his hands into his front pockets. “I need to think.”

Ludo nodded in what he probably thought was understanding. How could his mate understand the betrayal he was showing by not standing by his side and believing him? “Of course,
rebenka
.”

Murphy pushed past the two men. His heart was no longer beating to his mate’s smile.

It was dying.

He looked up to see the other mates playing their video games in the den. Were they real? Murphy needed air. His lungs were heavy, his breathing unsteady.

He passed through the kitchen and out of the back door. The garden would be a good place to think. Murphy really needed to get his head together. He had to figure out what was a hallucinatory reality and what was actually real.

He knelt by the garden, tears flowing freely as he bit back a sob. If he had imagined Maribel, then he quite possibly imagined that Ludo was his mate, his to have for only himself. His heart took its final beat at the knowledge that Ludo wasn’t really his.

Murphy smashed his eyes closed as he wept for what he no longer had. The feeling of loss was so great that if he hadn’t already gone mad, he was sure to now.

“
Rebenka
,” Ludo pleaded his name. “Come to me.”

Murphy shook his head. He wasn’t going to turn around to that seductive and imaginary voice. The man he conjured up wasn’t really behind him. None of his surroundings really surrounded him.

Murphy leaned forward and plucked a pretty purple flower from the flowerbed. He inhaled its wondrous fragrance. If he were going to wake up soon, wake up to a reality worse than hell, he wanted to enjoy his last few moments in peace.

“Go away, you aren’t real.” The sob finally broke. His Ludo, his love, his life, wasn’t real.

“
Rebenka
, come to me.” The voice that had brought him joy once begged.

Murphy stood and twisted around in anger. “Stop torturing me, go away!”

He felt the heat in his back, the searing pain that ripped through him as he stared into Ludo’s beautiful black eyes. They were filled with horror as Murphy smiled sadly at him. “I love you, even if you aren’t real.” The words were spoken softly as he crumpled to the ground.

* * * *

Ludo was witnessing everything in slow motion. The sound of gunfire, his mate smiling at him before closing his eyes, and then the satanic sound breaking through the backyard.

He soon realized that the satanic sound was coming from him. Ludo ran the twenty feet to his mate, dropped down, and turned Murphy over.

“She’s real,” Ludo cried out in a nightmarish realization.

“Find her!” Ludo screamed at the mass of warriors piling out of the kitchen. He picked Murphy up, racing up the steps and into the operating room.

“Nicholas!” he shouted at the top of his lungs as he shot down the hallway. The mate came running, directing Ludo to lay Murphy down and to scrub up. Ludo’s heart was beating out of his chest.

The bitch was real.

Holy hell, he may as well have handed Murphy over as a gift from the way he had been acting about the whole damn situation.

Ludo hadn’t believed a word his mate said, and now he was fighting for his life. Ludo would never forgive himself for this. Hell, he’d be lucky if Murphy even wanted to breathe the same air as him.

He scrubbed to his elbows then ran into the operating room, terrified as hell. This was his mate laid out bleeding on a fucking operating table. What if he did something wrong?

“Breathe and do exactly as I tell you,” Dr. Nicholas Sheehan instructed him.

Ludo nodded numbly. “He isn’t crazy. He was telling the truth.”

“Later, we have to save him first so he can hand you your ass on a gold platter. Silver isn’t good enough.”

“Nothing will ever be good enough.”

* * * *

Oliver took off down the hallway as fast as he could.

Murphy had been shot.

They were just sitting in the den laughing. This didn’t feel real. He wasn’t going to lose his friend. Not after fighting so hard to save him. Oliver skidded to a halt as he entered the kitchen.