Page 93 of The Chief
Orla glanced up from what she was doing, smiling widely at her sister. “We’re making pancakes,” she said, beaming.
“It’s been a while,” Molly replied. “Sure you remember how?”
Movement from my periphery caught my attention, and I turned to find Orin leaning against the wall near the butler’s pantry, his gaze fixed on Fallon as she washed and dried her hands.
“Ready for me to patch you up?” Fallon asked, spinning around and tucking a loose tendril of hair behind her ear.
Moving toward the stool under the countertop, I gestured for Molly to come and sit between my spread thighs.
“But I’ll get in the way,” she protested, though I wasn’t having any of it.
I met Orin’s gaze from across the room, and for the first time, I got it. I understood the primal possessiveness that somehow both sharpened and softened the Reaper’s edges. Fallon accepted him and all his faults, and I knew Molly would be the same for me. We weren’t ready to buy matching monogrammedtowels or anything, but I knew she was the woman I wanted. As Finnan had said, she was a better fit for me. After all, couples that slay together stay together.
Fallon worked with a quiet efficiency, taking pointers from Molly since my woman had a few more years of study under her belt. Pride warmed my chest, knowing she would fit in here. My girl would hold her own among the clan members. When I let out a hiss of pain from a particularly deep gash, Molly tried to get up, but I refused to let her go. Instead, I peppered kisses across the side of her neck, and I felt her melt against me.
To keep my mind off the pain, I kept whispering all the dirty things I wanted to do into her ear. She grew still against me when she felt my hard dick pressing against the small of her back, then she shifted ever so slightly into it, grinding subtly.
Turning her head slightly, she asked incredulously, “Really? Now, in front of everyone?”
“You drive me crazy.”
She huffed out a laugh but said nothing more.
Fallon wrapped both my hands the same way she had Molly’s. “If you need anything,” she said.
“I can ask Molly,” I finished, feeling Orin’s death glare burning into the side of my face.
Fallon bobbed her head. “Your body needs to heal, so rest is key. Molly, I don’t have to tell you that.”
I felt Molly stiffen against me a split second before Orla asked, “Who’s Molly?” Her chartreuse eyes darted between Fallon and her sister. “Cait?”
Molly cleared her throat and stepped toward her sister. “When I ran, I had to change my name,” she explained. “They know me as Molly.”
“Will you change it back?”
She shook her head. “Molly was what my da wanted to call me. Mum vetoed it and called me Caitria instead. I’ve been Molly for almost a decade now.”
Orla seemed to think about it for a moment. “Can I still call you Cait?”
“Of course you can.”
Orla smiled and went back to slicing, and I tugged on Molly’s arm. We returned upstairs. When we got to my room, we entered, and then I kicked the door shut.
“I need to get cleaned up,” she said. “Do you have something I can wear?”
I pulled out one of my shirts from the dresser and handed it to her on the way to the bathroom. At the last moment, she turned and beckoned me toward her.
“What do you need, Jynx?” I asked, moving toward her and staring at her mouth. I knew what I wanted. “Come join me. I’ll help you too, since you can’t do it yourself.”
Once inside the bathroom, she stripped me of my clothes, her fingers gentle and slow. I couldn’t take my eyes off her. She was the most intensely beautiful woman I’d ever let get close and who hadn’t run off at the first chance. Well, sort of. She was the master of running, but there was no way I’d be letting her get away from me again.
Hooking my finger under her chin, I drew her face to mine. “There’s something you’re not telling me.”
“It’s about my mother.”
“Has she tried to make contact?”
She shook her head. “Owen said my mother was the one who made the deal with him. She wanted me home, and Owen was obsessed with me. Together, they came up with a plan to make it happen.”
