When I see the first street that isn’t a one-way, I request, “Take us down there, please. We’ll get out at West Forty-Seventh.”
I receive a grunt as an answer, but Belle, who’s been all over me like jelly on a PB&J since she had too much whiskey on the flight, chuckles. “You changed your mind about going to a hotel?”
“Baby, the only place I’m taking you is bed.” My lips curve when she wriggles on my lap. “But,there’s a pileup, and that’s going to slow me down from getting you horizontal.”
Heat flashes in her eyes. “You were jealous of that stripper.”
Which means she’s not against me being possessive. I’m not surprised, not when I think about how she turns into a green-eyed monster if a woman starts trying to flirt with me.
I don’t point that out, though, just reason, “She was shoving her tits in your face.”
“Isn’t that her job?”
“Nah, she was into you.” I know Jemima from school. She’s all about the pussy. A love we both share.
“You don’t know that,” she teases, her leg kicking up and over my knee so that, in a couple of seconds, she’s straddling me on the back seat.
The cab driver’s done this longer than Santa’s been living at the North Pole, so he isn’t shocked at what goes down in his back seat, but…
I don’t like it.
I don’t want him seeing her.
She’s got a short skirt on. In the rearview mirror, maybe she’s flashing her ass or something.
It’s weird—caring.
I’m not used to it, and I don’t like it. Not at all.
But she’s making me think crazy shit. Making me do even crazier shit. Hell, maybe her type of crazy is contagious?
What was that about when we got in the damn car—calling her mine? That wasn’t me. I don’t get possessive. Not like Lucas.
Not like my da.
As if to fight the thought, my fingers tighten of their own volition around her waist, digging into her soft curves.
“You were jealous,” she whispers. “Say it.”
I want to argue that I wasn’t, but my dick isn’t in agreement. When her pussy is as close to it as it is right now, no way in fuck is my cock going to jeopardize any potential action.
I might be acting nuts, but I’m not a goddamn fool.
I squeeze her again. “Like you weren’t in the airport.”
Her eyes light up. “You liked it.”
“I did.” Again, fucking strange.
With the “crazy” contagion obviously having infected me by this point, I have to admit that, for the first time in a long while, I’m enjoying myself.
Shit has been serious with the Five Points for too long, what with the old boss, Aidan Sr., getting shot in that graveyard, and then everything that’s gone down with those secret society motherfuckers, the New World Sparrows, never mind thoseÉire le chéile go deobastards who are affiliated with the IRA…
Brothers in the Five Points were revealed to be traitors, and some of the top brass even got involved in a mutiny against the O’Donnellys—going so far as to kidnap my boss and his wife. Throw in a bad allergic reaction to a fucking insect bite that sent me to the brink of death…
Yeah, all work, a hospital stay, and no play makes Cade a very dull boy.
The car swerves, taking us down a side street, and I see we’re nearer to our destination than I thought.