Mike and Jimmy
She bit her lip slightly as she found no fabric between her and him. Her hand gently cupped him as she kissed at his neck. "It's a shame we're so far from home." Her thumb ran over his burgeoning hard-on, "And it's also a shame we're not farther away." In reality most people they were 'related' to, through blood, marriage, just close family friends, lived in the same neighborhood, not every Rat, as the gang had gotten pretty large, but the core family was always close. Even Rigs- though he had seemed to try to put some distance between him and the Murphy house. Still, they weren't home right away, but it was too quick to really do anything.
She let out a small, breathy laugh. "I can't believe you've been exposed this whole time... I can't believe I didn't know." Oh, it was probably a good thing she didn't know. She could have caused him a lot of trouble if she had.
"Oh fuck, Rigs." It didn't matter that they'd be home in less than ten minutes, it was their wedding night and while part of her was exhausted, part of her had just found out that her husband had been going commando the entire night and that was hot. Sitting back a moment, she adjusted the center console back and before he could say anything or ask what she was up to, she'd pulled his kilt all the way up and took his member into her mouth. She could feel him get excited as her tongue ran along his ever growing length.