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He opens his eyes, his lip twitching. Then he leans over. It feels so natural. I can’t help but lean toward him, magnetized by the intimacy, the primal pulsing deep within, ordering me to get as close to him as I can, tostayclose.
He groans softly as our lips meet. I push against him, tasting him, savoring the texture of his mouth. His hand touches my knee and glides higher, but then he holds it there, squeezing me gently. Then harder. He groans with more passion. I can feel the heat emanating from him. I claw onto his arms. They’re so big, so hard. My fingernails bend against his muscles.
Then he pulls away, shuddering all over. His eyes are wild and wide. “You’ve got no idea how badly I want to do that again,” he snarls, “but…”
“I understand,” I murmur. “Your son needs you.”
My lips tingle just like every part of me does when I make contact with him. There’s a voice deep within screaming at me to leap into his lap and kiss him again.
He looks stubbornly at the road as if he can’t even glance at me, or he’ll lose control. Maybe that’s the only way to stop this disaster. Kiss him, distract him, and leave Ryan trapped with the criminals.
I smooth my hands over my belly, nerves twisting through me.
CHAPTEREIGHT
Duke
It’s so difficult not to kiss Molly again. When I pull up outside the grimy bar in a bad part of town, I turn to look at her. She’s breathing fast as if being in this sort of neighborhood sends jolts of anxiety through her. That makes me feel like a bad man, bringing her here, but there’s no time to waste.
I’ve wasted enough already with the kiss, but no,hellno. I can’t consider kissing her as a waste, no matter the circumstances. She looks up at me, biting her lip.
“Lock the doors,” I tell her. “If I’m not out in five minutes, drive away and call the cops. I’ll leave the keys.”
“Be careful,” she whispers.
Other men, especially world champion fighters, might get cocky here. They might try to pretend nothing can threaten them, but I’ve heard too many stories about fighters getting shot, stabbed, or taken five-on-one.
I can’t help it, even if the clock is ticking. I lean forward and kiss her briefly, taking her passion and turning it into strength and determination. There’s no way I’ll abandon my woman out here alone. I need to get this done fast.
Quickly ending the kiss—otherwise, I won’t be able to stop—I climb from the car. My manhood is stiff from the closeness, but I settle down as I approach the bar. My heart is beating way too quickly. This isn’t an organized fight. They’re probably armed.
I won’t leave my son in there, even if he’s brought this on himself. Why is he in a place like this? And why is he so, so drunk?
The bar is a dusty room under stark electric lights. Several men sit around a poker table, whiskey glasses on display. Two more stand at what must be the bathroom door. They’re all covered in tattoos, wearing leather or denim. They don’t see me at first.
One of the men at the door, tall, with a shaggy mane of yellow hair and a goatee, laughs gruffly. “Want me to huff and puff, kid? Is that it?”
The other man laughs.
I walk farther into the room. A big man rises at the poker table. He’s almost my size. He has his hand behind his back, leaving me no doubt he’s got a weapon of some sort. If it’s a gun, it doesn’t matter how many thousands of hours I have training and sparring.
“Can I help you?” the man says, flashing a grin. He has a flat nose, as if it’s been broken before.
“You’ve got my son locked in the bathroom,” I tell him.
“Ah, that’s your kid, is it?” The man shakes his head almost sadly. “You should’ve taught him better, buddy. Taught him only to bet what he was willing to lose.”
I suppress a groan and any reaction at all. I just stare coldly at the man.
“Bad idea, friend, looking at me like that.”
“How much does he owe?” I ask.
“Fifty Gs.”
I grind my teeth.Fuck. My son’s driving me insane. The sense of failure crashes into me all over again. He’s gambling fifty thousand in some lowlife bar when he has no business being here to begin with. “I should be able to make that right.”
I don’t want to come across as too eager since that might give them the bright idea to shake me down for more cash.
