Southern Comfort - Natasha Madison Page 0,31
right before I finally claim her mouth. My hands go to each side of her head. My tongue comes out and meets hers. I swallow down her moan as she moves closer to me. I turn my head deepening the kiss. The whole time, her tongue rolls with mine. She climbs onto my lap and wraps her legs around my waist. Her arms go around my neck, and she presses herself into me. I wrap my arms around her waist and get lost in the kiss. The past couple of weeks catch up to me, and my hand roams up her back and into her hair. I grab it, pulling it back just a touch, and when she moans, I see her eyes are closed.
“Casey.” She whispers my name, and I smile. My name on her lips makes me want to puff out my chest.
“Yeah, darlin’?”
“Is there anything that you can’t do?” she asks, and I see that her lips are swollen from my kisses.
“Not that I know of.” I laugh, and I kiss her again. Her legs get tighter around my waist, and my cock feels her heat. I’m the one who moans now as she trails kisses to the side of my lips and then to my jaw and then up to my ear.
“You are all that and a bag of chips, Casey Barnes,” she says right before she nips my earlobe. I pull her hair back and attack her neck. “If you give me a hickey, I’m going to kill you,” she mumbles. I think about what it would be like to have my mark on her neck, and it just makes me lose control. I suck in just a touch harder, and she moves away. “Don’t you dare, Casey Barnes.” She makes me laugh when she uses my full name. I’m about to go in again when my phone rings, and I see her eyes go from light to dark.
“I have to …” I say as she untangles her long legs from my waist.
“I’m going to go lie down,” she says. She walks to her bedroom, and I don’t stop her to say she can use my room. The phone ringing again brings me out of my daze, and I see it’s Jacob.
“Yeah,” I say when I answer it.
“I just got off the phone with Grady. He saw a strange car around your property, and he pulled the plates.”
I close my eyes and hold my nose. “Let me guess? It’s stolen.”
“Well, the plates have never even been in the system. When he went back, the guy was gone.”
“What are the numbers?” I ask and get up to grab a pen.
“If we couldn’t find them in my system …” Jacob says, and I laugh.
“Humor me,” I say, and he shoots off the number. I snap a picture and send it to Derek. “I’ll let you know what I get,” I lie.
“Yeah, right,” he says. “How is she doing?”
I look back toward the hallway. “As can be expected.”
“Let us know if she needs anything,” he says before he hangs up.
I’m about to put my phone down and walk to her room when the phone rings again. This time, it’s Derek calling. “Hello?”
“Where did you get this plate number?” he asks right away.
“Jacob got it from one of his deputies,” I say. “Noticed a strange car. Ran the plates but got nothing.”
“I would say.” He laughs. “The plate must be code for something. I’m running it through a couple of systems. But I did get info on the guard who called in sick.”
“Yeah?” I wait for him to continue.
“His ex-wife received a wire transfer of twenty-five thousand dollars,” he says, “from an offshore account. The paper trail is going to need some looking into.”
“This doesn’t make any sense,” I say and look over to make sure she isn’t standing there.
“None of this makes sense.”
“I was going to say the same thing,” he says, and I do something I know I should have done a while ago.
“I need you to run the name Dominic Albano,” I say.
“Why does that name ring a bell?” Derek asks.
“He was in the news the past couple of weeks.” I don’t say anything else.
“Didn’t he take a fuck ton of money from his investors?” he asks, and I don’t answer him.
“Is that what all this is about? What in the world are you doing up at that farm?” he asks, and I just shake my head.
“I think that if we find out what else Dominic