Page 47 of Destroy Me
“What do you think?” Fionn asked Mack on the way back to the house.
“I’m thinking of several possibilities out that way. The problem is narrowing it down without eyes.” The older man shook his head. “We’re spread too thin for my liking as it is.”
“Mine too.” As it was, Fionn hadn’t liked being gone this long. They’d managed to hide his presence in the SUV until Mack had gotten closer to town, leaving the impression that three of the men still waited inside, but searching several locations could take all four of them hours. They couldn’t leave Siobhan that long without protection.
“Does Lyse have satellite capability?” Mack asked, his voice thoughtful. And that’s when the lightbulb went off in Fionn’s head as well.
“If she doesn’t, I have no doubt she can get it.” His girl was smart—and sneaky.
Mack’s foot settled more heavily on the gas pedal.
They’d been gone no more than two hours, but Fionn itched to hurry inside, to Lyse—and not just to ask her to hack satellite surveillance for them. When they reached the office, she was right where he’d left her, in front of her computer, fingers flying as code flashed faster across the screen than he could be hopin’ to comprehend. Her thick hair was up in a messy bun, leaving that vulnerable spot at the base of her neck bare. Without thinking, he walked up behind her, grasped her shoulders, and bent to nuzzle that spot that called to him every time he saw it.
Lyse went stiff.
He stilled. “You all right, love?”
Slowly the tension beneath his palms lessened. “Yeah, sure.” She threw him a smile over her shoulder, but he saw the strain in it. “Just not used to the PDA yet.” A flash of worry lit her eyes, like she was afraid she’d offended him. “I like it, don’t get me wrong. Don’t stop.”
The last two words were whispered as Mack entered the room. They hit Fionn like a kick to the gut, the fact that she felt she had to ask for his affection to not be stopping, but when Deacon and King both piled into the room, he knew there’d be no asking her about it right now. Instead he brushed a kiss along her temple and straightened.
Mack pulled out the second computer chair and sat. “Did you ask her yet?”
“Not yet.”
“Can you get us some satellite surveillance time?”
And that was all they discussed for the next couple of hours. How to get it, where. Then Lyse got to work while the others went to bed. Fionn knew better than to try to talk when she was this deep into her work—all he’d get were grunts and the randomuh-huh—so he settled for supplying food and watching his own screens, which still showed nothing. If Ferrina had a physical team on them, they were good. They’d found occasional tracks during their perimeter checks, but no sightings on surveillance. Maybe Ferrina was one step ahead of them and had drone or satellite technology.
The thought worried him. It meant the minute they put his mam in a car and tried to get her out of here, Ferrina could track them. Outside this house she was vulnerable. The man was biding his time until he had easier access than a well-defended home, and they all knew Siobhan couldn’t stay here forever.
By morning Lyse had her report for Mack and a stack of surveillance photos for him to go through. They left the lot in his hands after breakfast and went to lie down. He gave her the shower first, then took his, returning to crawl into bed and curl against her back just as he’d done every morning for the past week. And just like every other morning, his cock stiffened immediately. He didn’t bother trying to hide it—Lyse should know he needed her. He wanted her to know, to get comfortable with it, with him.
This morning, though, she tensed against him, just as she had in the office earlier. Fionn narrowed his eyes on her shoulder. “What’s the story, love?”
“What do you mean?”
Even her voice was low, strained. Using his hand on her belly, he pulled until Lyse lay flat on her back, her shoulder digging into his chest, her head just beneath his—close enough to kiss. But it wasn’t kissing he had in mind right now. “Something’s eatin’ at ya; I can feel it. Tell me what it is, Lyse.”
Her eyes slowly rose to meet his, their depths hidden in the shadows of the room, but he could read her body—the way her stomach muscles clenched beneath his palm, the way her breath went quick and light, the way her hand trembled as she brought it up to cup his cheek, the stubble rasping against her silky skin. It didn’t stop there, though; she slid around to his nape and did some pulling of her own, bringing his mouth to hers.
A growl vibrated through his chest as he tasted her. Sweet and minty, that was his Lyse. That sense of disbelief, of surprise that they were here, together, that after all they’d been through, they’d found this, rose in him like it always did when he touched her. He savored it, savored her, pushing his tongue deep, leaning over her to take control, to take all he could get from the sweetness of her mouth. He had to fight not to cover her, to force her body completely beneath his, to find the relief he so desperately needed from the fire that swallowed him every time they kissed, but he didn’t. He wouldn’t. Not yet.
Lyse seemed to have other ideas. That small hand slid from his neck to his chest, spiking his nipples, and down to abs that clenched beneath her touch. His breath picked up as she traced the lines there, his navel, the ridge of his muscle from hip to groin. God, he had to put a stop to this. Her mouth was open and hot and so good beneath his, her body yielding to him, and her hand…
Feck, she was going to kill him.
That hand dipped lower, grazing the tip of his rock-hard cock. A grunt escaped him, half surprise, halfhold it tight, tight, tighter till I come screaming your name.
She did hold him, but it wasn’t tight. More like a butterfly fluttering against his cock. Because she was shaking.
He grasped her hand in his, moved back. “Lyse?”
“I need to touch you.”
That was what she said, but the trembling in her body said something else. “We need to stop. It’s okay. You’re—”
“You let her touch you.”
