CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR ASHTON
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
ASHTON
I ripped myself away from Molly, my whole body trembling because holy fuck , the need to tear down her leggings, throw her up against the wall, and sink my dick deep inside of her was tearing through me at a breakneck speed.
She tore something down inside of me. Something I needed, the last bit of restraint with her.
She didn’t just tear it down. She took a battering ram to it, and I was shaken, taking her in. Only her in. I was ignoring the emotions clawing through me.
Only Molly. I could only feel Molly.
I was also going to murder Remmi West because I knew who’d just stormed her way in.
“What are you doing here?” I had to get ahold of myself, but I half growled at Trace’s sister.
She was coming in, hoop earrings. Leather jacket. Her dark hair swept up, piled high, and she was wearing her usual black pants. Trace’s sister liked to dress the Mafia-princess stereotype, but today there was no faux fur jacket.
Remmi ignored me, her neck craning so she could see Molly. “Who’s that?” She pointed at her.
I pushed her hand down. “None of your business. What are you doing here, and how did you get here?”
“She came with me.” Marco stepped around her, coming into the room, and he was eyeing Molly too.
I cursed, raking a hand over my head as I squared off against my cousin. He was family. Of course he’d know about the compound, but Remmi?
“What are you doing here?”
Marco’s eyes narrowed before he turned back to me.
“Trace called. Said he couldn’t get ahold of you, and it was imperative.
I thought this was the one place you’d go where you wouldn’t answer his call, and since Remmi had just landed at the airport, I picked her up and brought her here to see if you were here, and you are. ” He motioned to me.
I stared at him. Hard.
He grinned back. “Relax. I know you got this place cell jammed, and I shared with Remmi this place is secret to even her family.”
Remmi smiled at me. “Oh yeah. I wore a blindfold, headphones, and a bag over my head. I felt very Ozark -like. It was awesome, but really ...” She approached Molly. “Who are you?”
I cursed, moving forward.
Molly was about to answer, but I stepped in between her and Remmi. “She’s no one.”
Remmi’s head moved back, her eyes widening a tiny bit.
She was Trace’s sister, but in many ways, she was also mine.
When he couldn’t handle her or take care of her, I stepped in.
Hell. I stepped in a lot of times even before he was given a chance to be her brother.
That was me, taking care of the fires before they turned into infernos, and her being here was the start of another one that would rage out of control.
I took Molly’s hand, linking our fingers, still standing in front of her.
Remmi’s gaze darted down, zeroing in on the action.
Marco seemed mildly interested, but he went to the bar and poured himself a drink first. “Was that some family business I saw being handled when we drove in?”
I didn’t know what he thought he saw, but Worthing would’ve been taken out of here before they arrived. I ignored his question for now and glanced at Remmi, who seemed captivated by Molly.
Marco saw the look. “I only pulled her blindfolds off once we got into the garage. Secret’s still safe, cousin.”
“Cousin?” Molly squeaked.
I tightened my hold on her hand.
And at the sound, Remmi’s head jerked back up, and Marco’s eyes narrowed. A look flickered in his gaze, but he blinked it away before assuming a cool and casual expression once more. He sipped from his drink before meeting my gaze again. “Thinking we should have a discussion before you leave.”
Remmi glanced his way. “We just got here.”
Marco kept watching me, and he grinned, almost smugly.
“My cousin likes to come here when he’s beginning to cook something up, but if he brought his latest flavor, he won’t want us around.
I have no doubt that Avery is already packing their vehicle for their departure. Like me, Avery knows our boss.”
I glared at my cousin. “Now is not the time for you to test my boundaries.”
His eyes flickered again—something flared there, but he dimmed it just as fast as it showed.
His hand tightened around his glass, and he couldn’t hide that tell.
“You’ll have to forgive me. Before getting Remmi’s call, I’d been on the phone with my mother and received a nice earful on behalf of our aunts. ”
He was right. We’d not done the second family dinner.
As if sensing my inner turmoil, Molly touched the back of my wrist, sliding her hand down to replace her other hand. Her palm touched mine, and she linked our fingers as she moved beside me, raising her head and giving me a solemn look.
I couldn’t understand what she was trying to express, but she kept moving, and I felt in a trance. Captivated by her.
I wasn’t the only one. The rest of the room fell silent.
She ignored them, touching my chest with her free hand, standing in front of me for a moment before she began walking backward. Toward the door. She tugged me, so I followed her. Once I did, she ducked her head down, leading the way past Remmi and Marco and not making eye contact with them.
Our hands were still linked.
I went with her, soundlessly.
She faltered in the hallway, so I took over, taking her to my room in the north tower.
Once through the door, I whisked her around, my hand going to her hip.
She gasped, but I guided her against the door, and I was trapping her.
I liked doing this, feeling her right there, in front of me.
That need was still there. Burning. It had been banked but wasn’t out, and now. Now , I was done holding back.
My other hand let go of her hand and placed it on the door above her head.
She had some color come to her cheeks, and her mouth parted.
I could feel her pulse. It was so strong, so loud, that I felt the drumbeat even just touching her hip.
“Why’d you do that?” My voice was gruff. I hadn’t meant for it to come out that way.
She didn’t answer right away, biting down on her bottom lip as she searched my face.
Then, with a sigh, she seemed to melt in front of me, leaning fully back against the door.
“Because no matter what you do, you still lost your grandfather and uncles not that long ago, and I forgot. I think a lot of people forget.”
I frowned. “Forget what?”
She touched my chest, lightly. “That you’re in mourning too.”
I closed my eyes and swallowed tightly. Her words were like a punch to my system, but then I opened them again and found her studying my face.
Her eyes scanned all over me, tracing me until she saw I was looking back at her, and hers widened a little.
The top of her lip curved up, just slightly.
She wasn’t scared of me. Why wasn’t she scared of me?
Her eyes even sparkled a little right now. “I don’t think I like your cousin.”
This woman. I didn’t understand her.
I began to pull away, and as if sensing that, her hand grabbed a handful of my shirt, and she held me in place. “I’m going to be honest a little bit here.”
I was listening.
She went back to searching my eyes. “I don’t know the dynamics of the two in there, or you, or this place, or your men.
I don’t understand what’s happening with you or Jess and her man, but I can tell you that I really don’t want to know any of that.
I do know when to hide, when to fold, when to run, and when to fight, but right now, I know there’s something else going on between us, and for selfish reasons, I only want to focus on that.
” She was pulling me to her, slowly, with each word.
And she shifted her stance, spreading her legs as I stepped in between them.
The desperation to be inside of her was primal, rushing through me.
My hand skimmed down her leg from her hip, catching the back of her thigh, and I lifted it, stepping fully into her.
She gasped again, a soft breathy sound coming from her.
“This”—she trailed her finger down my chest to my stomach and lingered there, toying with the top button of my pants—“is one thing I keep getting distracted by, and I’m just going to reiterate again that I don’t care about the other bullshit going on. ”
I lifted her leg higher and moved in.
She gasped again, her head falling back against the door, her chin rising, and her tongue wet her bottom lip.
God.
My dick just shot up at that sight, and feeling me, her eyes opened fully, seeing me.
Her hand splayed out over my chest, pushing back but using that momentum to lift both her legs up.
I growled, moving with her. My hands slipped under her ass as she wound her legs behind me, her ankles crossing.
Jesus.
I rubbed against her, slowly.
Looking down, I watched where we were grinding against each other.
She started panting slightly, softly, in my ear.
“This is distracting you?”
“Yes,” she breathed out, her hips and ass moving with me. She was pushing against my chest so she could start moving harder, starting to ride back against me.
Well, it was distracting me, too, but I forced myself to stop.
Marco was here. That wasn’t good. Remmi was here.
That really wasn’t good. I was about to lose my head, and that really, really wasn’t good.
And if reading the past actions, I could predict that where Remmi went, Trace and Jess were about to show up, even if they didn’t know how to get here. They’d still show up.
I wanted Molly out of here before any more fireworks happened.
I groaned, separating and letting her drop back down.
Hurt showed from her eyes, but I still peeled myself back from her. “This can’t happen.” I said it rougher than I intended, but that was happening more and more with her. Everything was coming out backward.
She flinched, biting back down on her lip.
“We’re leaving.” I nodded for the bathroom. “Use that before we go.”