I don’t.
Instead, I kiss her harder, my fingers starting to wander.
I want to fuck her right here. Against this wall. In this alley. Let anyone watching see exactly who she belongs to.
A bullet whistles past my head, so close that I feel the air ripple as it passes.
Molly shoves at me, trying to push me back into the wall.
I grab her and drive us both to the ground instead; rolling so my body covers hers as another shot cracks overhead.
Concrete chips where our heads just were.
I draw my gun, thumb off the safety, and point the barrel into the dark.
Some bastard just tried to take what’s mine.
And I’m about to show them exactly how bad a mistake that was.
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Panic and desireslam through me so hard I can’t tell where one ends and the other starts. My heart punches my ribs, my thighs are slick, and my brain is static.
“Dec?”
It’s one of his brothers, a casual voice drifting down the alley like this is just another Tuesday.
“One of thegobshiteguards thought you were an intruder.” There’s a pause, and all I can think about is the hard weight of Declan’s body on mine, his thick erection pressed exactly where I need it. “That is you, right, Dec? With your wife?”
“I really want to fuck you,” Declan murmurs against my ear, teeth catching my lobe as he deliberately grinds into me, making sure I feel every inch. Then, louder, “Aye, it’s me and the lass, Seamus. Call off the fucking dogs.”
There’s too much cheer in his voice, too much lightness for a man who just almost got shot. I don’t know if he’s genuinely unworried or if he’s wrapping his tone in sugar so I don’t realize exactly how scared Ishouldbe.
He kisses me again before I can process the thought. It’s slow.Deep. Possessive. His tongue slides against mine, coaxing, tasting. My fingers find their own way between us, wrapping around his cock and stroking like a woman who’s lost her damn mind.
He bites my bottom lip, and at the same time shoves two fingers inside me, pumping with that ruthless rhythm, his thumb grinding my clit. Classic Declan move. Weaponized pleasure. It’s obscene how quickly my body answers him, the heat, hunger, and tight edge where everything in me wants to snap and break apart.
I want to come. I want to wrap my legs around him and ride him right here, in the open, where whoever fired the bullet can choke on the sight of us.
He pulls out instead, his forehead dropping to mine.
“Sorry, Molly,” he breathes. “But this isn’t safe.”
Exactly the way I like it. My God, I have issues.
I bite back the words and a pathetic whimper still escapes my lips.
“Yeah, you’re into it,” he says, hearing what I don’t say, “but we need to move.”
He hauls me up and walks us back toward the light where Seamus waits.
“The party’s over,” Seamus says, all business. “We’re heading home. I’ll check out the area. Someone was seen hanging around. Get everyone ready.”
“Who made you boss?” Declan shoots back.
But he’s already threading his fingers through mine and pulling me back toward the building.
