Page 21 of The Chief
“We were in the back of the Rover.”
“Again,” he replied, taking another deep pull of the cigarette. “You were still naked.”
And he hadn’t been. He’d only unzipped his pants to fuck me. I shook my head. “It’s unfair.”
“What is?”
“This is the second time you’ve seen me naked, but I’ve never seen you.”
He smirked. “If you wanted to see me naked, all you had to do was say the word, baby.”
“What? No!” I turned back around, releasing the arm across my chest to pump out some of the body wash that had been left on a shelf. Lathering my hands, I cleaned myself of the sweat and blood that had caked my skin.
“Don’t forget to wash your pussy,” he said. His words made me stiffen, and I looked at him over my shoulder, trembling at the heated look in his eyes. The cigarette was finally gone from his mouth, but his lips were firm as he stared at my body.
Turning around to face him, I boldly let him watch as I pumped some more body wash into my palm and slicked it between my legs. I washed myself while he watched, his heavily lidded eyes drooping further, and I could feel the scorch on my skin everywhere he looked. Backing up a step, I positioned myself under the water again, rinsing away the suds.
With a cocky smirk in his direction, I turned around and shut off the water.
Then he was on me. Fully clothed, he pressed my body hard against the cold tiles. The contrast on my heated skin felt like heaven, even though I was in hell. His erection pressed against my ass, grinding into me, making my legs weak. I didn’t want to enjoy him touching me like this. He was my captor, after all, but my stupid body was desperate to feel his hands on me again.
His breathing was harsh against the shell of my ear—heated like my blood. “Jynx,” Keir said, his voice strained, but it didn’t hold a hint of anger. He sounded desperate.
The door to the locker room suddenly opened, and the sound of a couple of women talking broke the silence. Their voices seemed to unlock Keir’s body, and he backed away. The front of his clothes were soaked from where he’d pushed against me, and the bulge in his pants betrayed how turned on he felt.
“We’re done here,” he growled, his expression now shuttered.
I banded an arm around my breasts while covering my pussy. Keir shot me a derisive look and threw me a towel. I wrapped it around myself quickly, securing the top under my arm, then squeezed the water from my hair.
I looked at my discarded bloody clothes. “Can I get something to wear that’s not covered in blood and brains?”
With a scowl, he stalked into the main locker room, speaking quietly with whoever had come in. He returned a moment later, holding a black lace slip that showed more than it hid. He expected me to walk through the club wearing that?
“You’re kidding, right?”
He arched a brow in warning. “Not kidding, Jynx. Now put it on.”
“No.” I threw it back in his face, a thrill of victory pulsing through me.
He hadn’t seen my defiance coming and hadn’t caught it in time. With a growl I felt right down low in my stomach, he bunched the fabric in his fist and snarled, “You don’t want to wear it? Fine. You can go fucking naked.”
Chapter 8
Keir
At any other time, I would’ve regretted those words the instant I said them.
Except now Molly stood gloriously naked in front of me, and even though I’d been channeling thoughts about our clan’s Pull having sex to distract myself, my dick still had other plans. Shit, I had wanted to take her against the wall of the shower, despite her having been violently assaulted a couple of hours ago.
She blinked, as if she was trying to process my words. “What do you mean, I can go naked? I can’t go out into the club naked.”
I threw the piece of black lace that Megs—aka Vixen—had lent me back toward Molly’s face. She caught it before it could hit her, unfortunately. “Then put this the fuck on and stop arguing.”
With a sullen look, she pulled it over her head.
The minute her breasts and pussy were covered, I could breathe again. Everything she’d said before had been true. I didn’t get a solid look at her when I had her in the Rover. I had been too busy trying to erase Fallon to focus on her then, but Molly was a stunning woman. She was model-thin with small breasts that were more than enough for me. The bones of her ribs were visible as were her hipbones, and I didn’t like that,but it had been her bare cunt that had me forgetting I shouldn’t touch her again.
Now she wore that scrap of silky black fabric and glared at me like she wanted to drive her dagger through my heart. She sauntered past me barefoot, with her skin still dewy from the shower. At least she’d washed that cocksucker from her body. Knowing she was sitting in his filth was making me twitch.
