Page 37 of Straight, No Chaser
I get it. I totally fucking get it. We may be dicks but we can think with something else most of the time.
Nodding, I drop down into one of his leather visitor chairs. Not as worn as his sofa or the desk. Interesting. Probably fucks his wife there. Need to add that to my list for Molly. My body tightens at the thought. I need to make her mine and take her everywhere. Eliminate any doubt that another woman could ever have my head or my heart.
His huge fingers curl around his daughter’s ear, and he kisses her on the forehead. “Sorry sweet baby. Don’t tell your momma.”
Unaffected by his outburst, she stretches for the computer as soon as he sits down and positions her facing outward on his lap. Happily banging away on the keyboard while we get back to business.
"Creed's a fucking sick bastard, through and through. Women and children are his favorite weapons for control and revenge. I'll have my house on lock down and my best guys on Shae and Evie while we're gone." He nods toward the glass door, where on the other side the girls relax safely on the deck, unaware of the risks we're planning. "I suggest you do the same for Molly and your baby brother."
I should be fucking offended by this guy's arrogance. Who the fuck is he trying to fucking give me advice. But for some reason it doesn't bother me as much as it normally would. Probably because I know it comes from a place of fear. Just like mine.
Life would be worthless if anything happened to either of them. Just like I know it would be for him if he lost his wife or daughter. "I'm going to send them to her parents' farm in the boonies. With my most trusted guards. They'll be safe."
"Good." His eyes still hold uncertainty. Both of us fully aware, once the ambush ends, that the real threats begin. It's never over. "When you get up and running, let me know if you need my help. I only ask for no hindrances to my distribution routes. My teams have free reign of their routes without interference."
"Agreed."
Funny how reasonable two fucking criminals can be. Like were talking about fucking pizza delivery. But his story is the same as mine — bred and groomed to succeed our fathers. No choice in the matter, our fates decided before we were even born. Now we live with the consequences. And hope the people we love survive along with us. Both physically and mentally.
Escalating fear tangles in my gut. Molly doesn’t know who I am or what I do. Yet. With the danger lurking and security increasing, the truth may no longer be a secret. “How does Shae deal with all of this? I mean, she’s in the public eye. Doesn’t she question why she can’t go out or why your guys are all over her when she does?”
A deep sigh ruffles the baby’s curly hair, and he slumps back in his seat, watching her attempt to manipulate the decorative globe he cups in his hand.
“She puts up with a hell of a lot. Sometimes I’m not even sure why. She never complains. But I try my damnedest to never fuck up bad enough to make her want to leave. I almost lost her once, and I won’t do it again.”
My own worst fucking nightmare. I shake my head, matching his own disgust. A reminder that we can’t control this fucking world or their fragile hearts. Both of us at the mercy of these gentle women who have the power to break the most powerful men in the country. A risk I’m more than willing to take to keep her and make her mine.
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Alittle bittipsy and a whole lot star struck, Molly’s gorgeous eyes flame even brighter as she climbs onto my lap once I slide into the backseat after her. Fuck me. She’s stunning. And making my dick so fucking hard it hurts.
“I had a great time. Thank you for bringing me.”
I’m a fucking lucky bastard that she conveniently forgets I forced her. Still not sure what I would have done if she had really denied me. The trip. Or herself. “Me too.”
“Now we have the rest of the night together. Just you and me.”
Her hands slip under my jacket. Caressing over my racing heart before fisting the linen to pull me closer. A few hesitant kisses brush against my lips before she slides her tongue inside. She has no fucking idea what she does to me when she sheathes her body to mine. Urgent and so fucking hot, stoking an inferno all the way to my balls.
I want her. God do I fucking want her so bad. I could slide into her right now and let her ride me all the way to the hotel. But that’s not what I promised. Not what she deserves. “Unless you want me to rip those panties off your gorgeous pussy and fuck you right in this car, you've got to stop grinding on me like that.”
Maybe it's the alcohol flowing through her soft body but lust darkens her eyes as a small purr groans in her throat. Baby girl likes the dirty talk. Then I've got to fucking give her what she wants.
“I thought you liked me kissing you.”
Innocent. Too fucking innocent. “I do. But you make it hard for me to be a gentleman.”
“That’s not a bad thing, is it?”
“Not if you want him to hear me fuck you.” I grip her chin as she starts to turn her head toward the driver. “Because once I’m inside you, he’ll hear you screaming my name through the partition.”
A little gasp follows a huge shudder. Anticipation just as strong as mine. Her gaze locks with mine while I slide off the little sweater I forced her to put on. Goosebumps rise on her ivory skin when I trace over her bare shoulder. My lips follow my fingertips and her body arches, shoving her sweet tits closer to my mouth. I kiss the tops, knowing how dangerous it would be to dip any lower. “Fuck me, angel. You are so fucking glorious.”
“Why do you always call me that?”
A playful tone to her voice that I can't pretend doesn't have more meaning behind it. She wants to know. What makes her different. What makes her special. What drove me to choose her. Totally unaware that it wasn't a choice. I can't be without her. Ever again. “You don’t like it?”
“I do. It’s just…you have that room…downstairs." Slender shoulders hunch under my hands. Her body drifts away, along with her mind as doubt takes root. Weeds of uncertainty smothering the trust budding between us."You like that…kind of stuff. That...I...don't do.”
