15. Molly #2
My words were cut off when the door swung open. A man who looked like a thug loomed on the other side, gazing impassively at Keir.
“We’re here to see Gael,” Keir told him.
The guy scrutinized Keir before his gaze flickered to me.
“Gotta search you,” he said in a soft voice.
Keir heaved a sigh like this was the worst thing to happen to him today, then let the guy pat him down. Two guns and a garrote wire were removed from his body, and I gaped slack-mouthed at Keir.
“A garrote wire?” I hissed.
He shrugged. “I’ve recently come to appreciate them.”
I flushed, remembering how I had tried to strangle him so I could escape his room. Then how easily Keir had pinned me to the floor, and how my body had craved his weight.
After removing a pair of wire cutters from Keir’s pocket, the thug turned to me—a gleam in his cold brown eyes. Crossing my arms over my chest, I snapped, “Put a hand on me and prepare to lose it.”
He looked at Keir, who only shook his head. “She doesn’t have any weapons.”
“Everybody gets searched,” was the impassive reply as he stepped closer to me. He’d raised his hand to begin the search when Keir’s fingers wrapped around his wrist, stopping him. Anger flashed in Keir’s dark eyes, a roiling storm of rage.
“Nobody touches her but me,” he told the other man in a low, savage voice and shoved him out of the way.
Keir’s hands were warm and sure against my arms and torso.
Kneeling before me, he maintained furious eye contact, sliding one hand up the outside of my leg and the other on the inside.
As he moved up my body, my eyes fluttered shut, his touch edging closer to the top of my thigh.
Even through the denim of my borrowed jeans, I felt each caress.
My eyes opened when he started near my ankle on my other leg.
Our gazes locked as I peered down at him, it was an erotic game of cat and mouse.
His hands slid further up my calf, my knee, and my thigh until he rose and stood in front of me.
His body blocked the other guy’s view as he cupped my pussy through my jeans, and I whimpered.
With a cocky smirk, he leaned forward, brushing his lips against the shell of my ear, as he whispered, “Are you wet for me, Jynx?”
“No,” I lied, just as softly.
Keir took the lobe of my ear between his teeth, and I hissed as the pain turned to pleasure. “Don’t be a brat, Jynx, you should know I now have a fucking hard dick and nowhere to put it.”
Pulling back a little so I could see his face, I replied, “I guess you’ll be taking care of that problem later. All by yourself.”
“That mouth of yours…” he growled low, but it sounded more like a promise than a statement. As he stepped away, he announced, “She’s clean.”
The man, obviously satisfied with the cursory pat down, grunted and walked to a set of doors directly to our left.
He opened them, revealing a regal sitting room matched to the era of the house.
Oil paintings decorated the dark maroon walls, the couch and matching armchairs were a pale green crushed velvet, and the table in between them was dark mahogany.
Wordlessly, the guy shut the double doors as he left, and I turned to Keir. “What the fuck was that?”
Keir reached to his jeans, popped the button, and drew down the zipper. The head of his cock stretched beyond the waistband of his black boxer briefs, and he palmed his length through the fabric.
“What are you doing?” And why the fuck did my voice sound so breathy?
“I’m teaching that mouth of yours a lesson, Jynx. Brats always get punished.”
Heat shot through me at the thought. Did I have a kink? Him talking about me like that just did it for me. I watched him step closer, his dark eyes fixed on my mouth.
“On your knees, Jynx.”
I glanced at the double doors then back at him. “Are you insane ? Someone could walk in here at any minute.”
His mouth hitched up on one side. “Better work fast then.”
Keir’s presence overwhelmed me. It was the dark look of hunger on his face, combined with the way he touched me, and I wanted to hate him for how my body responded.
“You’re certifiably insane,” I hissed back, my eyes darting again to the door.
“You either suck my dick now in private, or I’ll ask Gael if he wants to join in as payment for us coming into his territory without asking permission from him first. The choice is yours.”
“Did we really come here without permission?”
He nodded. “Poor form, really. He could take the slight badly and shoot us.”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I contemplated my options. I knew the clans only worked well together when they were in neutral territory. We had rushed here for me. Keir was putting his life in danger for me .
His eyes glittered in triumph as I lowered myself to the floor. “Now take out my dick.”
His command made heat flood my system. Sliding my fingers into the waistband of his briefs, I tugged them down over his hard cock. I had never seen his cock in the light before, and I grew slicker at the sight.
“Wrap your hands around it.” When I hesitated, he growled, “Who knows when someone else is going to walk through that door, Jynx.”
Sucking in a breath, I did as he asked, wrapping my hands around his girth. They moved up and down his shaft, pumping him, learning what he liked.
He let out a hiss. “That’s right, baby. Just like that.” He tangled his hand in my hair. “Wrap those pretty lips around me.”
Sliding my tongue across his crown, I lapped at the pre-cum pooling there, moaning a little as his taste hit me. Keir’s fist tightened.
“Fuck, that sound you just made.” He peered down at me through slitted eyes. “Open wider.”
As I did, he thrust forward, stuffing his cock further into my mouth and driving into the back of my throat.
My gag reflex kicked in, and tears pricked the corners of my eyes.
Keir groaned and slid back out, fisting his cock as the crown lay on my bottom lip.
He slapped his dick against my swollen lip before he pushed inside again.
With his fist tight in my hair, he found a slow pace I could manage, and he pumped rhythmically into my mouth.
When his hips stopped moving, I took over. My head bobbing back and forth, taking him deeper, as I hollowed out my cheeks. At that, his fingers dug into my skull; I repeated the motion again and again until he wrapped his large palms around my head and jaw and held me in place.
He took control, fucking into my mouth, never taking his eyes off mine until he came on the back of my tongue. He hardly made a noise, but the intensity of his gaze never wavered.
I pulled off his dick and was about to spit his cum onto the carpet, but he quickly slammed his hand across my mouth.
“Swallow it, Jynx.”
Glaring at him, I shook my head, causing him to smile. Pinching my nose, he depleted me of breath until I had no choice but to swallow in order to get air into my abused lungs.
“You’re a bastard,” I hissed at him, rising to my feet.
Tossing me a lazy smile, he tucked his semi-hard dick back into his jeans before refastening them. “Aye, I may be a bastard, but I’m a bastard who just had his dick sucked.”
I squirmed on the spot, feeling how wet my pussy was now because of him. Keir, of course, noticed and smirked.
“Need to come, baby?”
“Fuck you.”
He laughed. “Definitely later.”
I was about to cuss him out for being an arrogant ass when the double doors opened and a man in his mid-to-late forties stepped into the room.
He had a receding hairline and a jagged scar which ran from above his eye socket to the corner of his mouth, behind him was a younger man with the same hard stare who had to be his son.
Gael shot Keir a smirk and said pleasantly. “I hope we aren’t interrupting anything.”
“Not at all,” Keir replied. “We just finished up.”
I glared at the pair of them. I did not give a shit if they were two clan members who could kill me and dispose of my body without a second thought. But unable to give either of them a full piece of my mind, I folded my arms and waited.
Gael and Owen moved further into the room, and the guard shut the double doors behind us. When I turned back around, I found the men had sat down, dwarfing the Georgian furniture with their bulk. They’d also taken all the seats available, leaving me to stand.
Keir smirked, his leg spread wide in the petite armchair, then he patted his knee.
“You have got to be kidding,” I muttered.
“Sit down, Jynx.” Keir’s tone was firm.
Glancing at Gael and his son, I noted the way they watched us, observing the hostile interaction between Keir and me.
“Is there a problem?” Gael asked, his fingers drumming on the arm of his chair.
“Jynx, stop being a brat and sit down .”
Irritation heated my cheeks as I perched my ass on his knee, my legs turned so they were tucked against his other leg. Keir wrapped his arm around my waist, locking me into place.
“Keir, you told me you could shed some light on this declaration of war situation,” Gael said. “So have at it.”
I stared at the Clan Boss’s son, resisting the urge to rub my hands over my arms. Something wasn’t quite right with him. He stared at me like he wanted to bend me over the couch and finish what Keir had started.
“Jynx?” Keir prompted.
I startled, glancing at him, then back toward the Sionnach Clan Boss, whose ice-chip eyes bored into me. Licking my suddenly dry lips, I said, “The man who gave me the bullet was my ex-boyfriend.”
“Explain it to me,” Gael said. “He simply walks up to you one day and asks you to deliver a bullet?”
“Not exactly.”
“What’s different?”
“He threatened me. And when I refused to do what he wanted, he threatened the life of my younger sister.”
Gael crossed his leg at the ankle. “What’s he got over you?”
I shook my head. “That’s none of your concern.”
For the first time since he sat down, Owen finally spoke. “You’re in our territory and you delivered a declaration of war to one of our allies. Anything you do is our concern.”
Nibbling on my bottom lip, I looked back at Gael. “He knows something about my past.”
Gael raised his brows in question. “And this thing about your past…”
“Is private,” I said firmly. “It has no bearing on delivering the bullet to Finnan Quinn.”
“Her piece of shit ex was a member of the Fiach Clan,” Keir interjected, his fingers tightening to the point of pain where they lay against my hip. I shifted uneasily on his knee, feeling his eyes graze my face before he loosened his grip.
“He was ?” Owen asked.
I waited for Keir to tell him what had happened, but he remained silent. Taking a deep breath, I said, “He’s dead.”
“Right,” Gael replied slowly. “And how exactly did he get that way?”
“I shot the bastard,” Keir replied. “He attacked her, so I killed him.” He shrugged like splattering another man’s brains across my studio walls wasn’t a big deal.
Gael said in a soft voice, “You killed a clan member, Keir. Not sure that was wise.”
“All respect, sir, but I don’t give a fuck. There are some lines you don’t cross.”
Owen looked between us, then addressed me. “So, what’s the problem? He’s dead, he can’t hurt you or your sister now.”
“He had people following my sister, and he hadn’t called them off before…” I hesitated.
“Before I decorated her walls,” Keir finished. I huffed and shifted on his knee, so Keir slid me further along his thigh and settled the weight of his arm around my waist. “Long story short, he’s dead. He didn’t call off whoever was guarding her and now her sister’s life is in danger.”
Gael flicked a look in his son’s direction, which prompted Owen to ask, “What do you need from us?”
“Some back up,” Keir said. “More men to watch her mam’s house. Men to monitor her sister and mother.”
“We can spare two Dogs,” Owen said.
“Dogs?” I asked.
“Watchdogs. Low-level members whose sole job is to watch people and gather intel,” Keir explained. To Owen, he added, “Any additional eyes on the house would be good.”
“Was there anything else?” Gael asked.
“That’s all. We won’t be here longer than a week. Two at the most.”
Two weeks? That was news to me.
“Happy to help the Mac Tíre Clan,” Gael said, rising from his seat and moving to a sideboard where a silver tray held a crystal decanter filled with amber liquid. “Do you need somewhere to stay while you’re in town?”
I felt Keir’s gaze on me, before he said, “We’ll find somewhere closer to her mam’s house, but we appreciate the offer.”
“You’ll stay for a drink though,” Gael said, a statement more than a question.
“Of course.”