All Chapters of Rannigan's Redemption: Chapter 111 - Chapter 120

Chapter 111: Secrets SharedSpent, Bobby tenderly kissed Maggie's temple, separated his body from hers, and collapsed beside her on the bed. Following their union on the couch, they'd moved into the bedroom, making love for hours. "Now the bed is much fucked-upon," Maggie giggled.He gave her a wry look and linked his fingers with hers. "Lucky bed. Lucky me," Bobby murmured.Maggie rolled onto her stomach and propped her chin on her hands. "I'm pretty sure I'm the lucky one. Sore, in a good way obviously, but lucky.""We'll compromise and say we're both lucky," he said, lightly tracing the tiny sun tattoo on her hip. A smile played on his lips. "Tell me about this, cher."She glanced over her shoulder to the yellow and orange sun before looking back at him, a sly smile spreading across her face. "Casey and I went to Daytona for Spring Break one year during law school." Bobby grinned as he imagined young Maggie on the loose for Spring Break. "We were kind of drunk and I wan

Chapter 113: Naked Friday"I don't think I want to go into town today," Maggie said as she and Bobby lingered over an al fresco breakfast. "I don't even think I want to get dressed today." She smiled lazily and reached her arms over her head in a stretch that pushed her bare breasts front and center.Bobby rewarded her with his lopsided grin as his cock offered an enthusiastic salute. "Okay by me. Hell, we can go naked all weekend if you want." The truth was that since they'd gone below deck the previous night, neither of them had bothered with clothes. They'd fucked hard in a heated, feral sort of way, come back on deck to drink more wine, then headed back to the master cabin to make love more slowly the second time. The third time, they'd faced each other on their sides, joined intimately, each leaning back to watch as his cock speared in and out of her slick pussy. Across the breakfast table, he watched a sated smile cross her face, and he knew she was reliving last night a

Chapter 115: Foxhole Friends for LifeAs Michael was ushered to his recliner in the chemotherapy room, he glanced around. "Will Luther Robinson be here today?"The nurse smiled benignly. "I'm not sure. Let's get you settled, shall we?"Quickly, she hooked him up to the IV and left to assist another patient."Excuse me," said a woman seated in the recliner across the room. "Luther got good news last week. He's in remission.""Is he?" Michael stroked his chin thoughtfully. "Good for him.""They can't tell us anything," she nodded her head, indicating the hospital staff. "HIPAA and all that."Michael nodded. "Thanks for telling me." He settled back into his seat with his thoughts.The television on the opposite wall was tuned to a daytime talk show. Michael rested his head against the back of the recliner and closed his eyes, intending to doze."I figured I'd find you lazing around here."Michael opened his eyes to see Luther standing at the foot of his chair, brown eyes sparkl

Chapter 117: New Routines and Old FriendsWhile Maggie and the Beaulieu clan were watching the fireworks from the great lawn of the park, Michael watched from the comfort of his leather sectional, over the blonde head of Jillian who knelt between his feet with his cock in her mouth. He called for her every couple of weeks or so. She never asked about the burn marks on his chest or his lack of hair. She'd even told him she found bald men sexy. And she always made sure he came. He figured it was a worthwhile investment. Mags would probably be none too pleased if she found out, but it was really none of her business anyway.Maggie had her way in his life enough as it was. Michael continued with his treatment as he'd promised. He ate all the healthy food she brought him and tried not to give her a hard time about it. Beau still stopped by with beer and junk food every once in a while, but less often than previously. Michael suspected the decrease in Beau's late evening visits wa

Chapter 119: Michael's New OutlookMichael and Veronica spent Thanksgiving together on her husband's yacht. Getting Michael there was a minor miracle. Veronica had had to work hard to convince him to leave his apartment. "Why don't you want to go?" she'd demanded."What about your husband? Won't he wonder where you are?" he'd asked."First of all, I hate it when you answer my question with a question," she'd said. "He's spending the holiday in Chicago with his grown children. Who hate me, and the feeling is mutual, I assure you." She'd fixed him with a frank stare. "Charles and I have…an understanding. He has his women and I pretend not to know. For once, I'm going to do what I want to do.""Why not just get divorced?" he'd wondered.Veronica had laughed in his face. "And break up our combined assets? Charles and I will be married until the end of time. It's just too convenient an arrangement to lose. So we pursue other…interests." She'd smiled slyly.Their gourmet holi