Total pages in book: 29
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 26602 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 133(@200wpm)___ 106(@250wpm)___ 89(@300wpm)
“Why don’t I just show you my portfolio?” She held out her arm and flipped it up to show off an intricately colored butterfly on her forearm. Then she bent over and shoved up her pant leg to reveal another design that was more incredible than the first. After that, she grabbed the hem of her shirt and started to raise it.
Before she could show more than a glimpse of her skin, I growled and put my arms around her from behind, yanking the sides of my vest closed. “That’s enough proof,” I muttered. “Molly is incredible, and you’d be lucky as fuck to have her working here.”
Whiskey rolled his eyes and motioned for us to follow, then turned and headed back into the shop, stopping when he reached the first empty station. “I agree that you’re very talented,” he grumbled to Molly as he crossed his large arms over his broad chest.
My lips tipped up again when Molly didn’t even glance at him before prowling around the small area and inspecting everything.
He watched her with a critical eye, observing how she handled the equipment and gauging her familiarity with it. “We have a new client in ten minutes. You can do his ink. Show me what you’ve got.”
I frowned at my brother, my eyes arrowed in warning. “No.”
Molly whirled around and glared at me. “What do you mean, no? We agreed—”
“I agreed to let you work here,” I stated firmly.
Whiskey grunted. “Relax, Mav. The tat is on his fucking shoulder.”
It was on the tip of my tongue to argue, but Molly’s stance deflated a little, and I knew I’d have to give in. As much as I hated her being so close to other men—especially when they weren’t someone I knew I could trust—I wanted her to be happy. “Fine,” I gritted through clenched teeth. Her beaming smile made it worth it, but I still had conditions. “I’m not going to pretend the thought of you being so close to other men doesn’t make me want to fucking kill someone, but as long as no clothes need to be removed, I’ll keep my finger off my trigger.”
Molly cocked her head to the side and studied me for a moment, and then she sighed. “Deal.”
I reached out and captured her wrist, tugging her into my body, then put one hand on her hip and the other cradling the back of her head. “If I see one asshole trying to touch what’s mine…” I growled.
“I’ll break their wrist,” she informed me haughtily.
Laughter burst from my chest before I sealed my mouth over hers. Fuck, I loved this woman. Feisty and sweet all rolled into one.
My tongue slipped into her mouth, and the hand on her hip slid down to her ass. Molly moaned and melted into my arms, giving as good as she got. I deepened the kiss, determined to make sure she wouldn’t forget who the fuck she belonged to while I was out doing shit.
I was seconds away from dragging her to the nearest room with a door when the clearing of a throat broke through our passionate haze.
“Take it back to your room, Mav,” Whiskey grunted. “Actually, let her breathe and move your ass because her client will be here any minute.”
Reluctantly, I eased off the kiss, giving Molly a cocky smile when she clung to me as if she needed help staying upright. I fucking loved that she was so responsive and as affected by me as I was by her.
After a minute, she inhaled deeply and took a step back. Looking up at me, she shook her head. “Stop looking so smug.”
Before I could reply, the door opened, and Fox stomped in, calling my name. He jerked his head toward the office, and I nodded. “Hold tight, princess,” I told Molly with a quick, hard kiss to her lips. Then I followed Fox into the other room, shutting the door behind me.
“Shit went sideways at the port,” Fox muttered without any preamble. “The shipping containers were mislabeled, and it's gonna take a day for our contacts to sort it. Since he’s not on this run, I sent Storm to handle shit there.”
Storm was our road captain and coordinated all of our runs, but he also led most of them because it satisfied his wanderlust. He was also an expert negotiator.
I nodded, crossing my arms over my chest and leaning back against the wall. “He’ll get it done. I’ll get on the phone with Cordell and let him know that it will be a partial delivery. Stone can take the rest up when—”
Fox held up his hand, cutting me off. “Cordell already called me, pissed as fuck. He’s paranoid and demanded I be the one to escort the final shipment.”
“Then I can go to the port, and Storm can go on this run.”