Total pages in book: 126
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 117408 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 587(@200wpm)___ 470(@250wpm)___ 391(@300wpm)
Instead, I wanted his phone.
After a few seconds of digging, my fingers clasped around what I was searching for.
With it in hand, I got up and returned to Jonah’s side. “This should come in handy,” I said, showing him the old Samsung phone with its cracked screen and memory card full of vital intel.
Jonah nodded, smiling wide. I wasn’t sure if it was the adrenaline or what, but he was oozing sex appeal with that dewy, flushed look he had going on. “Nice job. Now let’s get the hell out of here.”
“Let’s.”
As we hurried down the street, making our way out of Graffiti Graveyard and heading to a more populated part of town, I took out my own phone and called the cops. “Hi, yes, I’d like to report a drug deal on Aventura Lane. Right in front of the warehouse with the pyramid on it. There’s a drug dealer and his buddy, tied up and with a presumably stolen gun near them. I left him without any clips. Merry Christmas.”
I hung up the phone. We made it out of the graveyard and onto a slightly busier street. There were a couple of auto shops nearby with their greased-up mechanics totally none the wiser over what had gone down moments earlier.
I looked to Jonah, and we started to laugh, the sound rising through me, carried on a current of relief and adrenaline.
17 Jonah Brightly
I felt like a lunatic, but I had to laugh. It seemed like we both did.
“Holy fucking shit,” Fox said, between gasps. We kept walking even as we were holding our stomachs from the laughter.
“Talk about a first day on the job.” The adrenaline was flooding every single cell in my body. The world had a fuzzy glow to everything, like someone had applied a catchy photo filter over everywhere I looked.
Even on Fox, who looked like he had walked right out of the dream I had last night.
His hair was messy and his cheeks pink, and his smile was wide and his eyes bright. He was as bright as the sun.
I looked away before he had a chance to catch me admiring him.
Admiring him. That’s all I’m doing. He’s a great detective and a great man, someone to admire. That doesn’t mean anything else. Nope.
We reached his car. He unlocked and opened my door first before he walked over to his side, his ass practically devouring his shorts.
In the car, the air was hot and the temperature seemed to have spiked the second Fox sat in the driver’s seat and closed his door.
I fanned myself with a hand, a futile gesture.
“Sorry,” Fox apologized.
“No worries.” I wasn’t about to tell him the majority of my heat was centered around my crotch.
He turned the car on and reached for the air conditioner at the same moment I did. My fingers were already on the knob, his stopping over mine. Staying there. He slowly brushed his fingers down, traveling the length of mine. I took in a quiet, sharp breath.
His fingers pushed mine apart. They slid between, the warmth of his hand wrapping around mine. The perfect fit. He squeezed, our hands tight together. Our eyes locked, our bodies tilted toward the other.
It was no longer hot in the car.
It was scorching.
“Fox…”
I wasn’t sure what I was going to say next. I’d never know either. Instead of searching for words, I pushed forward and searched for Fox’s lips on mine. It was only the second time I’d ever kissed another man, the second time I ever felt the scratchy stubble of a beard against my face, or felt the big hands of a man come up to my face, cup my cheeks, and steer the passion. It was… fuck.
It was everything. I wanted there to be a third and a fourth and a fifth time.
I wanted to climb over to his side, straddle him where he sat, and kiss him until the sun dropped and rose again. I wanted this moment to stretch on for infinity. The taste of him on my lips, the feel of his tongue dancing with mine, the smell of him filling me, driving the need inside me. A need so powerful, I felt small against it.
This was meant to happen. I felt it as sure of it as I felt Fox’s lips on mine.
And then… “…llo!…ello!”
The kiss broke, my body left with that hungry need. It sounded like someone was inside the car with us…
“I think it’s coming from your crotch,” Fox noted, his eyes aimed down, his lips shiny in the sunlight.
Sure enough, the sound was coming from the phone in my pocket. I dug for it with one hand, readjusting my clearly visible boner with the other.
With the phone out, I looked at the screen, and my boner instantly died a sudden death.