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It was time for me to get her the fuck home and away from me.
“I’m going to tell Fallon we’re leaving,” I said, taking another step back and breaking the spell even more.
“We’re leaving?”
I nodded. “Yeah.” I rubbed my mouth with the hand that still lingered with the heat of her arousal. “I can’t trust myself alone with you. Come on.”
After she had grabbed her purse, I took her by the arm and led her to the dancefloor. I found Fallon dancing with Molly and Sadie. I’d had my doubts about my sister’s recovery and whether coming out to a club was a good idea in the first place. But seeing her here tonight reminded me of a time before her addiction when she could have good, clean fun.
I pulled my sister to the side. “I have to take Sloane home,” I told her. “Are you coming?”
She asked the girls what they wanted to do, and the answer was to stay a little longer.
“I don’t want you leaving here alone, Fallon. After I take Sloane back, I’ll come and get you. I’ll be an hour.”
She wrapped her arms around my body and hugged me. “Thanks for trusting me, Gray.”
I dropped a kiss on her forehead. “I’ll see you soon.”
Tugging Sloane out the door, we stepped free of the sound and heat, and the Galway air felt almost electric against my face. Sloane inhaled deeply and let it out as the Rover pulled up to the curb.
Opening the rear door, I waved Sloane in, then climbed in after her.
“Why does she look like she’s thinking of cutting off your balls and cramming them down your throat?” Torin asked me in Gaelic through the rearview mirror.
I glanced at the woman in question. That description matched well to the expression on her face. “Because I suspect she does,” I replied back in Gaelic.
Sloane made a derisive sound down low in her throat, leaned forward and slid off her shoes. I spent way too long studying her athletic calves.Fuck, she was too much of a distraction.
In Gaelic, I barked at Torin, “Drive.”
Torin drove through Galway like we were being chased, which was par for the course with him. When we finally turned into the parking garage for Sloane’s apartment, he eased off the accelerator, letting the car coast down to the security gate. Once we were through, the half a dozen guards at the bottom of the elevator straightened. The Rover came to a smooth stop, and I got out. Torin did the same, standing in front of Sloane’s door and waiting for my signal.
At my nod, he opened her door and kept her body covered with his as we walked to the elevator. I pressed the call button, and the doors slid open smoothly. Sloane stepped inside and I followed.
Before the doors could slide shut, I said, “We’re going back to the club to get my sister. Standby.”
He nodded, then turned his back as the doors slid shut.
Reaching across Sloane, I pushed the button for her floor, awareness sparking through my body with the proximity. She sucked in a sharp breath, but that was the only indication she’d felt anything. Tension filled the elevator car, the sexual energy swirling until it reached a fever pitch.
The elevator doors sprang open. Half a dozen guards lowered their weapons from where they were aimed at our chests and returned to their positions against the wall. Sloane walked out of the elevator car ahead of me, opening her apartment door and then attempting to slam it shut behind her. With a growl, I pushed inside and followed her into the living room.
Her gray eyes were bright with anger as she spun to face me. She was a furious tempest, a storm of emotions. So fucking beautiful that it hurt to breathe. My pulse was jackhammering in my throat—I wanted her. I wanted it so badly that my chest ached.
But she was Finnan’s.
And I couldn’t touch her.
“Stay here and stop being a pain in my arse,” I barked.
Turning, I left the apartment, slamming the door shut behind me.
“Nobody in or out,” I told the guards, my anger curling out with my words. I was looking for a release for all this energy I had in me. The ride back down to the garage was stifled, and when I stepped out, all my men took one look at my face and got busy glancing around at anything else.
It was only Torin who was brave enough to ask, “Ready to go?”
For just a moment, I considered getting back into the elevator and going back up to Sloane’s apartment, but she was as off-limits as anyone could get. If Finnan knew what was going through my head about this bride-to-be—if he knew how perverted my thoughts were—he would put me down.
