“Like hell you will!” she rages instantly. “I’m not going anywhere. And certainly not with him.”
I chuckle. “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” I ask. “Scared you’ve met your match?”
“Cillian. Move.” Sean’s using his no-nonsense tone, so I know he means business.
In this case, I’m more than happy to jump into action.
I stride forward towards Saoirse.
About two seconds before I grab her, she realizes what I’m about to do.
“No… don’t you dare—”
But I do dare.
I very much do.
I scoop her up and hoist her over my shoulder in one smooth move. She screams, her fists beating hard against the small of my back.
She’s definitely got fire in her.
But I’m more than up to the challenge.
The only slight distraction is the hardening cock in my pants. Chalk it up to occupational hazard.
“Put me down, asshole!” she screams.
I carry her out back, kicking the door open ahead of us and emerging back out into the night.
“I said, Put me down!” she repeats.
“Have your wish, princess,” I say—and dump her unceremoniously into one of the neglected flower beds.
She lands in the soil with a thump and a half-realized scream in her throat.
I match her furious glare with a carefree grin.
I’d been kinda annoyed when Sean had barged into my room and asked me to join him on his little forced errand today.
But now I see it for what it is: a blessing in disguise.
“You fucking bastard,” she snarls at me. Eyes wild. Hair wilder.
An angel on fire.
It’s almost enough to make a praying man out of me.