Page 18 of A Temptation Too Great

“Really?” I lean back and smirk at him.

“Fine, fuck it.” His strange accent comes out as he does some things on the phone.

He hands it back to me, and I change the alarm for her birth control to morning, hoping it will cause her medication to not be as reliable. He then gets his laptop and mirrors her phone to mine. Now I’ll know when she changes it, and I can change it back.

While I’m in her phone, I dig around and find some files. I duplicate them and send them to Lex to go through. Next, I check her texts. There are several threatening messages from her brother, and plenty from her father that aren’t much better. But it’s her response to her father that makes my blood run cold. He begs her to come home, and she replies that as long as her brother is living there, she’ll never step foot in that house again. I can’t help but wonder what I’m missing. Before I can dig deeper, I glance up and see Shane making his way to his bride. My time is up.

I walk out and place her mobile back on the table, then move across the lawn to get my girl and take her home.

“I’m going to stay with the girls tonight,” she says when I reach her.

“Come on.” I wrap an arm around her waist and pull her into me. I lean down and nibble her neck, and she moans before directing me back to the table to get her mobile. I know she’s going to try to run. I have to keep a close eye on her so she doesn’t. I’ll do whatever it takes to not lose her again.

Once we’re home, I reach for her waist and unhook her dress. It falls open, and my breath catches at the sight of her perfect little knockers pressed against her brassiere. Gripping the edge of the cups, I pull them down, placing her breasts on a pedestal of lace. I lift her up and press her back into the wall. My lips wrap around the perfect little berry and suck it into my mouth. I moan as her scent surrounds me, making me dizzy with desire. She arches her back to press more of her breast into my mouth.

“Brody,” she begs.

I throw her over my shoulder and make my way up to our room. As soon as her back hits the bed, I shuck off my suit, and she removes her dress the rest of the way. When I slide home into her tight little cunt, everything narrows down to just her and me. I’m not thinking about the repercussions of changing her birth control alarm. I’m not thinking about her family or mine. It’s just us.

She looks up at me with those light hazel eyes rimmed by a darker ring. They mesmerize me, and for a moment, we just stare at each other, moving in perfect rhythm. She’s the first to break the gaze, her lids drifting shut as she throws her head back. She moans long and loud as I continue the long, tortuous, slow thrusts. Over and over, I take her to the edge. When I can’t hold back any longer, I change the pace. I move harder, deeper, faster until she screams and I follow with a groan.

I hold her, my head resting on her pillow, her breath panting in my ear. I’m reminded of something my mam said before she died. There was one perfect moment when she fell for my father. It was when he held her as if she was the most precious thing in the world to him. More important than the Knights. More important than business. This is that moment for me. I’d walk away from it all. I lift my head, and her eyes flutter open.

“I’ll give it all up for you. I’ll walk away. No questions asked, no promises made. You are all I want forevermore,” I say, my voice low.

Her eyes instantly glisten, but then my phone rings. I ignore it, needing to hear what she’ll say. She blinks slowly, and I watch the openness fade. She’s closing me off.

“Get your phone, Brody.”

“No.” I slide my palms against her cheeks and hold her steady as I meet her gaze. “Tell me.”

She closes her eyes again. “I can’t.”

My mobile stops ringing, then starts up again. I roll over and snatch it from the pocket of my pants on the floor.

“Yeah,” I answer, knowing this call is going to change everything.

“The serial killer came after one of the girls. She’s been slashed up in her apartment.”

It’s worse than I imagined. “Who, Carson?”

“Caddy,” he says, his voice rough. She’s one of the younger girls who hangs around the club.

“Has anyone told Mick his girl is gone?”

“He found her.”

“I’m on my way.”

I stand and head to the bathroom. When I return a few minutes later, Moira is lying on the bed in my dress shirt, the one I just took off to shag her.

“We’ll discuss this when I get back. There’s a situation at the clubhouse. I’ll be back as soon as I can. Don’t leave this bed.” I lean down and pull her up to me, crushing my lips to hers, trying to convey everything I can’t say.

“Okay.” She won’t meet my eyes, and I know she’s going to run the moment I’m out the door.

“I’m serious, spitfire. A woman associated with the club was just killed. I don’t want you out there. This guy is bad.”

“Oh, feck. Want me to come with you?” She tries to shift away from me.

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