Page 19 of Our Little Dove

He leans down and kisses me. The combination of friction and the intimacy of the kiss pushes me over the edge.

“Fuck, I’m coming,” I gasp, my hands digging into his shoulders. “Come for me, Beautiful,” he growls, his own release close at hand.

As my orgasm washes over me, I can feel him stiffen before he thrusts one final time, pulling himself out as he paints my thighs with cum.

I make my way to my room in a towel after having some fun in the shower after our amazing fuck earlier while Joel finishes up in the shower. Spotting my phone on the nightstand I remember that I wanted to call Alex at the club, so I do just that.

Now is the perfect time to tell her about the amazing night while Joel can’t hear me. Probably a good thing she didn’t answer a few hours ago since I was quite drunk.

Dialing her number, I hold the phone to my ear, waiting for the ring as my heart starts pounding in anticipation. My excitement snuffed out in an instant as I’m greeted by the disembodied voice of her voicemail. Again.

What the fuck? Did she forget to charge her phone? It’s been hours.

With a heavy heart, I hang up the phone, my gut churning with unease as I stare at the lit screen. It is almost three thirty in the morning. As I sit on my bed, staring at the wall, I can’t shake the feeling that something isverywrong.

What if she… what if she’s in trouble? What if she’s hurt, or… or… something worse? I can’t sit here and think like this. I need to know where she is.

I snap out of my daze when I hear Joel turn the water off in the bathroom and swipe the screen until I see the familiar yellow icon. Opening theFind My Friendsapp, I see her location waslast recorded at the supermarket closer to her place and her “last online” was just moments after I texted her before the date.

My body stiffens and I can hear my blood pumping in my ear as I stare at her pin on the map, my mind racing a thousand miles an hour when Joel steps into the room, startling me. “What’s wrong?” he asks, walking toward me, clearly noticing the panic rising from within me.

I stare at him for long seconds, contemplating if I should tell him or not. “I- Um… I don’t want to ruin our night…” I say, my voice is shaking despite efforts to stay calm. “Molly, what is it?” He asks with a new-found firmness in his tone.

“I’ve been trying to get hold of Alex for a while…” I admit, unable to keep the knowing feeling in my gut at bay. “And?” he demands. He glares at me as he waits for me to continue, his jaw ticking with anticipation.

“Her phone’s dead and I can’t track her. I have a bad feeling. I’m so sorry I didn’t say anything earlier, I thought she may have forgotten to charge her phone or something but it’s not like her to be offline for so long… Mind if we go to her place? I need to know she’s okay.”

“Fuck Molly! You should have said something. Get dressed,” he growls, the seriousness in his voice sending chills down my spine as I watch him get dressed in haste. “Why the fuck are you still sitting there? Put your fucking clothes on. Now,” he barks, snapping me out of my shocked state once again and I hurry to find clothes.

Once we make it inside his car, I have a full-blown meltdown and spill my guts to him. I tell him everything. The deal we made during our last girl’s night. The date with him. The arranged kidnapping for her. Everything.

His jaw ticks as his knuckles turn white around the steering wheel while we drive but he says nothing at first. As soon as we make it outside the city, he asks, “Did you do it?”

I look at him from the passenger seat, surprised to hear him speak since he was completely silent during my confession.

“Do what?”

He flashes me a heated look, “Did you arrange the idiotic fake kidnapping thing?”

I bite down on the inside of my bottom lip and answer, “No. Not really… I asked about their availability for next weekend. I just sent the company an email, I swear. They haven’t responded.” My voice sounding as apologetic as I feel.

“Good. You arenotgoing to do that. I don’t give a shit what you two promised each other. Swear to me,” he demands, and I nod my agreement as he continues, “She better be alright.”

Saturday, 3:38 AM

Kieran’s mask covers his entire face again as he moves off the bed and faces me. He unzips his hoodie slowly, the zipper catching on every single tooth. The sound bounces around us, and with every metallictick, my heart beats harder against my ribcage.

Shit… is this it?

I am disappointed that I cannot see his face, I scan the room, hoping to catch a glimpse of Fintan’s.

Fuck, his face is also fully covered now… I want to see them.

My attention is back on Kieran when he drops his hoodie on the floor beside me. I let my eyes roam over his marked skin, studying the tattoos that decorate his body, wrapping their way around his arms and up his neck.

My head is still swimming like it has been since I woke up in their basement, but I have never witnessed anything quite so mesmerizing. My chest rises and falls rapidly as I gaze up at him, watching his eyes roam over my body with an intensity that makes me shiver.

His gaze settles on my pussy as he moves closer again and the glow from the lamp illuminates his eyes—a hungry expression blazes in his dark emerald pools.

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