Total pages in book: 155
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 146392 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 732(@200wpm)___ 586(@250wpm)___ 488(@300wpm)
“He can ask away. I’m sure it wasn’t the best way to do it, but I also couldn’t come straight out and tell TJ not to talk because they were listening in.” She was lying to everyone. She could have found a hundred ways to get him to stop talking. “And don’t blame him for that. He’s hurt. They used tasers on him.” She’d seen the dart marks where they’d burned him from staying on far too long. She shifted his T-shirt, letting the rest get a look at the burns on his abs. “We don’t know what else happened to him while he was in there. He was traumatized.”
“He didn’t look traumatized when he had his tongue down your throat in the middle of the hallway in a hostile environment,” Zach pointed out.
“You kissed him again?” Kala asked.
“He kissed me.” And it had felt like… It had been so much more than she’d dreamed. She’d seen another side of the man, and she liked it. TJ was always sweet and solicitous. He was funny and kind.
He was dark and dominant, and when he’d given her commands, she’d felt something she never had before. She was a founding member of The Hideout, but she’d didn’t play often. Mostly she put on the most modest fet wear she could find and hung out in the lounge. She’d taken the classes and was happy to be used for demonstration purposes, but she’d never taken a Dom or had sex in the club. Kala always did her aftercare.
When TJ had stopped her in the hallway, she’d had a vision of them at the club, on her knees, with him looming over her before they performed a scene that would give them both exactly what they needed.
“Look, Kala. It was a high-pressure situation, and it got emotional,” Lou explained.
“Oh, god, that’s even worse. Yeah, talk about the emotion when my dad starts in on you. That’ll make him run,” Kala replied.
She wasn’t getting any help from there. “How far away are we?”
“Not far enough that I can come up with any other explanation,” Cooper replied. “We’re in a cabin about a mile from here. Do we think TJ needs a medic? Big Tag might want to move quickly.”
“He’s asleep, not half dead,” Zach insisted. “We’re not moving out until Big Tag tries to get something from our friend in the back. In the morning, we’ll take TJ home to the States. I’ve already gotten permission to move Sergeant Taggart to our team for the next three months so we can protect him.”
That wasn’t all they would do. They would watch him, question him.
Kala seemed calmer now. “Did TJ say anything?”
I’ll get you naked in a minute, but I can’t wait. I have to know. Years I’ve gone not knowing the most important thing. How you taste.
Yeah, she wasn’t about to share that with her bestie. Luckily, from what she could tell, they’d only gotten the visual show. By the time the glasses came back online, it had mostly been moans and licking sounds that would probably make her boss stab his own ears.
Lou’s body still felt like a live wire. She could feel his hands on her, the long, slow slide of his tongue over her tender flesh. She tried to force the memory away. She’d always told herself she would regret never spending a night with TJ Taggart. Now she worried this was a case of “watch what you wish for” because she might never get that one moment out of her head. “I tried to keep him from talking too much, but I got the feeling he didn’t know what they thought he did. I’m not sure. I didn’t want him to give too much away. I needed to buy time.”
Kala’s head shook. “I don’t think that’s going to work on my dad, but you try. When we get there and he rushes you—because he will—let me handle him. I’ll show him some shock and awe.”
TJ turned on his side, his face rubbing her thigh. Somehow her skirt had come up, and she could feel the brush of his scruff along her skin. “Lou, baby, you feel so good.”
“TJ,” she hissed.
But he was more than half asleep. He curled his arm around her leg, holding her tight. “So fucking good. Waited forever.”
“Nope, you didn’t,” Kala argued. “If you had waited forever, we wouldn’t be going into battle.”
Up ahead she saw the road winding around and a small cabin at the top. “I’ll handle it. It’s my mistake.”
It hadn’t felt like a mistake. It didn’t feel like it right now while TJ was wrapped around her like she was his favorite toy.
“The fact that he’s able to talk through those drugs is impressive,” Zach said. “Our other guy is still out, right?”
“Yeah, and still breathing and everything. He does not have my cousin’s capacity for sedatives. I’m pretty sure his mom started randomly shooting him with darts when he said he was going into the Army before college. Uncle Theo has bad luck with getting dosed, so she wanted her son to be prepared,” Kala explained. “Aunt Erin is parenting goals.”