7. Molly #2
“Because you’re a decent human being?” I asked, already knowing he wasn’t. He was the Chief for the Mac Tíre Clan. He was dangerous. Hard. Unyielding … but he was also the only person who was possibly on my side right now. If you could count him not killing me already, as being on my side.
Keir’s laughter boomed and echoed against the tiles. “Believe me, Jynx, if you know what thoughts were running through my head, you wouldn’t think of me as decent.”
His eyes had darkened to midnight, his gaze hungry even though there was a hint of disgust tinging it too. Did he despise me, or was the loathing turned inward?
We stared at each other for a long minute until I finally broke our locked gaze. “So, will you turn around?”
He inhaled deeply, blowing out the smoke through his nose with a sigh. “No.”
No, he would not turn around.
No, we would not leave until I’d cleaned up.
No, I didn’t want to stay in these clothes that Grady had died on.
No, I didn’t have another choice.
With shaking hands, I reached for the top of my dress, sliding the first small silver button through the hole. Keir’s eyes locked on my fingers as they worked down the front until my chest was bared to him from collarbone to stomach.
He then took another hit of his cigarette—the tip glowing red—and blew out a steady stream of smoke.
Biting my bottom lip, I pushed the material off one shoulder, then the other, his eyes flaring as the dress fell off my narrow hips.
On instinct, my hand moved to the apex of my thighs, covering myself from his view.
I was standing before him in only a bra and although I wasn’t completely naked, I certainly felt as if I’d been stripped of more than my clothing.
Breathing through my mouth to keep my pulse from racing, I spun around and turned on the closest shower, before reaching around to unhook my bra.
The lacy fabric fell to the tiles at my feet, and I kicked it away.
With one arm wrapped around my breasts, I stepped under the spray.
As soon as the water hit me, Keir let out a snort of derision, and I glared at him over my shoulder.
“What?!” I demanded, running a hand through my hair and soaking it. It was awkward with only one hand, but I managed.
“Why are you so shy with me, Jynx? We’ve?—”
“Fucked,” I said, interrupting him. “I know. That was different.”
“How was it different?”
“It was dark.”
“You were still naked,” he retorted.
“We were in the back of the Rover.”
“Again,” he replied, taking another deep pull of the cigarette. “You were still naked.”
And he hadn’t been. He’d only unzipped his pants to fuck me. I shook my head. “It’s unfair.”
“What is?”
“This is the second time you’ve seen me naked, but I’ve never seen you.”
He smirked. “If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was say the word, baby.”
“What? No!” I turned back around, releasing the arm across my chest to pump out some of the body wash that had been left on a shelf. Lathering my hands, I cleaned myself of the sweat and blood that had caked my skin.
“Don’t forget to wash your pussy,” he said. His words made me stiffen, and I looked at him over my shoulder, trembling at the heated look in his eyes. The cigarette was finally gone from his mouth, but his lips were firm as he stared at my body.
Turning around to face him, I boldly let him watch as I pumped some more body wash into my palm and slicked it between my legs.
I washed myself while he watched, his heavily lidded eyes drooping further, and I could feel the scorch on my skin everywhere he looked.
Backing up a step, I positioned myself under the water again, rinsing away the suds.
With a cocky smirk in his direction, I turned around and shut off the water.
Then he was on me. Fully clothed, he pressed my body hard against the cold tiles.
The contrast on my heated skin felt like heaven, even though I was in hell.
His erection pressed against my ass, grinding into me, making my legs weak.
I didn’t want to enjoy him touching me like this.
He was my captor, after all, but my stupid body was desperate to feel his hands on me again.
His breathing was harsh against the shell of my ear—heated like my blood. “Jynx,” Keir said, his voice strained, but it didn’t hold a hint of anger. He sounded desperate.
The door to the locker room suddenly opened, and the sound of a couple of women talking broke the silence.
Their voices seemed to unlock Keir’s body, and he backed away.
The front of his clothes were soaked from where he’d pushed against me, and the bulge in his pants betrayed how turned on he felt.
“We’re done here,” he growled, his expression now shuttered.
I banded an arm around my breasts while covering my pussy. Keir shot me a derisive look and threw me a towel. I wrapped it around myself quickly, securing the top under my arm, then squeezed the water from my hair.
I looked at my discarded bloody clothes. “Can I get something to wear that’s not covered in blood and brains?”
With a scowl, he stalked into the main locker room, speaking quietly with whoever had come in. He returned a moment later, holding a black lace slip that showed more than it hid. He expected me to walk through the club wearing that?
“You’re kidding, right?”
He arched a brow in warning. “Not kidding, Jynx. Now put it on.”
“No.” I threw it back in his face, a thrill of victory pulsing through me.
He hadn’t seen my defiance coming and hadn’t caught it in time. With a growl I felt right down low in my stomach, he bunched the fabric in his fist and snarled, “You don’t want to wear it? Fine. You can go fucking naked.”