Total pages in book: 104
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 99040 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 495(@200wpm)___ 396(@250wpm)___ 330(@300wpm)
Jo reached for him, and they came together, kissing as though they hadn’t in months instead of seconds. “I can’t wait,” she said around her harsh breathing. “Please don’t make me wait, Fin.”
“You need this dick?”
“Yes,” she said, pushing her pelvis up.
“Want you bare. No condom.” He ground down against her, eliciting the most perfect whimper.
“Yes,” she said again.
Christ, he’d come in five seconds flat. “I’m clean. You protected?”
“Yes. Yes. Please, Fin, now.”
He made quick work of both their pants, pushing them down only far enough to line his cock up.
Her wet heat teased the tip, making his eyes cross. Five seconds might have been optimistic.
“Jo,” he whispered as he slid as far inside her as he could go.
She arched up, taking him even deeper.
The pleasure stole his breath and nearly had words he wasn’t ready to admit falling from his tongue.
Instead of premature verbalization, he kissed her and spent the next few hours showing her what he didn’t have the balls to say.
CHAPTER TWENTY-THREE
THE NEXT TWO days passed much as any weekday did. Jo put on a happy face, went to work, and did her job to the best of her ability. Andrew grated on her more than usual, but she attributed that to her decision to leave the department as soon as they resolved the situation with Lock.
The days were a bit busier than usual with the new threat of a hurricane traveling through the Gulf. Meteorologists predicted it would make landfall at a Category Three but could possibly strengthen to a Four. Her department spent time helping local businesses board up windows and enforcing evacuation orders.
Being so close to the beach, Tracker was under mandatory evacuation orders. His brothers helped him secure his house, and he planned to ride out the hurricane with her in her townhouse.
The silver lining to the impending natural disaster was that the attention on Lock all but disappeared. He, too, was under evacuation orders but planned to ignore them and stay in the hurricane-fortified mansion borrowed from Tracker’s client.
One giant dark cloud—unrelated to Hurricane Kennedy—was the kidnapped man still chained up in one of the unused apartments on the Handlers’ compound. Spec had been in to ‘spend time’ with the man on a few occasions. Jo could only imagine what that consisted of and had a feeling Dante would be in rough shape when he finally emerged.
“Okay,” Curly said as he toyed with the end of Brooke’s hair. “Rain’s supposed to start around ten tonight. Plan is to wait until the storm really kicks up. Then, we’ll have Dante lead us to Lobo’s factory.”
Liv frowned. “You’re not worried it’s too dangerous to do this in the middle of a freakin’ hurricane?”
“Nah, baby, it’s actually to our advantage. Dante said they’re typically busy cooking at night, but it’ll be deserted tonight because of Kennedy. Now we don’t have to worry about collateral damage or getting busted.”
“I know, but you’ll be out there, unprotected, in a hurricane.”
Spec whispered something in her ear that had her nodding and relaxing.
Jo thought she caught something about his brothers having his back.”
“How does Dante know they won’t be there?” she asked.
Tracker squeezed her hip. “We’ve been having him call to check in with Lobo. Made up some story about him home sick with the flu.”
Spec laughed. “Yeah, and he sounds like shit right now, so it’s pretty damn believable.”
Sounds like shit because Spec fucked up his face? She didn’t ask.
Sometimes not knowing worked better.
“And,” Tracker continued. “None of his crew gives enough of a shit about him to bring him chicken soup or check in on him. They’re all too busy looking out for their own asses to help their buddy out.”
“Well, that’s just sad,” Liv added.
Tracker shrugged. “Maybe, but it works in our favor.”
Jo chewed her bottom lip as she listened. “And how do you know he’s not going to fuck you over?”
Spec’s grin grew evil. “Because we recorded him spilling his guts about their operation and will drop him on Lobo’s doorstep with a flash drive full of his sins should he screw us.”
Oh, yeah. That wouldn’t be desirable. The best Dante could hope for was to run away and disappear to another state after this shit. He’d be enemy number one on Lobo’s list.
“How are you going to get there?” Brooke asked. “You can’t take the bikes in this rain, and people have seen you all around in your trucks.”
Curly kissed the side of her head. “We got it covered. Got a guy who’s lending us vehicles. We’re being careful, babe. No one will know it was us.”
“God, I hate this,” Liv said. “I know it’s necessary, but I’m pretty sure my heart will give out before the night is over. I don’t know how you’re so calm, Jo.”
Too bad she couldn’t ease her friend’s mind. Jo was nervous, yes, but she had some experience with sting operations. Of course, then, she’d been on the right side of the law, but the jittery, unsettled feeling was the same. She’d learned how to compartmentalize it so she could get the job done.