Page 36 of Mob Saint

“Preferably.”

He’s not joking.

I cup his dick and stroke my hand over the length. He groans and grabs my wrist.

“Unlike you, I don’t have a spare change of clothes here.”

I rub my palm as much as the little freedom I have allows. He pushes my hand aside and slides his iron thigh between mine as he pins me to the wall again. I’m so damn curious about what he’ll do next. I want to keep pushing him, keep getting him to react to me.

“Tiera, I will text my sub and break it off right now. I won’t fuck you while I still have an arrangement with her, but I will end it now. But once I’m inside you, it changes everything. I will not share you. You need to decide whether that’s what you want. Because there’s no going back once I make you mine.”

“I thought I already was yours.” I barely speak louder than a whisper, and it’s not because I can’t take a deep inhale. I’m too entranced.

He lets go off my ass then slides his hand down my tank top and under my bra. He pinches my nipple hard enough to make me come onto my toes. He moves to the other and twists before pulling his hand loose.

“Those are mine.”

The same hand goes back up my dress, and this time his hold on my ass is painful. Almost more than I can take. His fingertips dip between my ass cheeks.

“This is mine too.”

He thrusts his hips against my pussy. His hand on my ass guides me to ride his thigh. I clutch his shirt as the friction pushes my arousal to the point of a sharp ache.

“That is definitely mine. I’m going to make you come. When that happens, it’ll prove your pussy belongs to me. If you don’t want me and only me, then stop me now, Tiera. Because once it happens, there’s no one else for either of us. I won’t claim you and not give you all of me in return.”

“Let me get my phone.”

His brow furrows.

“I’m going to text Zack. I won’t come for another man while I’m his sub. But I will come before we leave, and it won’t be me doing it to myself.”

“Do you think a text is fair?”

“You’re going to do the same thing to your sub.”

That makes us both pause…and sigh. We both know that isn’t the right way to end our arrangements. I don’t know if what we’re doing or about to do would constitute cheating or unfaithfulness when neither of us is in a romantic relationship, but we’ve both agreed to monogamy with someone else. Neither my Dom nor his sub deserve to be deceived.

“Cailín, I meant every word I said. I take back none of it. Perhaps we have to pause, but I’m not walking away from you or this unless you tell me no.”

“I don’t think I’ll ever be able to tell you no.”

It’s true.

I don’t know if I should have admitted that. I don’t know that I should feel that way. I don’t know a lot of shit right now, but I know a rightness has settled over me that’s never been there before. I don’t want to say I had doubts with Aaron, but I was nervous about whether I made the right decision when I accepted his proposal. It’s not like Seamus is asking me to marry him, but I feel right about being with him. It’s the only thing that feels right.

“I’ll call Makayla right now. I’m not saying we have to have sex immediately afterwards. Not even today or tomorrow. I want to take you out on a date without either of us having something looming over us. I want to show you I want you even if we can act on our physical attraction. But I also know the thought of being with someone else makes me feel ill. And the thought of you being with someone else—I don’t know if I want to cry or tear him apart.”

I slide my hands over his chest, around his neck, and into his hair. I kiss up his neck until I reach the spot behind his ear and make him shiver. I can only do this because I’m wearing heels. Otherwise, I’d be way too short.

“Shay, I’m yours. My body belongs to you and has since the first time you touched me. But I want more too. I want that date with nothing to stop us. Then some more after that and more after that. I don’t know how this will work with our families and everything that comes with them, but I don’t care anymore. I only care about what’s between us.”

I let go of him, and he gives me room to move away from the wall. He watches me as I grab my phone from my kitchen counter. He pulls his from his back pocket. I walk back to him, and I rest my free hand on his waist.

“I’ll call while I change.”

Chapter Ten

Seamus

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