Page 93 of Stolen Rebel

His movements grow erratic as he gets closer. I slide my hands down the planes of his back, sinking my nails into his arse cheeks, and pull him in just a little deeper.

“Fuck, Rebel.” His fingers bite into my skin, and I can’t wait to look at the bruises tomorrow and be reminded of this moment, the moment I made him come undone. He looks down at where our bodies are joined as he thrusts in and out of me.

“Look.” His voice is strained. “Look at how perfectly we fit together.” His teeth graze my shoulder, goosebumps blossoming across my skin.

When I flutter my inner muscles around him, he comes on a grunt, kissing me like I’m the most precious thing in the world.

He softens, but neither of us are in a rush to draw apart. So, we stay there, kissing each other, touching each other, and whispering promises that nothing will ever separate us again while his hand stays spread over my stomach.

And for once, I dare to believe them.

Chapter 41

LIAM

Leaving Rebel asleep in my bed after a night of tangled limbs and multiple orgasms is tantamount to torture, but I need to talk to Patrick again. I was so fucking desperate to return to her last night that I dropped a hasty update about Murray, then split.

But the Aisling thing is gnawing at me, like there’s a puzzle piece hidden in plain sight. I hardly knew her. Only recalled her car accident because Murray’s conversation with his mother pushed me to look it up.

Why, in his fucked-up mind, does he think I’m somehow to blame? It’s time to pick him up and get some answers. Whatever intel Patrick is gathering, it needs to have a fucking rocket put up its arse. I agreed to wait, but that was before I overheard the phone call. My gut tells me that Murray won’t need much encouragement to start yapping.

Patrick’s study door is shut. I rap once and enter. He holds up a finger, phone propped against his ear, freeing his hands which are tapping on his computer keyboard.

“Approved. Report back when it’s done.” He hangs up, jerking his chin at me, a smirk on his lips. “Thanks for keeping the fucking house awake last night.”

I ignore him. Couldn’t give a shite, truth be told. “What was that about?”

“Nothing important. You and your girl made up then?”

I pop a shoulder, pulling out the guest chair and dropping into it. “It’s time to move on Murray.”

“This because of the Aisling thing?”

“Yeah.” I scrub a hand over my chin. “I’m giving myself a headache trying to work out why the fuck the mad bastard thinks I’ve got anything to do with his sister dying. My guess is he’ll be too eager to tell me why. So, let’s give him what he wants.”

“Can’t hurt. The intel reports haven’t thrown up anything like corruption or his strings being pulled by a higher power. From what I can tell, he’s not being funded by an enemy. And after what you overheard, it sounds like a grudge match, pure and simple.”

I was ready to ignore Patrick’s order to stand down if he still wanted me to wait, but it makes life easier if he’s onside. I get up. “I’ll go grab him.”

“Why don’t you get Rowan to call him? Arrange to meet?”

“Why the fuck would I do that?”

“Because he’s a gard. Because snatching a police officer will only bring attention I’d rather not have, given the shipment we have arriving this week. Better that he comes willingly.”

“Right.” The guns. “I hate the idea of her speaking to that fucker at all.”

“Then get her to text him. Have her inform him that you’ve snatched her but she’s managed to get away. That she needs his protection. That’ll explain why she’s in Ireland when he still thinks she’s in England, and it plays to his ego.”

There’s a reason my brother is the head of our family, and it’s not solely because he’s the eldest. He’s also fucking smart. He’s the strategic one, I’m the hotheaded muscle, and Darragh is the tech whiz. It’s why our business keeps growing when our enemies are flailing.

“That brain of yours must give you a permanent fucking headache.”

“What gives me a fucking headache is usually you.”

“Liam gives us all a headache.”

I glance over my shoulder at Darragh. “Sneaky fucker. Didn’t even hear you come in.”