And the stolen drugs.
But I keep the last one to myself.
“And how are you going to do that?” Cal asks.
I take a breath. “I’ve got a plan.”
I’m not entirely sure how convinced my brothers are, but they agree, on the condition that this is all on me.
Of course, I wish that were true, but I don’t believe one of them for a second.
“For fuck’s sake,” Torin says to me, not looking up from his phone as he stands there in a suit right near my door. “Get her the fuck out of here before Harry gets home, or my head—and balls—will roll.”
“I thought Ava was the bloodthirsty one.” I say.
Seamus walks over, straightening his tie as Cal walks toward us holding the baby, Raff’s hand in his free one.
The little boy looks up at us with big eyes, and I think my heart melts.
“We’ll go after I take these two to the playroom. And just so you know, Dec, Lucie Joy’s on her way back. But you need to U-N-T-I-E the girl and get her the fuck out.” Then he looks down at his son. “I’ll give you an ice cream if you don’t tell your mammy a thing.”
“Ice cream!”
They head off to their respective floors, now that we’ve connected the three buildings.
I push open my door.
Seamus is right.
Marlowe’s very, very angry. Her eyes glitter with hatred.
“Look, you were trying to escape.” I push a hand through my hair because I really want to touch her.
No one told me just how fucking hot she’d be tied up and tossed on my sofa.
“Mmm on goo ill you.” I’m going to kill you.
“No, Molly, you won’t.”
She bucks on the sofa and pitches over the side. I’m there innanoseconds, catching her. For a moment, I can’t move as I hold her against me, her heart thumping, setting mine off, and my pants get tight. And fuck, I want to crush her in tighter.
Molly’s breath hitches, and I find myself stroking her red hair as I cradle her head.
“Ah, Christ, Marlowe,” I say against her sweet and salty throat. Sweet because of her signature scent that seems to permeate the air when I’m near, and salt from dried sweat. It doesn’t detract, just spikes the florals with sex and filthy urges.
Though the last part might be me.
I ease her back a little. “Sorry I left you up here, I just wasn’t sure where to put you, and it took longer to convince my brothers to take on the case. I’ll take off the gag if you promise not to scream. You might scare the kids.”
She nods and I lower the gag, her body heat warming me, her softness seeming to curve into me. “You have kids?”
“What? No.” I look at her, insulted. “My brothers do. Cute as bugs.”
“Bugs aren’t cute.”
“These are.”
She pushes out a breath. And my gaze catches on her mouth. It wouldn’t take much to steal a kiss, another taste of her. But I set her carefully back on the sofa.
