Page 4 of Iron Rogues: Vol 1
With sure strides, I closed the distance between us and grunted, “I warned you, I’d catch you, baby.”
“Molly?” Dahlia’s tone was hesitant as she looked between us. “Is everything okay? Should I call Dad?”
Molly’s head whipped toward her sister, and she groaned. “For the love of all that is holy, do not call Dad. Good grief, Dahls, I can handle my own shit.”
Her sister didn’t say anything else, but she continued to watch us closely.
“Do you know what you want?” Molly queried, watching me curiously.
“I know exactly what I fucking want, princess.”
She double blinked, then inhaled sharply. “Okay, let’s go to my station, and you can show me?—”
“Wait,” Dahlia interrupted again, making me want to put duct tape over her mouth. “You’re done for the day after…”
“Maverick,” Molly supplied when her sister paused.
“Right. Anyway, do you think you might want to stick around and do Dale’s tat?”
I repressed a sigh, getting really fucking impatient with sharing my woman’s attention, but I didn’t want to come on any stronger than I already was, so I swallowed my irritation.
“Sure. You’re still doing the same design?” Molly asked Dale.
He nodded, then grabbed the hem of his shirt and raised it, revealing far too much of a ripped stomach since his jeans were hanging around his hips. “We decided to put it here,” he said, pointing at a spot that was so low on the right side, it couldn’t have been but mere centimeters from the guy’s junk.
The weeks of frustration at not seeing her, then all this bullshit at the shop, and now this guy wanting my woman to basically ink his dick took me to the end of my rope.
“Not a fucking chance in hell,” I growled. “No fucking way am I letting you anywhere near my woman.”
Molly gasped and swung around to face me, putting her hands on her hips, looking unbelievably fuckable. “You can’t just?—”
Fuck it. I was so done with this bullshit. Before anyone realized what was happening, I bent over and put my shoulder in her stomach as I wrapped an arm around her legs.
“What are you doing?” Molly shrieked, wiggling frantically.
“NOW should I call Dad?” Dahlia yelled.
I slapped Molly’s ass and muttered, “Calm down before you hurt yourself.”
“No!” I wasn’t sure if she was talking to me or Dahlia, and I didn’t give a shit. I was already headed for the door.
“I’ll deal with this,” she snapped. “Cover for me for a few days.”
I grinned since no one could see my face.
“Fine. But you better call me every freaking day to let me know you’re alive!”
I stomped out to my bike and set Molly on the back of it, caging her between my spread thighs while I dug a helmet and my leather jacket out of my saddle bag for her. Once I put them both on her, I gave her a stern look. “Stay.”
Molly opened her mouth, most likely to say something sassy that would only make me want to fuck her even more. So I captured her lips to shut her up. But I had to rip my mouth away almost immediately or the only place we’d be going was to the nearest hotel. And I didn’t want that to give Molly the wrong impression of what was happening right now.
This wasn’t a fling, a one-night stand, or any kind of temporary relationship.
I was staking my claim.
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