Drew let out a loud bark of laughter. “Thanks. You tasted every bit as sweet as I thought you would. And so fucking responsive.”
I shivered at the intensity of his words. “And you like that?”
“Hell yeah.” He took my hand and wrapped it around his cock, groaning when I squeezed harder. “You’ll see,” he promised.
“I look forward to it.” We laid together in breathless silence for a few minutes, my body buzzing with heat and awareness. I never felt so alive or so thoroughly satisfied in my life. He held me protectively, not possessively, a difference I was finding completely enthralling.
For just a little while, the world outside this house didn’t exist.
***
Eventually the world let itself be known, though, and when it did there was nothing to be done about it. The bubble had burst, or rather Drew’s phone buzzed wildly on the nightstand.
“You need to get that?” My heart stopped inside my chest while I waited for the inevitable bad news.
“Nah,” he said, pulling me closer and kissing my forehead. “It’s just an alarm. We need to head to the clubhouse today.”
“MC stuff?” I asked, using his words from last night.
“Yeah,” he sighed as if he didn’t want to leave this bed either. “But we have to.”
“Okay.” We laid together for a few more minutes before we both got up and started to get ready for the day. I watched Drew pull out another pair of dark jeans along with a black t-shirt, the play of his muscles so fascinating as he moved. “You want to tell me what those texts were about last night?”
He didn’t want to share it last night, but I always could read Drew better than anyone else.
He stopped and looked at me over his shoulder. “What texts?”
I grinned. “The ones you really didn’t want me to see.” I folded my arms, realizing how awkward the move was with my breasts hanging out. “No lies, remember?”
He nodded. “Slate got a beat on Halloran.”
Ice slithered through my veins and fear gripped me instantly. “Okay,” I said, drawing the word out to five syllables. “Is he close?”
“No. He’s heading west, though. Last spotted in Texas.”
My shoulders relaxed a fraction. “That makes sense. I was looking at jobs there before everything happened. Colorado and Minnesota too.”
“Fuck, that’s good news.” I heard his words, but his tone didn’t match.
“There’s nothing in the digital age connecting us. I didn’t even get a cell phone until I was eighteen.” My parents claimed they didn’t have the money, but they couldn’t risk I might tell someone about what happened in our house.
“You’re not worried?”
I smiled but it was fake as fuck. “Oh, I’m very worried. But I’m not giving a dirty cop that much credit. He’s probably going to find me, but not yet.” I hoped.
“For his sake, I hope he gives up before leaving Texas.” Drew’s hands clenched into fists and his nostrils flared.“Honestly, though? I hope my face is the last thing he sees as I choke the life out of him.”
Did it make me fucked up for finding that kind of hot? Drew had always been incredibly protective, but this version of him, all hot and murder-y? Kinda hot. “Is it easy?” I asked softly. “Killing someone?”
“Not easy,” he answered with a shrug. “But when they deserve it, it ain’t all that hard. But it sticks with you.”
I heard what he was saying. “Is that to warn me off wanting to kill him myself?”
“Fuck no, if you want to be the one to do it, I’ll hold him down while you do your worst. Is that what you want?”
I thought about it for a moment and shook my head. “No. Halloran is a hired hand but Ruiz? He’s a monster and I can’t deny having more than a few fantasies about the things I would do to him if given a chance. But…” I sighed heavily, meeting Drew’s gaze. “I don’t want his face to stick with me for the rest of my life. I’m kind of looking forward to healing from this.”
He wrapped both arms around me, brushing a soft kiss to my temple. “Then let me do this for you and you focus on healing. Okay?”
