“Shotgun!” Ace called, pulling open the passenger door. “Sorry.” He turned to shoot Rusty an apologetic look. “But if I have to ride in the backseat with those two”—he motioned back and forth between Emily and Christian—“I might just kill one of them. Orbothof them.”
“And what makes you think I won’t?” Rusty asked.
“Uh, because you’re a nice guy?”
“I am that,” Rusty said. Then added, “But you’ll owe me.”
“I look forward to the repayment.”
Even given the direness of their situation, Emily was delighted to see the blush that spread over Ace’s cheekbones. She didn’t miss how quickly he ducked into the car.
Glancing at Rusty, she found him wearing a contemplative look. “In case it’s not apparent,he’sa nice guy too. You could do worse,” she told him.
Rusty’s eyes swung over to her. “Not that I don’t love your nosiness, dollface, but maybe you should straighten out your own love life before you start meddling in mine.”
“I don’thavea love life,” she assured him.
“No?” He glanced over her head.
When she turned to see what had snagged his attention, she saw Christian standing beside the vehicle looking like a Gucci ad on steroids. He was holding the door and his expression said,Get your ass in the car, woman!
For some reason, that bossiness caused a little trill to swirl low in her belly. She turned back to Rusty. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” she told him before flouncing into the backseat and settling her backpack between her feet.
Rusty and Christian followed her in, creating an Emily sandwich. And even though Rusty was drop-dead gorgeous, it was Christian’s nearness that overwhelmed her.
“We need to call Chels and Zoelner,” Ace said from the front seat. “Let them know what’s going on.”
“I’ll do it,” Emily volunteered.
Anything to take my mind off Christian…
Chapter 45
Dagan came awake in the most delicious way, with Chelsea kissing the place on his chest directly above his heart. The silly organ was her slave, so it answered by beating rapidly against his ribs in an effort to break through to her lips.
“Mmm.” He rubbed her back encouragingly and slid his hand down until he could get a big handful of ass cheek. “Are we in France yet?” he asked groggily.
“Not quite. Ten more minutes or so.”
“Mmm,” he hummed again. “Want to put that time to good use?”
“What did you have in mind?”
“We could make out.”
“With Gautier three feet away?”
“I hear nothing,rien du tout,” Gautier called, proving he heard everything.
“See?” Dagan grinned.
Chelsea slapped his chest. In return, he slapped her ass, making her squeal. Even with his eyes still closed, he could feel her watching him. “In truth,” she said, “I would love to spend ten minutes making out with you, but…”
“But what?” He continued to knead her butt. The next time he made love to her was going to be from behind. He wanted to watch her delicious derriere bounce while he thrust into her. Maybe he’d even give her bottom a slap or two. Not hard. Just enough to let her know who was boss.
The thought was enough to make him hard.
“But I need to talk to you,” she said. “I have to tell you—”
