Total pages in book: 85
Estimated words: 78647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 78647 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 393(@200wpm)___ 315(@250wpm)___ 262(@300wpm)
Shane knew exactly when he hit that sweet spot, because Quinn threw his head back and grabbed Shane’s shoulders. “Yes!” he yelled.
Shane forgot all about his stupid wound then as he speared up into Quinn, holding on to his hips and putting his mouth anywhere he could touch. Quinn tasted like salt from the sweat that slicked their bodies and he was so damn delicious, Shane wanted to eat him. Then, Quinn leaned back on his hands, bit down on that swollen bottom lip, rolled his hips, and let out a long, blistering, carnal groan.
Shane saw stars.
He gasped and watched, shocked as Quinn found a rhythm and position that must have flat-out worked for him, because he was stunning as he gasped and writhed and clenched that hot, delicious ass on Shane’s dick. Shane shuddered, astonished at the sight Quinn made. So raw and beautiful that his heart rose up into his throat and lodged there. He couldn’t look away as the younger man lost himself in pleasure. Then he knew what would send him over that much more.
Shane grabbed the lube and covered his hand. He reached out and stroked his wet hand up and down Quinn’s dick and the shout that left the man’s throat reverberated in Shane’s chest. He wanted to force that noise out of Quinn over and over. Quinn’s head fell back, his long neck bare and Shane wished he could put his mouth there right as Quinn clenched around his dick and shot. And shot. And shot.
That sent Shane over with him, pleasure streaking through his body like lightning. He shuddered and quaked and held on to Quinn with clenched fingers, unable to shut his eyes even as the intense bliss pulled at his eyelids and his lungs.
And his heart.
Even as he gasped and tried to find his air, he reeled with the knowledge that he was in love with Quinn Lake.
Chapter Twenty
“Anyone else starting to think this was a really bad idea?” he asked as he pulled the car through the front gate to the mayor’s house. He was alone in the car, but it was only a second later before he heard Detective Natalie Metcalfe’s smoky warm voice in the earpiece shoved deep in his right ear.
“I’m pretty sure I told you those exact words just eight hours ago, but someone wasn’t willing to take the time to start a formal investigation.”
“Yeah, but I was safe and sound in my office then.” He said it jokingly, but it was only to mask the panic that was rising in his chest.
Ethan had talked to Hollis on Sunday, and after he’d stopped being pissed about not being included in the growing clusterfuck sooner, he’d contacted a friend at the Cincinnati Police Department. That cop then directed Ethan to Natalie Metcalfe, one of the lead detectives in Indian Hill where the mayor lived. She was known for being completely straight and narrow. A total by-the-book cop. Unfortunately, she’d had more than a few run-ins with Rowe and Ward Security, so she wasn’t a big fan of private security and private detectives.
It had taken them a good chunk of Sunday and all of Monday morning to convince her to not go directly to the mayor and question him. They needed proof without tipping the man off that they were closing in on him.
What Shane got was two cops and a wire.
Not exactly the cavalry he’d been hoping for.
That wasn’t true. He also had Quinn and Royce in a vehicle close by. Dominic was sticking close to his dad until this was all over. Quinn had weaseled the code out of Natalie for the wire signal if he promised to keep his distance from the operation. Quinn was secreted away in the surveillance van that belonged to the agency where he could listen in on the conversation, but he couldn’t talk directly to Shane.
Shane wanted Quinn safe. It was the only way that he could go into that house. He was still coming to grips with being in love for the first time in his life, and the thought of Quinn being in the line of fire made him break out into a cold sweat. He liked Quinn in the van—not in the action.
Tonight, he had one goal: get the mayor to admit that he’d murdered his wife. The police could do nothing without a confession or at least some kind of proof that there had been foul play when it came to Brenda Spring’s death. Quinn had tried to argue for someone to sneak in and clone the hard drive for the security system, but Shane knew that would require Quinn getting into the house. And that was never going to happen. No, he was fine wearing the wire and digging for the confession.
Okay, maybe he had two goals. He also had to get out alive.