“What are you doing?” Glancing over at the sleeping teen, I cover the gap with my jacket.
“If you have to ask, I must be doing it wrong. Should I stop?” His warm chuckle sends a spike of desire down my spine.
“No, but it is your turn to drive.” Pulling to the curb, we meet at the bumper and lock lips.
Too soon, headlights shine in the distance and I moan. “We better go.”
Back in the car, I untuck Dean’s shirt and slide my palms across the bumps of his abs.
“Tell me more about your brothers.” As I unzip his fly, he captures my gaze in the rearview mirror, then returns those gorgeous brown eyes to the road.
“Well, let’s see. Dan was the one who found a ton of money in the subway system and Drac saved us from the internet apocalypse.”
“What about the other two? Batman and Robin?”
He snickers, slides out of his coat, and covers his lap. “They wish. Adrian is the oldest, a broody mother hen. Jasper’s almost as bad. They’re both detectives and think they know everything.”
“So, you, the youngest has something to prove.” Finding his cock, I squeeze gently, and tease until he moves my hand away.
“Jeesh, babe. I can’t. We’re nearly there.” He exits the highway in Cherry Hill and comes to a stop behind a diner where we scope out the situation. Except for an occasional car, the town seems sound asleep.
Dean climbs out from the driver’s side and when he stretches, I moan. My God, he’s fit and full of muscles, but he’s a cop and not for me. A female bodyguard with a disability cannot be fussy about jobs. Despite all that’s happened, working for a criminal has paid all my bills, and in that respect, a blessing.
As I check my weapon, Charlie stirs. “Are we here?”
“Yeah, but we’re way early. Might as well sleep for a bit more.”
Onceher lids shut and her breath becomes steady, I join Dean, now leaning against the restaurant.
Eyes on mine, he uses his thumb and forefinger to pinch my chin, then devours my mouth. Having suffered tortuous hours of sexual frustration, I cup his ass, pull him close, spread my thighs, and grind my need over his hard want.
“Fuck me, you feel good.” Tilting his head, he slides his tongue into my open lips, and as he digs his fingertips into my scalp, I unfold his hard length.
Legs around his waist, I lower onto his tip and moan.
“Hey, get a room you guys,” Charlie shouts from the car.
“Dammit.” Face red, the hot cop turns and tucks himself in while I curse myself out from A to Z.
Asswipe, bonkers, careless, delinquent, empty-headed, and feeble-minded…
By the time I get to grossly negligent, the girl’s voice calls out again. “Dean, are those your brothers?”
The man who’s stolen all my brain cells, jumps in our vehicle, grabs his camera, and curses. “Shit, it’s not them.”
He puts the lens to my eye. “Do you recognize them?”
“Yeah, I think the one getting out of the truck is Tommy’s right hand man.” After I glance at Charlie, she nods.
“It’s Bear. Let me go talk to him.”
“Wait.” Dean thrusts out his arm to block her and points to another line of SUV’s barreling down the highway. “There’s more.”
My eyes widen at the gunfight about to take place. “Can I assume those are not your brothers, either?”
“They are not.” Face grim, he tugs us behind the diner.
Seconds later, a dozen men in green fatigues pile out of their armored vehicles on the other side of the street. As their ORA badges become clear, my resolve strengthens.
