Page 32 of Mob Knight

Seamus

Can you come down to Trenton with me tomorrow morning?

Me

Something come up?

Seamus

Yeah. Tiera’s mom is having a procedure done. T wants me with her, and I want you guarding her.

Things are still rocky with the Trenton mob. They’re our vassals and majorly fucked up with my sister-in-law. We don’t trust them, so Seamus won’t go down there without an extra bodyguard for Tiernan. It’s more of a flex on our part, but just in case any other syndicate thinks the O’Briens are weak anddecides this is a good time to target them, I’ll be there to help. It wouldn’t surprise me if one of our cousins comes too.

Me

What time?

Seamus

9

Me

Got it

“They’re catching rides in a few minutes. I told them you’re taking me out, but we’re still making plans.”

Joey keeps her voice low as she comes back to where I’m waiting. I look over to Finn, who has the same sixth sense we all do about people watching us. He scans the bar until our gazes meet. I tilt my head slightly toward Joey, then turn my chin toward the door. I can imagine what he’d say if I was close enough to hear.

I put my hand at Joey’s lower back and usher her toward the front door. I don’t move my hand once we’re outside. It’s possessive and protective, and we both know it. But we’re not a couple, so I don’t take her hand or wrap my arm around her. She doesn’t ask where we’re going, trusting me. I lead her to my car and open her door, but before she gets in, I have this overwhelming need for our first kiss to not be at a sex club.

Chapter Nine

Joey

Cormac watches me as his hand slides up the outside of my hip to my waist and rests there. If I didn’t want to touch him so badly, I’d feel trapped standing between the car frame, the door, and him. But I like it. I don’t want to go anywhere. I like that I’m confined where he wants me. His fingers flex, pressing me toward him. I step closer, and he lowers his head, his lips only inches from me.

“Any time you want this to stop, you say so. It ends immediately.”

And if I never want it to end?

I lied when I said I was fine with this not being romantic. I wish it were. But if he’s not interested in that, I’ll live with it because I don’t think I can live without feeling Cormac inside me. Maybe he’s hot, but he’s shit in bed. It would make it easier to exorcise him from my mind. But I doubt that man doesn’t come in first place for everything he does—except for pool.

“What’s your safe word,cailín?”

I love the sound of that word so much I nearly forget it’s a question. His emerald-colored eyes have me transfixed. My brain stalls, then it comes to me.

“Bodega.”

He grins, and tiny lines form around his mouth. I want to run my finger over them, but that’s affectionate. That’s the opposite of what we agreed to.

“Bodega it is.”

His lips brush against mine as I cant my head, so our noses don’t smash. He’s going tantalizingly slowly. The tip of his tongue traces my lips while his barely touch mine. When he slides it into my mouth, his lips finally press against mine.

Hell.

I feel my nipples tightening. He nudges me back against the car frame, and the hand not on my waist captures my wrist like he did inside. I’m completely malleable once I bring my other hand behind me.

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