Page 41 of The Chief
“We’re going to see your mam and sister.”
She turned to me with a frown. “Why?”
“Don’t worry about the why. The plan is tight.”
Finnan had wanted to know what the fuck was going through my head too, but I knew this was the way to get the reaction we needed.
By the time we reached Dublin, I was ready to be out of this car. Molly’s scent had invaded every piece of leather, surrounding me and burrowing in deep. We hadn’t spoken since our last conversation, and I had a feeling her nightmare had been playing on a loop in her head.
Molly’s mum lived in Tallaght, in the southwest of Dublin, just north of the River Dodder. I wasn’t sure what I was expecting, but the tidy houses and wide streets weren’t it. When we pulled up to the white pebble dash house with a brown door and trim, Molly instructed me to park on the road. Ignoring her suggestion, I pulled into the drive, as I cast a glance at the neighbors’ cars. Nobody else drove a Rover in this area, which already pinned a spotlight on us.
Despite this being Sionnach territory, I hadn’t cleared my visit with Gael O'Mahony. It was risky to not make a courtesy call first, but after Molly was settled at her mam’s house, I would phone him myself.
Not waiting for Molly, I got out of the car and slammed the door shut. Movement twitched the lace curtain next door, but Istudiously ignored it as I rounded the hood and popped open the front passenger door.
Molly eyed me apprehensively. “What are you doing?”
“Opening your door.” I flashed her my good boy smile, putting on the necessary show.
She slid out, suspicion flashing in her blue eyes. “Why?”
“Because I’m a gentleman.”
Under her breath, I heard her mutter, “Gentleman don’t assault women in their sleep.”
Sliding my hand around her waist, I pinned her against the car with my hips while cupping her jaw. Molly’s pupils dilated, her breath rushing from her parted mouth.
Putting our faces close, I whispered, “Assaulting women isn’t my thing, Jynx. Bringing them pleasure. Making them writhe. Now that’s more my thing, and from the way you squirted all over my mouth and fingers, I know I achieved that. Youbeggedme to fill you with my cock and cum?—”
“Not your cum,” she interjected. “I never said cum.”
I smiled against the shell of her ear, hearing her breathing hitch. “No, you never said cum, but you did beg for me. You begged me to fuck you.”
She went to shake her head but stopped once she felt the bite of my teeth on the lobe of her ear, letting out a started cry that made my cock twitch.
“You begged me. Admit it.”
Panting, she managed to squeeze out, “Never.”
Her defiance was a fucking aphrodisiac. I rolled my hips into her again, enjoying the sound of her gasps. “Why do you have to be so fucking quarrelsome?”
“Quarrelsome?” she repeated.
“Quick to disagree and pick a fight,” I explained, knowing full-well she knew what I’d meant.
She let out a huff, her hands coming to rest on my hips. She gave me a little shove, and I backed up a bit. “I think you’re the one who’s quarrelsome.”
Leaning forward, I nipped at her neck, then soothed the sting away with my tongue. “Hmm, and what other word do you have for me?”
She arched her head back, exposing more skin for me to kiss, and I sure as fuck took advantage. My cock was begging to be let out, but I was well aware of how exposed we were right now.
“Belligerent.”
“Only with clan business,” I countered.
“Ornery.”
“Only if I don’t get regular pussy.”
