“Oh, my God!” I exclaimed, planting a sloppy kiss on his mouth. “I can’t believe that you gave me your only set of keys. That’s the cutest.”
“Stop,” Adam grumbled, pushing me away. “Don’t get all mushy on me. We have a job to do before we start planning the wedding.”
It was a joke, but I liked it.
“What’s the plan?”
He pulled me into his arms and kissed my forehead.
“We’re going to catch the bad guys and put them behind bars. Then, hopefully, we will finally be able to take that fucking day off.”
It was a good plan… until it went horribly, horribly wrong in the matter of fucking hours.
Chapter 15
Falling
Adam
Asexual, my ass. He was a sexual deviant, and I was probably a bottom. Well, not really. I loved giving it as much as I liked taking it, but last night Jordan fucked the last brain cell out of me, so no wonder I was confused.
“I like getting it in the ass,” I told him as we were brushing our teeth in the morning after a shower.
Jordan choked and spat the toothpaste out.
“Excuse me?”
“Yeah, yeah. Great stuff.”
“You could have told me that last night, asshole,” he exclaimed, wide-eyed. “I couldn’t sleep because I wasn’t sure if you liked it.”
I gave him an incredulous look. “We spent half an hour scraping my cum off your mirror, and you weren’t sure if I liked it?”
“Well, I… I guess I didn’t think about it that way. I was nervous because I hadn’t had sex in years. I guess I had performance anxiety. Incidentally, we forgot to use a condom, and not just this time around.”
“Oh, I didn’t forget,” I stated, looking at him. “I chose not to. I trusted you, and I could feel that you trusted me, too.”
Jordan grinned and wrapped his arms around my neck when my phone started to ring from somewhere in the apartment. I headed to the living room with his lips glued to mine, so I could barely see where I was going.
“Lose the towel,” I mouthed before answering. “Markland.”
“Hmm… I prefer Mr. Mayhew.”
At first, I thought my ears were deceiving me, but apparently, my streak of bad luck was endless.
I looked at Jordan, motioning for him to stay silent.
“Santiago,” I said into the phone. “How the fuck did you get this number, and what do you want?”
Jordan’s shocked expression mirrored my feelings.
“We need to talk,” Santiago said curtly. “In person.”
“What about?”
“Bull tried to kill me, but he’s dead wrong if he thinks I won’t go down with a bang. I want to make a deal.”
“Will you testify at court?”
