Page 21 of Possessing Paisley

“You know what I mean. I’m there temporarily. Do you have a key or not?”

“Why would I have a key? I don’t go over there unless one of them is home.”

My skin prickles. “What if you needed to get in while they’re gone? What if there was an emergency? Aren’t you Bash’s best friend? And Chloe’s brother.”

He scoffs. “If there was an emergency and I needed to get in, I’d kick the fucking door open.”

Of course he would. Because that’s what civilized mafia men do.

“Shit. They went to bed like two hours ago. Chloe texted me to say goodnight. I hate to call and wake them up.”

His jaw flexes, and he glances at me, then lets out an annoyed sigh. “You can stay at my place.”

Um, hell no. I’ve been in close proximity to Kieran all night, and it’s disturbing how much I’ve enjoyed myself. Sleeping under the man’s roof is definitely a bad idea. Besides, I don’t have my vibrator with me, and I’d like to use it before I go to sleep.

“It’s fine. I’ll just call Chloe.”

“Paisley, quit being a brat,” he says quietly. “There’s no reason to call and wake them up. I live right next door, and I have a guest room.”

He’s right, and I don’t like it. Why do I have to be so stubborn? And why do I feel the need to poke at him so much? Well, I know why. It’s because he scolds me, and for some strange and fucked-up reason, that turns me on. When he threatened to spank me earlier, my knees nearly buckled. How can I be so attracted to a man I hate?

Because you don’t actually hate him, dummy.

“Thank you.”

The only response he gives me is a grunt, and we drive the rest of the way back to the estate in silence.

“Here’s something to sleep in. There are spare toothbrushes in the top drawer in the bathroom.” Kieran holds out a black shirt for me, his expression a scowl again. It must be past his bedtime.

“Thanks. Sorry to invade your space. I’ll leave first thing in the morning.”

He stares at me, his eyes blank, and it’s times like this I wish I were a mind reader.

“You’re welcome, Paisley. Goodnight.”

And then he turns and strides down to the end of the hall into his bedroom, shutting the door forcefully behind him.

I stare down the hall for several seconds before I tiptoe back into the guest room.

I don’t know how it can be called that because it’s enormous, but then again, my bedroom at Chloe’s house is just as big. Ifeel more than a little spoiled living with Chloe and Bash. I’m sure the last thing Bash wanted was for his wife’s best friend to move in with them, but he’s been pretty amazing to me and made me feel completely welcome. He always makes enough dinner for all three of us, and whenever he’s ordering groceries, he asks what I want to be stocked in the house. He even had my bedroom painted a soft gray color for me before I moved in as a surprise. He’s made me feel like family. All of these Irishmen have, actually. Even Kieran in his grumpy way. Like making me a plate of dinner, even if he did act disgruntled about it. Huh. Maybe the big lug doesn’t hate me as much as he lets on.

Letting out a sigh, I take the shirt he offered me into the bathroom and spend the next twenty minutes scrubbing my face, brushing my teeth, and stripping out of my dress. I’m relieved that I can finally move normally.

What a night. I didn’t want to be at that party, yet it turned out to actually be fun. Especially seeing the look on Jeremy’s face when I introduced Kieran. I really do need to get him a thank-you basket or something for saving my tail. I would have probably left in tears if it weren’t for Kieran being there to act as my boyfriend.

As I pull on the soft black T-shirt that lands mid-thigh, I swear I catch a whiff of Kieran’s cologne. The same ocean and citrus scent that’s had me squirming all night because, damn, the guy smells good.

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KIERAN

Water pounds on my back, scorching my inked skin as I rest one hand on the tiled wall. The other is wrapped around my cock, stroking slowly while I think about the brat in the next room. What I would give to spank her ass just once. It would be long and hard until she was a sobbing mess over my lap, promising never to be sassy to me again. Of course, that would be a big fat lie because, let’s face it, Paisley can’t resist poking me.

I pump my cock while that fantasy rolls through my mind. She might hate me, but in my dreams, she loves my dick. And I already know her pussy would be like cocaine. Addictive.

The night started off rough between us, but when she approached me and asked me to pretend to be her man, I couldn’t say no. Then, she snuggled her thick body up to me. I kept catching a whiff of her perfume, and I’ve been rock-hard ever since. She doesn’t know how beautiful she is. I could see the insecurity flashing in her eyes whenever her ex and his bitch of a girlfriend were around.

I’m not the type of man to ever hurt a woman, but when Mercedes commented that Paisley looked like Morticia, Inearly made an exception. The only reason I restrained myself was because, while Mercedes meant it as an insult, it was a huge compliment. Morticia Adams is fucking gorgeous. Dark, mysterious, beautiful beyond measure. Paisley is all of that and more. I don’t think she took it as a compliment, though.

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