Chapter 17 #2
He flicked his tongue over her clitoris and she spasmed, her eyes kicking to the back of her head. He closed his mouth over her hood and sucked with urgency until she detonated.
“Atlas!” she shrieked.
His mouth caught each ripple of her orgasm. She shuddered and gasped
He groaned against her sex and his grip on her thighs tightened, leaving an impression on her skin. The A/C turned on. Cool air blew over her exposed skin, but she didn’t get the chance to feel cold. He lifted her into his arms, and she wrapped her legs around his waist.
Her body was so weak and limp that she could only hang there. He strolled across the floor, his open belt buckle clanking with every step, reminding her of what was to come.
And god help her, another hit of lust ran through her veins.
His fingers laced with Molly’s, Atlas walked down the hall toward Viper and Wraith’s room. Molly hugged his arm close, and his elbow sat snugly between her breasts, making him want to strip her right against the damn wall.
He’d never been so insatiable in his life.
Every touch of her slight, feminine hands, every glance at her perky little body drove him wild. He’d never been this into a woman. He wanted to hold and touch her constantly.
And if he couldn’t do that, he wanted her close.
Needed her at his side while he slept. That was another thing.
While on a mission he never slept well. But hell, with Molly, he was getting more rest than usual—even more than when he was off duty.
Which was mind-boggling given that he could barely keep his hands off her.
“What do you think they have to tell you?” she asked as they neared the hotel room, her tone pitched with worry.
He’d gotten a text from Viper asking him to come over as soon as he woke up—of course, he deliberately hadn’t read it until he and Molly were done in bed.
He turned her to face him and placed his hands on her hips. His fingers twitched to travel to her ass, but if that happened, he’d end up hauling her back to their room. “Don’t worry about anything, all right? You’re safe no matter what.”
She rolled her lips together, then nodded.
He rapped on the door and a moment later, Viper answered. He stood in the foyer wearing only a stupid grin and jogging pants low on his hips. The dude was huge. Atlas loved to rib him about being beefy, but the truth was, Viper was just jacked as fuck.
“Afternoon,” he sang cheerily. “Want some coffee, doll?”
Atlas scowled. “Put on a fucking shirt.”
Viper let out a laugh and held open the door. “Did he wake up on the wrong side of the bed or is he grumpy just for me?” he asked Molly.
Atlas ushered her into the room, and he closed the door behind them.
“Just for you,” she said, without missing a beat.
Viper snatched a long-sleeved tee from the back of a chair and pulled it on. “Super. He’s more fun with a stick up his ass.”
“How about I try my foot up your ass?”
Viper chortled. “How about I give you the good news instead? We found Rex. Rogue went over to his and Reaper’s room. They’ll be back in five.”
“No shit. Where is he?”
“That stripper. What was her name? Cinnamon? Well, she was right about that other woman, Kat. We found a house for her outside of town.”
“Stripper?” Molly’s eyebrows nearly touched her hair.
He winced and flicked a furious look at Viper. It wasn’t his friend’s fault Molly hadn’t been briefed on Jenna, but Atlas had been more than a little preoccupied since waking up. “It’s not what you think.”
Molly crossed her arms, and her mouth quirked at the corner. While he couldn’t say she looked pissed, she definitely wasn’t impressed.
“Uh, I’m sure it was all business, sugar. Atlas here’s a loyal fella. And I think you two are, uh—”
Atlas sent him another look. He didn’t need his friend trying to help—he hadn’t done anything wrong. Aside from that, Viper didn’t need to make assumptions about his relationship with Molly when even he couldn’t put it into words yet.
A brusque knock sounded at the door. There was a beep, and then Rogue, Wraith, Havoc, and Reaper slipped inside, decked out.
“Ready for a takedown?” Rogue asked, beaming for the first time since they’d left home.
“Fucking right.” Atlas kissed Molly’s forehead then whispered in her ear, “We’ll talk about that other thing later.”
Viper passed him a vest. He fit it over his head and tightened the straps.
He was wearing the same clothes he’d worn last night.
He hadn’t shaved. Hadn’t showered. Hadn’t had much food or water.
But he felt fucking alive at the prospect of retribution.
And with any luck, maybe he’d be back in time to have a late dinner with Molly.
Then Molly rose onto her toes and kissed his cheek. “I’m not worried.”
He frowned in confusion.
Amusement played on her pretty face. “About Cinnamon.” One sexy brow came down low. “Although I’m looking forward to an explanation.”
“So.” Rogue adjusted his vest. “Who’s staying with Molly?”
“Oh no,” Molly said. “No way. You guys have spent enough time watching over me. It sounds like you’ve got good information and will have everything tied up soon. I’ll be fine.”
Rogue’s mouth thinned. He didn’t even look at Atlas before stomping out the idea. “Not happening.”
Atlas gave a sharp nod. “Agreed. Someone’s gotta stay behind.”
She propped her hands on her hips, scowling.
“I will,” Viper said. “My back’s killing me anyway.” He winked at Molly.
“Your back hurts because you won’t stop eating,” Reaper quipped. “Drop twenty pounds and see how you feel.”
“Fuck you,” Viper said, without venom.
A muscle in Rogue’s jaw jumped with urgency. “All right, boys. Let’s go.”
Atlas pulled Molly in for a hug, not giving a shit if he got ribbed by the guys the moment they left. He needed Molly not to worry. But the truth was, he knew better than anyone that time was limited.
That every time he stepped out on a mission he might be close to taking his last breath.
He wanted Molly’s sweet vanilla scent surrounding him, the feel of her supple body against his. She fit just fucking right.
“Come back, please.” Her words, softer than the Panama breeze, ravaged his heart.
“Ready?” Rogue’s clipped question interrupted them.
Molly stood back and folded her hands in front of her midsection, a weak smile on her face and worry screaming silently from her pretty tawny eyes. “Be careful. All of you.”
Atlas vowed to himself that he’d come back.
He had to.