16. Keir
Keir
I stared at Molly, who stood and glared at all of us, her arms crossed, a thundercloud expression on her face.
I was completely and utterly fascinated by how few fucks she gave about being in the literal, beating heart of the Sionnach Clan territory.
Nothing seemed to faze this fucking woman, even the fact that I made her suck my dick before we met with Gael and his son.
My lips twitched at the memory of her venomous stare when I slapped my hand over her mouth and plugged her nose, forcing her to swallow my cum.
However, it was the way she squirmed afterwards that told me everything I needed to know.
She had been drenched, and I would be the one to relieve her of the ache between her thighs.
Although I told myself, I wouldn’t fuck her while she slept, I craved her expression of pure outrage when she realized I’d been balls deep inside of her, wringing out her pleasure. I was hungry for her ire.
“—nd Torin?”
My attention snapped back to Owen. “Sorry, what?”
The Sionnach Chief’s eyes shifted to Molly, then back to me, and a smile lifted his lips. “She’s got you twisted up.”
“She’s a good fuck,” I said, dismissing his curiosity.
“Must be fantastic,” the other man muttered, taking a sip from his glass, his dark blue eyes still on her. “Would you be willing to let me have her for the night? I like them skinny and fragile.”
Like the beast it was, my anger roared to life at the thought of sharing Jynx.
I couldn’t reveal how much of a big fuck no that idea was, besides, Jynx wasn’t fragile—not by a long shot.
“I don’t share,” I told him. “She’s warming my bed for now, but when I get tired of her, I’ll send her your way. ”
I didn’t like the glint in his eye. Owen O’Mahony wasn’t like his da—honorable. I knew of a few backdoor deals he’d made that were less in line with his da’s vision for the clan. I didn’t want Jynx on his radar.
Bringing my glass up, I tipped what was left of the whiskey into my mouth and placed the tumbler back onto the tray.
Gael had staff that worked here to tidy up after us.
The way he ran his clan was night and day compared to ours, but I guess that’s what happened when a cultured and educated man from old money took over a clan.
He tidied it up. Compared to the Sionnach Clan, the Mac Tíre were fucking savages, and it was exactly the way I liked it.
“We should go. Molly’s mam invited us for dinner.”
Owen dragged his gaze away from Molly’s legs and shot me a questioning look. “I thought she was just some pussy.”
I gritted my teeth. “We told her mam we were engaged. Needed to make it apparent that I was with Molly, so whoever was gunning for her would know they’d have to come through me first.”
“Why do you call her Jynx?”
I glanced at my little hellion, and she glared back at me. To Owen, I replied, “When will you send the Dogs over to her mam’s house?”
“You’ll have them before dark.”
I nodded, shaking his hand before turning to Gael’s. “I appreciate you doing this for us.”
“A favor for a favor, Keir. You know how it works.”
Yes. Yes, I fucking knew how it worked.
“Are you ready to go, Jynx?”
She turned from where she stood, her expression still pissed off. “I was ready an hour ago.”
“She’s got spirit, Keir. Sure you can handle her?” Owen asked with a cocky smirk.
“She’s fine. Just upset I didn’t get her off before you two came in.”
Gael laughed and slapped me on the shoulder. “Good luck.”
“Thanks,” I replied, and placed my hand on the small of Jynx’s back. She tried to move from my touch, so I circled my arm around her tiny waist.
We approached the door, and the same Caddie handed me back my weapons without a word, then opened the exit.
Molly stepped outside first, and she audibly exhaled.
I knew the feeling. Despite being Chief of the Mac Tíre Clan, I always found myself uncomfortable after being in the presence of Gael and his son.
When we were back in the car and pulling out of the gate, I glanced over at Jynx.
“Why are you still pretending we’re a couple?” she hissed under her breath.
“Because Owen asked me if he could fuck you.”
She turned her head slightly, mouth parted. Did she want him to touch her? And why did the very idea make me want to commit murder?
“What did you tell him?” she asked in a whisper, a tremor in her tone. Had she sensed something off with Owen as well?
“I told him I didn’t share, but I’d be sure to send you his way after I was done.” She turned quiet, almost resigned. Did she actually think I’d do that? “I was joking, Jynx. I wouldn’t send you to that bastard.” Silence settled over the car for a while, making me uncomfortable. “Are you okay?”
“Fine.”
I smirked. “Still pissed off about missing out on an orgasm. I’ll give you one later.”
“I don’t need you to give me an orgasm,” she seethed.
That made me laugh. “Aye, but you want one, don’t you?”
She made a derisive sound in the back of her throat and narrowed her eyes. “I don’t want anything from you other than your help to keep my sister safe.”
Taking my eyes off the road for a moment, I looked at her. “Shit like that will cost you, Jynx. You think I’m doing this for free?”
Her mouth popped open, snapped closed, then dropped open again.
“I love it when you fight me, baby, but I will still take what you owe me out on your body.”
A thrill shot through me when I saw her shiver at my words, yet she refused to acknowledge that she wanted me, rather desperately, if the way she pressed her thighs together was any indication.
She simply turned her head and looked out the window, ignoring my presence until we arrived at her mother’s house. Molly opened the door before the car had even come to a complete stop, jumping out and speed-walking to the front porch.
I called out, “You know how much I love the chase, Jynx, but I doubt anyone would appreciate it if I hunted you down out here and fucked you where I caught you.”
She spun to face me; her face flushed as her chest heaved with her angered breaths. “Why do you keep saying things like that?”
“Because you make me a fucking savage.” I stepped up to her, crowding her against the front door.
Just beyond the wood was her family, and I didn’t give a fuck.
That was how crazy she made me with all this push and pull.
This tension was making my dick hard and my head foggy.
All because of this frustrating, insufferable woman in front of me, who I should hate for her actions.
Wrapping my hand around her jaw, I held her still as I swooped in and claimed her mouth in a kiss and flexed my hips against hers.
Everything about Jynx was all-consuming.
Every-fucking-thing. I couldn’t keep my hands off her.
Her small fingers tangled in the bottom of my shirt and dragged me closer, as she arched her back to drive into my hard cock, grinding herself against me.
Releasing her face, I grabbed her upper thigh and pulled her hard against me.
The gasp that left her throat made my blood hum in anticipation.
I kissed my way down her neck. Nipping. Sucking. Marking her. Claiming her.
“Keir,” she gasped. “Keir, wait…”
I reared back, understanding the word no when it came to a woman. I stared at the siren in front of me, her cheeks flushed and lips bee-stung from my ravaging mouth. She looked completely undone.
“My mam,” she said.
I blinked, then released her. “You’re right, Jynx. Now isn’t the time.”
She glanced down, then back up at me from under her lashes. With a quick shake of her head, she turned around and knocked on the door. I crowded her again, anchoring my hands to her waist, needing to feel her under my fingertips.
The door opened a moment later, Nora standing on the other side now dressed in jeans and a low-cut white top. Her dark hair was piled on top of her head in a messy knot, her face free of make-up. She looked younger this way—more like Molly.
“Cait, I’m so glad you’re back. Orla just got home.”
“She’s here?” Molly replied, happiness clear in her voice, then without waiting, she rushed inside. Following Molly’s voice, I found her already in the jungle-themed living room, her arms wrapped around a girl.
Orla had the same dark hair as her mother and sister, and the same build too. The only thing different was the color of her eyes. They were a vivid shade of chartreuse. Orla startled when she saw me step into the room, making Molly pull back and glare at me.
“Cait, who’s this?” Orla asked, her voice soft and melodic. She was so different from her sister, but what little I knew about them both, I could only blame it on all the shit Molly had gone through.
Molly made a face. “Orla, this is my … fiancé.”
Her sister’s eyes went wide. “You’re engaged?”
I strode forward, engulfing Orla’s hand in mine and bringing the back of it to my lips. Now was the time to put my good boy persona to use. “It’s a pleasure to meet you, Orla.”
Orla’s yellow-green eyes flicked from my face to her sister’s. “Is he always this charming?”
Molly snorted, then smiled sweetly at my glare. “He has his moments.”
After releasing Orla’s hand, I slid my arm around Molly’s waist and kissed her deeply.
Her fingers came to rest on my chest, where they flexed in the fabric of my shirt.
I released her and brought her to sit in my lap on the couch.
She tried to get away, but I only held her closer, letting her feel what she did to me.
Orla sat on the nearest chair, smiling at us. “I’m glad to see you’re happy, Cait,” she whispered.
“I’ve never not…” Molly started, then paused, clearly unable to finish her thought.
“Tell me about Caitria before I met her,” I prompted, just as Nora came through the doorway with another tray of tea and a plate of biscuits. It was so fucking domesticated and far from how I’d grown up that it was slightly jarring.