Page 86 of Mob Princess

“That’s one thing you don’t need permission for.”

He holds the sheet up, so we can see what I’m doing. I run my fingertips over him, tempting him. Teasing him. He twitches over and over. His hand goes back to my hair, and it’s another hungry and demanding kiss. Neither of us gives quarter. I wrap my hand around his dick and stroke. I feel him grow even harder as I squeeze and twist my wrist with each slide of my palm.

“You’re going to make me embarrass myself. I’m so close, little one.”

“I want to know you can’t last with me, Daddy. That’s the ultimate compliment.”

“Fuck, Lina. Keep doing that… Yes… Faster. You’re torturing me.”

“I know.”

I yelp when he pinches my nipple through my bra. He doesn’t let go until I follow his command. Then I feel him pulse before the outside of my fingers are wet. I was content to watch what I was doing since I held the sheet up when he let go to touch me. When I shift my focus to his face, there’s perspiration on his brow.

“Fuck, Sean. We did too much.”

“I barely moved. You did all the work, and it was just right.”

“You’re breathing hard and sweating.”

“Because I just came harder than I expected. I promise I’m all right. I wouldn’t lie about this. Setting myself back means I can’t fulfill my promises to you. I won’t fail you.”

“Sean, I never thought you would. You haven’t, and you won’t.”

There was something in those last four words. Like he needs to prove himself to me.

I sit up as I pull my hand out from beneath the blanket. I slip off the bed to wash my hands. The water’s still running when there’s a single knock, and the door opens.

“It’s Ewan. He’s been shot.”

I slam the tap off as Shane’s words register with me. I grab paper towels as I walk out of the bathroom. I’m watching Sean, who’s watching me. I sense Shane’s gaze flickering between us. I don’t know what Shane will offer while I’m here, so I remain quiet.

“When?”

“Fifteen minutes ago.”

Dillan?

“Dillan?” Great minds think alike.

“No. He’s the one who got to Ewan first.”

“What?” I didn’t mean to blurt that.

“Dillan was in the parking lot at Houlihan’s. He followed your brother there. He could see Ewan was on a call in his car. When he hung up, he got out. According to Dillan, Ewan closed the door, turned around, and fell backward against the car. Dillan didn’t see where the shooter hid, but he returned fire as he ran to Ewan.”

“Is my brother dead?”

“No. But he’s in worse condition than Sean.”

“Did they take him to the hospital or David?” So much for remaining quiet.

“David’s clinic.”

Our third cousin’s a surgeon who runs a private clinic in a wealthy part of Boston. He doesn’t practice there, except for when he’s patching up members of the O’Malley branch. It’s a cosmetic surgery center when he isn’t keeping people like Ewan from looking like Swiss cheese.

Sean’s listening to Shane, but his eyes are on me. He’s not sure what to make of my calmness. I’m not either. Shouldn’t I feel more? It’s the same way I did when I found out Dad died. Am I emotionally broken? Like I don’t feel grief when I should. And I feel too much—what the hell do I feel toward Sean? Too much falling in love?

He holds out his hand like he did earlier when the doctor came in. I cross the room with purposeful strides. I accept, wrapping both of mine around his. I have nothing more to say, so Sean speaks up.

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