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Page 18 of Dublin Charmer (Emerald Isle Mafia #5)

She draws a deep breath and glances sideways to look at me. “My one and only concern is my brother. Once he’s safe, I’m happy to help you take down Gravely.” Her expression hardens. “That bastard’s been terrorizing the people of North Dublin for too long.”

“On that, we agree completely.”

We drive along and I watch through the windshield as we cross the bridge over to the south side. “When we were kids and Da first created the truce between the families, I used to get so excited about coming to this side of the river.”

“Your father created a truce between the families?”

“Aye, he did. And it held firm for almost two decades until Mattie McGuire had him assassinated so he could wipe us out and take Northside.”

Nyx frowns. “I didn’t know, I’m sorry.”

I shrug. “We just found out about the hit. But Mattie was already dead, so there’s nothing to be done about it. Da’s gone, so the only thing left for us to do is make sure the legacy he built goes on to serve the citizens of Dublin.”

Talking about Da puts a bit of a damper on the conversation and we ride in silence until the van slows to a stop.

Kieran looks back at us, his brow pinched. “Are you sure we’ve got the right address? We’re outside a seasonal storage lot for campers.”

“Mobile homes,” Nyx corrects, sliding toward the doors. “And yes, we’re in the right place. Give me ten minutes and we’ll be driving out of here with my stuff.”

Gallagher turns off the engine, unbuckles his seatbelt, and strides around the van to open the side door. “Kieran will stay here and watch the gate. I’ll go with you two.”

“You really don’t have to,” Nyx insists, jumping down out of the van before straightening. “Billy Gravely has no idea I live here. I have a crappy little flat across town where I go after I meet with him. Then, when I’m sure I’m not being followed, I come back here.”

I step out and gesture to the rows and rows of distinctive, polished aluminum coaches. “You live here?”

“Yeah, I do. It’s quiet and there is no traffic. I can see people coming and going, so it’s my own little world in here.”

“And living in one of these Airstreams is like the shell game. You’re hiding in plain sight.”

“Now you’re getting it.” Nyx waggles her brows at me before striding off toward the security building. When she gets close, she waves to a heavyset man behind the counter. “ Bon soir , Andre.”

“ Bon soir, ma petite . I haven’t seen you for a bit.” The guard smiles warmly and then notices me and Gallagher.

I’d like to think the pinched brow and the scowl of concern comes from him eyeing up Gallagher and not me. I look perfectly respectable. Gallagher, on the other hand, looks like he’s got a starring role in Sons of Anarchy .

“Who are your friends? Everything okay?”

She gives him a wide smile. “All is well, big guy. They’re helping me find my brother. I’m here to get my stuff.”

He gives the two of us another once over and I meet his gaze and let him see my intentions. “We really are here to help her. In fact, we’re here to protect her from anyone who wants to do her harm.”

He considers that for a moment and then hits the security release for the fence and allows us entrance. “Take care, ma petite . It’s nice our little wolf has found herself a pack.”

Nyx blows the old guy a kiss and then leads us inside the yard and through a maze of glimmering mobile homes. It’s incredible how many there are and how they all look the same. Her living here is both brilliant and sad. Sure, she has the security of knowing she’s all alone, but she’s all alone .

Eventually we arrive at yet another pristine Airstream.

“Don’t touch anything until I get back. Seriously.

Don’t touch.” She jogs around the back to climb the small ladder that leads up to the roof.

Gallagher and I do as she warns and stay back.

Nyx is on the roof for only a minute or two, and when she comes back down, she’s got a set of keys in her hand.

“Okay, it’s safe to go in now.” She unhooks a set of keys from the ring and tosses them to me. “If you want to hurry this up, you can make yourself useful. Inside that wooden shed is my truck. Go get her and bring her out here to hook up.”

“Hook up?”

She looks at me like I’m dense. “Yes, hook up. We came to get my stuff. Well, this is my stuff.” She gestures to the trailer, and I clue in.

Okay, so we’re not just picking up her computer.

I head off to the shed, chuckling at the thought of Tag’s face when we roll up with a truck and trailer.

The old Ford F-150 starts with a rumble, and I drive it out of the shed.

Gallagher shuts the doors of the shed and I pull around to the front of Nyx’s trailer and carefully back it toward the Airstream’s hitch.

When I get out, I crane my neck and have a look down a couple of the rows. “So, what do you think? Are we good?”

“Aye, as far as I can tell. I think your girl knows her environment better than us. If she’s not worried, I’m inclined to believe her.”

Me too. Leaving him to keep watch, I knock once and step into the trailer, finding Nyx frantically shoving clothes into drawers, but I can see she’s pulled up a security feed of a young man in a cell. “Is that him?”

Nyx tosses an armful of belongings into what I think is her bathroom and closes the door. “ Si, that’ Gio. I don’t think Gravely has figured out I went missing last night. I’ve got no calls and Gio’s situation hasn’t changed.”

“Well, that’s good, I suppose. It gives us a little time to sort things out.” I look around her home. “And speaking of sorting things out, what are you doing?”

“Well, I’ve never had anyone in, so I wanted to pick up a few things first.”

I spot a red lace bra hanging off the pantry door and lift it with one finger. “Why? I love your decorating aesthetic.”

Nyx snatches it back, her cheeks flushing. “Shut up.”

When our eyes meet, something electric passes between us. In two steps, I’m in front of her, my hands cupping her face as our lips crash together. Her fingers dig into my back, pulling me closer as I press her against the counter.

She moans into my mouth and all the blood rushes from my head straight into my cock. Holy hell, what is it about her that lights me up like a fucking brushfire in the dead of summer? One moment alone with her and my self-restraint is gone.

Wrapping my arms around her, I grip her hips and lift. She opens her legs and straddles my hips. My cock rubs against the heat of her pussy and even through our clothes, pleasure hums through me in response.

I shift my grip to hold the rounds of her perfect ass, our mouths still fused together as she grips both sides of my jaw. Our tongues are dancing as I press her back against her tiny pantry and start to grind against her core.

Fucking hell, my release is already building, and we haven’t even gotten skin-to-skin. I have never been so turned on in my life. I could literally come in my pants just from kissing her.

She breaks away from the kiss, breathing heavy. “Finn, I ache. I need your cock inside me so bad.”

I set her butt on the edge of the counter and shift my hand to reach between us. The buttons of her pants are pulled open without care and I reach lower. She groans and throws her head back as my fingers rub over the crotch of her underpants. “Fuck. You’re so wet for me, baby.”

Wet is an understatement. She’s fucking soaked.

Leaning her back a little more, I shove the cotton strip out of the way and sink my fingers through the moisture in her folds. The muscles of her pussy clench around the intrusion, pulsing and gripping with greedy abandon.

“ Si! Si ,” she hisses, clutching my arms with a force that will leave bruises. “Oh, you don’t know how badly I need this.” Her praise is punctuated by another rush of heat and the clench of her pussy.

All thought of fucking her is put on hold while I work her clit over with my thumb and pump my fingers deep inside her. Fuck. Her body is so responsive .

She’s going to come, so I capture her mouth with mine to swallow her cries.

She rides my fingers, grinding and groaning until the walls of her pussy clamp hard and she starts to buck. Her orgasm rips through her, and I’m kissing her, claiming every scream and moan escaping her throat.

Fuck we need someplace private to?—

Bang. Bang. Bang.

Three heavy fist-bouncing pounds on the door shatter our moment and startle the hell out of us. Then the sound of the door opening has us both freezing. “If this fucking trailer doesn’t stop rocking, I’m coming in there and dragging you both out of there so we can get the fuck gone.”

“Aye, understood!” I shout, not moving from where I stand, blocking any view into the space. When the door slams shut, I pull back, both of us breathing hard. “I guess we’ve been told.”

Nyx looks up at me, her cheeks flushed a delicious shade of pink. “A sadly abrupt ending.”

I ease my fingers out of her and bring them to my mouth. After sucking the musky cream into the back of my throat and swallowing her down, I peg her with a hungry look. “Oh, baby. Nothing is ending. You and I are just getting started.”