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“I want Molly.”
He scoffed and shook his head. “Not a fucking chance in hell. And if you want a prayer of keeping a bullet out of your skull, she’ll be leaving with me. Forget Blade,” he ground out, clearly in pain but willing to leave anyway. “Molly, get on my bike.”
I quickly maneuvered Molly behind me and took a threatening step forward. “She doesn’t ride on anyone’s bike but mine,” I growled.
Cash scowled and snarled, “She’s a Silver Saint princess, asshole. Molly, get on my fucking bike.”
In a flash, I was in front of Cash with my hand around his throat. Normally, we would be pretty evenly matched, but not only was he injured, fury at the threat to my woman pumped heavy and hot through my veins. “She’s an Iron Rogue old lady, motherfucker. She’smine.”
Cash’s free hand wrapped around my wrist, gripping it hard enough that I knew it would break if that was really his intention. Since I was aware of his restraint, I loosened my grip on his neck so he could speak. “I don’t see a—”
“Property patch?” We both turned at the sound of Fox’s voice. He stood beside Molly, who was slipping a black leather vest over her shoulders. Fox stood slightly in front of my woman and crossed his arms over his chest, his legs in a wide stance. “Look again.”
Whiskey had moved to stand on Molly’s other side, and he said something to her that only they could hear.
Her hair was already up on her head, so nothing was obscuring the back of her vest when she turned around.
Despite the situation, seeing “Property of Maverick” branding her caused my dick to harden. I wanted nothing more than to fuck her in that cut.Onlythe cut.
“Fucking hell,” Cash grunted.
I released him and took several steps back. He was no longer a threat. I’d claimed Molly, and he had to respect that as long as she’d been willing. Since she’d put up no argument and was beaming at me when she turned around, there was nothing he could do.
Mac was a different situation altogether. I doubted he would give a fuck about my claim when it came to his daughter, and honestly…I respected him for it. I couldn't pretend that I would be any better with my daughters. Still, he’d have to come to terms with it eventually because the only way someone could take her away from me was if I was dead.
“Let me fix him up before you kick his ass, Maverick,” Blade said with a sigh as he ambled over to us.
“Not gonna fight with you, Cash,” I told the Silver Saint in a voice low enough that Molly wouldn’t overhear. “And I’m not gonna stop you from telling Mac about us. But don’t ever bring up taking her away from me again, or you’ll be having a real close encounter with the end of my Glock.”
Cash shook his head and let Blade lift his arm and drape it around his neck. “I think you’re delusional about who will end up six feet under in this situation, Maverick.”
I shrugged and watched them until they disappeared inside the clubhouse. Blade had a medical clinic set up in a building directly behind it.
Once they were gone, my eyes found my woman, and I pursued her from head to toe, then back up again. I needed to fuck her. Licking my lips in anticipation, I prowled over, letting her see the dark hunger gnawing at me.
“How do I look?” she asked, her tone a little sassy, turning me on even more.
“Like you’re mine,” I grunted.
10
MOLLY
Iknew there would be repercussions to Cash seeing me at the Iron Rogues clubhouse with Maverick, but I didn’t want to think about my dad’s reaction to my relationship right now. Or my secret admirer.
Instead, I wanted to celebrate the fact that I’d just become Maverick’s old lady. And there was no better way to do that than by ourselves in our room.
Which he must’ve thought too because he tossed me over his shoulder yet again and carried me straight there. Then his lips were on mine, devouring me. I wanted nothing more than to feel them everywhere.
I leaned back, starting to slip off my property vest, but he stopped his kisses, his eyes blazing as he hovered over me. “Keep that on, princess.”
“You want me to keep my clothes on?” I balked, staring up at him through my lashes.
He grinned, tracing the lines of my cheek with his calloused fingers. “Not all of them. Just the vest. I want to see you wearing nothing but my property patch while you take my cock.”
Fisting the front of my shirt, he pulled me closer to him, the thin lines of material ripping under his fingers as he pried away the fabric. Then he made quick work of my bra, and his smile broadened as he bent over, sucking my pierced nipple into his mouth.
I bucked forward, eager to feel more of him. My fingers tunneled through his thick auburn hair as I pressed my chest closer to his mouth and hissed, “Yes.”
