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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.
2
MOLLY
I’d ridden on the back of my dad’s bike plenty of times, but being behind Maverick was a totally different experience. A big part of the reason I stayed put for the two-hour ride to the Iron Rogues compound was because of how much I enjoyed the feel of his big body between my legs. As he pulled through the gates, I realized that I must’ve been more like my mom than I thought because I’d just assisted in my own kidnapping. And pulled my sister into the situation since I’d asked her to cover for me.
When Maverick killed the engine, I yanked the helmet off my head and handed it to him. Then I slid off his bike and shrugged off his jacket, tossing it at him as well. Glaring, I planted my fists on my hips. “You could’ve warned me that we were going all the way to Old Bridge.”
“Where else was I going to take you, princess?” He toed down the kickstand and climbed off his motorcycle. “I wouldn’t have anyone to take my back if we’d gone elsewhere.” He stowed the helmet and jacket in his saddlebags, then faced me.
