Chapter Six
Within seconds they were in Joy’s home, the pristine white walls a fitting backdrop for the rage she was in. If he’d wanted to see what lay beneath the surface of Joy Collingwood, he was seeing it now.
Solidifying, she turned on him. “What do you think you’re doing? That was not what we were trying to achieve with that visit.”
He looked down at his hand and ran his thumb across hisfingers. “That’s what I was hoping to achieve.”
“Malcolm, showing her loved ones being shot is bad enough. You needed to let her come to her own conclusions.”
He waved his hand to the side. “You heard her. She just wanted to change the outcome. She missed the meaning behind it.”
“The meaning? You didn’t even give the poor woman a chance to breathe, never mind process what she saw!” Joy pattedher chest. “I’m still trying to process it, and I knew what was coming. Now, not only have you shocked Holly, but you’ve done exactly what Cameron said for you not to do. Do you wish to end your existence?”
She turned, stalking away from him then she spun back to face him. “How can I keep you safe when you do everything in your power to undermine me?”
He was so fascinated by this side of happy,caring Joy that it took a second to register what she said. “Keep me safe?” He not only sounded like a bumbling idiot, he felt like one too.
She rolled her eyes. “Of course! You’re the one on trial here. You’re the one, by your own words, being tested by those above Cameron. You’re the one who chose me to come along for the ride. I assumed it meant you wanted my help, not that you wanted me towitness the end of your existence because if that’s what you were hoping then you’re sadly mistaken. I refuse to stand idly by while you destroy yourself.”
Her anger took a toll on her hair, multiple strands now framed her face making her appear more wild and sexy then he’d given her credit for. Suddenly, the barbell jewelry seemed to fit, and his cock began to harden. He solidified as well.“Destroy myself?”
She stomped toward him, her ankle high boots clacking loudly on the tile floor of her living room. “That’s what it looks like to me. What do you call it?”
Her blue eyes flashed, revealing emotions he hadn’t seen since…since Blair. He brushed past her. He refused to go there again.
Her hands on his arm stopped him short.
“Where are you going? You owe me an explanation.”
He scowled at the two hands holding his arm. He could easily break their hold. She thought she could stop him. Save him. He didn’t need saving. He needed—
Like fog clearing beneath the onslaught of the sun, understanding dawned.
He needed her.
No. He shook his head. He didn’t. He didn’t need anyone. His gaze traveled up her arm to the pulse beating in her neck. His lips itched to lick her there,to move his hand under her dress and cup her between her legs to feel if the fuxing barbell lay there.
He forced his gaze to hers. The dark blue flecks in her eyes seemed to fight with the lighter colors, as if her body was on fire. As he stared at her, her mouth parted slightly, her breaths became more pronounced and her cheeks, already flushed with anger, grew rosier.
He’d have to be a saintto resist her. With his free hand, he grasped her behind her neck and brought her lips to within a hair’s breadth of his. He held her there, hoping she’d try to pull away, silently begging her to tell him “no.”
Once again, the photo of himself, tucked into her bedside drawer, flitted through his mind and he knew he was lost. With a groan, he pressed his lips to hers and breached her mouth withhis tongue. He swept inside, dominating her, holding her there despite her hand gripping his arm.
When she sucked on his tongue, he gave up the fight. Within seconds, he’d phased them both and swept them together into her bedroom.
He wanted her. All of her. He angled them over her bed before solidifying them again, never letting go of her sweet mouth.
As soon as her body sunk into the mattress,she became more aggressive. She let go of his arm and ran her hand into his hair while her other hand burrowed beneath his cape to yank his shirt from the waistband of his kilt.
Her chest arched up against him and her legs spread, allowing his to anchor between them, his already hard cock pressing against her thigh. With a practiced hand, he unlinked his sporran and threw it to the side.
Hertongue explored his mouth, tangling with his own, and like her hands, it never stopped moving. The need she exhibited stoked his own.
Finally, he pulled his mouth away, anxious to taste her skin. She turned her head to the side, giving him access to her neck, which he gladly kissed.
Suddenly, she phased. “Disrobe me.” At her words, he looked up, thinking she wanted him to strip her, but thatwasn’t the case.
She solidified again and beneath him now lay a naked Joy, and with her hand lifting his kilt and grabbing his ass, he had no doubt that she liked it this way. He pressed his abdomen against her thighs and she tilted her pelvis to rub herself against the course wool of his kilt.
