Total pages in book: 110
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 107557 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 538(@200wpm)___ 430(@250wpm)___ 359(@300wpm)
“You mean when you’re giving me a full-body massage?”
“More like an internal massage.”
“Sounds promising.”
“Guess you’re ready to move on to the next portion of our night.”
“You’d guess right.” She rubbed the foot he wasn’t holding along his erection. It wouldn’t take much to yank his jogging pants down and climb onto his lap right there on the couch. “And obviously, so are you.”
“It’s hard to hide how much I want you right now.”
She tipped her head. “I’m done talking. How about you?”
“You’re expecting miracles, but I’ll do my best to do something with my mouth other than run it.”
“I’m sure I can help with that.”
He released her feet, stood up and offered his hand. “I count on it.”
“And I plan on counting how many orgasms you give me. But no pressure…”
Chapter Sixteen
“The smoother you spackle now, the less you’ll have to sand later,” Nox grumbled over his shoulder.
Rez groaned. “Sand? That’s a four-letter word.”
“Yeah, sand. Remember all the sanding we did at that other place?”
That other place was code for The Plant while they worked in the Demons’ Uniontown church.
They had to use code for just about everything they talked about. It was getting to the point they couldn’t remember it all. If necessary, they texted each other even though they were in the same room. It was better than being busted in enemy territory.
“I tried to forget it. I swear I coughed up a lung for weeks afterward. And if someone was watching me blow my nose, they would’ve thought I was a coke addict with all the white powder coming out of it.”
Rez heard a smothered chuckle behind him.
A fucking chuckle!
Rez grinned at the drywall as he slapped more spackle onto a seam. He’d been right, getting Nox out doing a little bit of undercover work was good for the man’s mental health.
Even if they didn’t hear or see shit, that alone was worth doing all of the dirty work they’ve been doing in the rear addition at the Wolf Den.
It made it worth dealing with those asshole bikers, too.
“Thinking we make an excuse and head over to The Pit tomorrow to work on that toilet.”
“Yeah, thinking the same thing,” Nox muttered. “Hate plumbing work.”
“Did you ever think this was the kind of shit we’d be doing when we graduated from the… you-know-what?” You-know-what being code for the municipal police academy they both attended. Even though Nox graduated a few years before Rez. “It didn’t prepare me for this type of shit.”
“Never thought becoming a construction specialist in the Army would come in handy when it came to my current career.”
“And here we are.”
Nox grunted.
Rez caught a flash of movement from the corner of his eye. This early in the day, not too many Demons were usually around. If they didn’t live on site, the members of the Uniontown chapter began showing up in the evening, if they showed up at all. It wasn’t like the old gas station was appealing enough to hang out. It was nothing like the Blue Avengers church, which was more of an extensive and impressive man cave. The Wolf Den was pretty damn lame, if anyone asked Rez.
Though, no one cared enough to ask.
With putty knife in hand, he headed over to the open doorway and peeked his head out to find the corridor empty. He ducked his head back inside and whispered to Nox, “You catch that?”
“What?”
“Someone just walked by.”
“My guess it was a Demon.”
“Oh, look at you, Lenny, a regular fucking comedian.”
Since they had to pick an undercover name for Nox, what was better than a play on his last name Lennox?
“Just pointing out the obvious, Tony.”
Rez quickly lost the grin Nox earned from that smart-ass comment when his cell phone vibrated against his ass. “Shit,” he grumbled, putting down the putty knife and picking up a rag.
Once his fingers were wiped clean, he slipped his phone from his back pocket to see a text notification. He opened it to read a message from Mullins, a narcotics detective for Pittsburgh PD and fellow task force member.
Sitting on cameras. T-Bone just walked past where you’re working.
Holy fuck. “It’s T-Bone,” Rez said under his breath after moving closer to Nox. He showed him the text.
The man’s spine snapped straight and his tight jaw flexed. Nox glanced over his shoulder toward the open doorway.
Rez lifted a wait-a-minute finger and shot Mullins a text back. Where’d he go?
Mullins answered, Room on the far end.
That was the exact damn room where Decker had discovered Sadie. That meant Wolf hadn’t given T-Bone’s room away and had expected him to return.
Rez quickly asked, Any signs of her?
No, but only just sat down here. She could already be in his room.
They needed to check.
Mullins followed up with, Want me to notify Decker?
No, got it covered. Thanks, Rez responded to him before pulling up a text string between him and Decker to break the news. T-Bone’s back. He quickly followed that text with: Have no idea if he’s back for good, though.