“Sugar…” All blood runs south of the Mason-Dixon line when she frees my cock and wraps her fingers around him.
“Less talk, more action, soldier.” Her legs slide up, her ankles lock behind my back and she places my tip at her opening.
Hell, after that, nature takes over. I’m a damn Neanderthal who almost lost his mate. Pressing her against the door, I claim her with a mind-blowing thrust.
“Again.” She arches back giving me access to nip her breasts.
No time to get naked, I soak her cotton shirt and it must be doing something because she clenches her legs tighter and moans.
With inner muscles clamped tight, she grinds against me. Lost to reality, I grab her hips and take her for a buckin’ bronco ride. Even when she screams and comes, I’m the Energizer Bunny. Goin’ until I can’t hold back, I coil, and reach the point where my mind is no longer mine. With my body ablaze, I get lost inside her and fall into the abyss.
“Fuuuck, babe.”
Fluids let loose with such force I can’t breathe. Still high, I pulse a few more times, enjoying the hell out of her little aftershocks. With two hearts pounding as one, we rest against the wall until Lucky breaks the spell by knocking on the outside wall.
“They’re almost here. You might want to zip up.”
“I got it covered.” Sam snickers and my pal guffaws.
“Good one.”
“I have missed your smart mouth.” Chuckling, I kiss her and gently lift her to pull out.
“I don’t think that’s all you missed.” When she leans over to pick up her underwear, I pat her behind.
“Copy that.” With my happy willie tucked inside my pants, I walk her outside.
“Bloody hell.” While Lucky whistles through his teeth at the squadron of officials striding up the muddy road, I picture extracting my revenge.
“What’s my overseas rambling record?” I grin while Lucky closes his eyes, pretending to remember.
“Not sure. We might need to look it up.”
Sam’s mouth drops open. “No, please honey, don’t.”
“I promise… unless they arrest me. Then, all bets are off.”
She points at another official looking boat with men piling out onto the sand. “Oh my God. Is that my dad?”
“Huh. I guess so. He must’ve come with your Mom, Aunt Marion, Joey, and Vinny… Oh yeah, and Frankie, too.”
Her eyes pop out. “What? Are you kidding? Why?”
“Your dear uncle put a hit out on me. Apparently, he didn’t think kindly of me not wanting our baby.”
“Whaddafuck? The video? No way he bought that. Something else is up.” My Brooklyn babe sputters until I hold her close and kiss her mouth closed.
“I took care of it. It’s all good. And ah, once we get back, you might want to send him the compiled videos you made of Joey’s fuck up. Those two goons were here, too.”
“Wait. So, Vinny knows about the moonlighting?” She squeezes her eyes closed. “My cousin is dead meat.”
I squeeze her shoulder. “Sorry sugar. It was either that or let him get hurt.”
Chapter 27
Suds
My wife can be mighty persuasive. Before she’ll talk to any officials, she insists on a shower and a change of clothes. With guards waiting outside our hotel room, she uses the opportunity to send an email to her uncle. It’s almost an hour before we arrive at the Central Detective Unit building where Slate, Jack, and Lucky wait under the portico.
