“Is that so?” My voice is smoothly dangerous. How would he know what car Tiggy would like? They’ve never had a fucking conversation before.
“No,” Tiggy murmurs, but Connor snorts.
“I call bullshit. I saw your face before we got hit. You liked my BMW.”
“SUVs are safer,” she whispers, tucking her chin to her chest. Yeah, they fucking are.
“An SUV, Lucky. It’s not a suggestion.”
He grumbles but changes the subject, speculating with Ronan in the front seat about who might have hit us. On the other side of Connor, Paddy is staring blankly out the window. I caught his dark glare as we left Pa’s house. He’ll be running his mouth the next time we’re alone together.
The meeting at Pa's house took fucking forever, and I’m relieved we are finally home. Niall is waiting for us, having secured the place, and he is pissed.
As soon as we are through the front door, he stalks over to Tiggy, ignoring my low growl of warning, and carefully snatches up her right hand, examining it with fury on his face.
He throws a dark look at Paddy and Connor like he’s pissed she got hurt on their watch. Well, he can get in fucking line.
After all her sass at Pa's, I expect her to wrench her hand away and tell him to fuck off. Instead, she offers him a soft, sad little smile.
“I actually wanted to get out of having to push the grocery cart.”
A ghost of a smile flits across his face, which has everyone staring. Niall Byrne does not smile at lame jokes, especially when a woman makes them.Mywoman. Mywife.
“Nice try,” he mutters, “but I don't push grocery carts. Ye have a husband for all that domesticated shite.”
Tiggy wrinkles her nose and looks horrified. “I'm not about to ask my husband to come to the grocery store with me,” she sounds outraged. “The other housewives will stage a coup and kick me out of the club!”
They're joking together, and I'm not sure I fucking like it. Niall looks over at me and goes to speak, but I brush past him, picking Tiggy up and carrying her upstairs.
“Wait for me in the den,” I call to them over my shoulder as they all watch me go in surprise.
Kicking the bedroom door shut, I carefully place her on the edge of the bed, kneeling in front of her, examining her hand again and her face.
“I'm sorry.”
She blinks in shock. Yeah. I smirk. Don't get used to it,leannán. I don't apologize. This is a one-off deal.
“We'll find out who was behind this, and they'll be taken care of. Ye have my name, and that should have protected ye.”
Tiggy seems to understand what I'm trying to say because she nods and sighs, reaching out gently to stroke my cheek.
Capturing her hand with mine, I hold it there for a moment, bringing it to my lips.
“I need to be inside ye.”
The words come out a little more strained than I intended. I feel like a piece of shit for needing this when Tiggy is injured, but it's a primal thing.
I need to fuck her to reassure myself she is okay. Also, after whatever the fuck happened downstairs between her and Niall, I need to fucking brand her, so she knows she is mine.
It surprises me that I feel like a piece of shit for needing it. Normally I don’t have a conscience when it comes to other people’s feelings. Certainly not a woman’s feelings.
Then, like the good girl she is, Tiggy nods, pressing her fingers harder against my mouth.
“I need that too,” she whispers, and it fucking undoes me.
I stand, and Tiggy looks up, watching my face as I undress. I am about to reach down to help her out of her clothes, freezing as she leans forward, gripping my dick with her good left hand.
My eyes flutter closed, and I groan as her gorgeous, plump lips close around the tip of my dick, her tongue fluttering around the head like a trapped moth. Jesus fuck, her mouth feels amazing.