“Aye. Feck yes,” I said with a grin.
“You certain you don’t want a third tonight?” Ransom asked from nearby. Startled, I swung toward him, body tense. Aspen dragged me against his side and held me tight.
Ransom raised his eyebrows at me and drew a beautiful man closer. He wasn’t dressed in BDSM gear, just jeans and a T-shirt, and his body was toned and slim. “This is Jack, and he’s shy but very interested.”
I was already shaking my head when I glanced at Aspen out of the corner of my eye. Relief hit me because he was doing the same thing. We were in agreement, just us. I swallowed hard.
“We’re done for the night. It’s been a hell of a day and I’m ready for a bed.” I tried not to growl too much because the lad with Ransom looked about ready to bolt for the doors.
“You can use mine,” Jack said with a smile.
“No thanks,” Aspen said, tone cold. He urged me toward the double doors. I wrapped my arm around him and leaned against his side. It took us a while to get through the hopped-up crowd dancing and collect our weapons. Finally we escaped out into the night, and I sucked in a deep breath as we left the club behind.
“I’m dead fecking exhausted,” I grumbled. “No joke.”
Aspen pressed a kiss to the side of my head. “I’ve got you. Let’s get out of here.”
Once we were farther away from the crowd at the door, I glanced up at the starry sky and shivered because the temperature had taken a dip. It was nice to have Aspen pressed to my side. We stopped, and the valet ran to fetch the SUV.
“I wish we hadn’t waited so long.” I cleared my throat and tried to get rid of some of the emotions welling up in me. Fecking hell, I hated this shite.
Aspen dragged me against his front, then teased his lips over mine. When he finally kissed me, I lost myself in the way his tongue dipped between my lips, and he ran his hands along my back. “Let’s make sure we don’t waste any more time.”
Nodding, I hugged him tight. “Enough of this shite,” I growled, but I didn’t shove him away or move. He huffed, and maybe the fecker was laughing at me. “I’m hungry. Let’s go find a meal.”
Aspen shook his head and grinned as he stepped back. “You stink like fucking.”
“So? I don’t care. I don’t want someone to get close to me, just bring me food.”
He put his arm over my shoulders, leading me toward the SUV as it came to a stop nearby. “You’re too much. Fine. I know a place.”
Normally I would’ve pushed to drive and make the final decisions about damned near everything, but I was finding I didn’t mind giving up control to Aspen. Hell, maybe being taken care of a wee bit was even nice.
19
ASPEN
The next morning—orseeing as we got home at dawn, it was thesamemorning—everything went to hell. Cillian and I were sleeping together in his bed, my arm wrapped around his thickly muscled body, fingers stroking his abs in my half-asleep state, when Jamie came barreling through the door, nearly knocking it off the hinges. The abrupt sound had Cillian and I jumping to sit up. Cillian already had his gun in his hand, but it had been on the nightstand seconds ago. He pointed the handgun at Jamie, but when he finally realized who was making the racket, he dropped it to the bed and glared.
“What the fecking fuck, Jamie? Ye’re gonna get killed one day if ye keep doin’ things like this, mate.”
I laid a comforting hand on Cillian’s shoulder and slipped out of bed, unfazed by my nudity. I had nothing to be ashamed of and Jamie had Hunter, so he had no interest in checking me out. The stress in his gaze had the hair on my arms rising.
“Get up, fellas. We’ve got a Reyes to hunt.” He bounced on his heels in a way that I assumed was a bad attempt at an Irish dance. “Today’s the day. We’re gonna get that bloody fool now.”
“What happened?” I asked, opening the dresser drawer to pull out a pair of briefs and slip them up my legs and over my ass. Once I had underwear on, I grabbed a suit from the small closet and laid it on the bed, making sure to keep it flat.
“Reyes—what the fuck is even his last name anyway—showed his ugly face.” Jamie waggled his eyebrows.
“Herrera,” I said.
Jamie huffed. “Joaquin has got a paid lover who works in northern Miami, and he couldn’t keep away. Joaquin’s boy toy enjoys money.” He slid his fingers across his palm like he was spraying the room with bills. “We’d been considering going after him the last time we were plotting. With a bit of persuading, Corbin and I got the lover to agree to message us if Joaquin visits. He’s there right now. The lover sent us the secret code.”
“How do ye know it’s not a trap?” Cillian narrowed his eyes. “I’m not gonna get me arse blown off.”
“Not now that ya use it, huh?” Jamie teased.
I groaned when Cillian shot out of the bed, his dick swinging. I rushed to grab him and pat his shoulder. Bottoming was still a sensitive subject for him, and I really wished Jamie had kept his mouth shut.
