said teasingly and I surprised her as I leaned down and pressed my mouth to it, making her suck in a small breath. She tasted like coconut and motor oil and as I leaned back and my cock started swelling, I guessed that had just become my new favourite scent.
She twirled a lock of hair around her finger, her eyes darting from me to the sea as a blush lined her cheeks. Did I cause that?
She drew the hair over her upper lip to make a moustache and pulled a face at me. “Would I make a sexy man, Rick? You could call me Roger.”
I snorted a laugh, shoving her arm. Stupid ass girl. I was pretty sure I’d still want her if she was a guy though, which was saying something as I had a real fondness for tits.
I gripped the sides of my chest, pushing my pecs together to try and make some cleavage and put on the most girlish voice I could pull off. “Do I make a sexy girl, Roger baby?”
She giggled, kicking sand at me. “Yeah, I’d bang you.”
I grinned darkly at that but then a shout drew my attention down the beach and I let go of my fake tits.
“Stop right there!” some busy body cop shouted and I swore, dragging Rogue to her feet.
“Oh shit,” she breathed, running with me toward my bike.
I picked it up, hoping the thing wouldn’t let me down as I swung my leg over the seat and Rogue jumped on the back. I turned the key in the ignition and it growled in protest, making my heart beat harder.
“Hey!” the cop shouted as I tried the ignition again.
The engine rumbled to life and I grinned, shooting away down the beach with my girl at my back and her laughter in my ear. I’d always find a way out of trouble, especially when she was involved. I was her ride or die, and today we were gonna ride, ride, ride.
“Here - here!” a fireman yelled fifty yards away and people swarmed over to help him dig. I ran with Luther at my side, my heart beating a hundred miles an hour as everyone worked together to move the bricks.
A girl’s muffled shout came from somewhere in the rubble and it was too distorted for me to tell if it was Rogue’s.
Fox and JJ arrived, digging furiously, working in perfect synchronisation with each other as they battled to get the girl out. They were covered in dust and dirt and blood, JJ’s shirt half torn from his body while Fox’s was gone completely.
A hand appeared, reaching through the bricks and a second later, a fireman lifted the girl out of a safe space which looked like it had been forged between two fallen pillars. A spill of blonde hair and a bright blue dress made my heart fall and Rosie Morgan wailed as she held onto the fireman.
“I’m alive!” she cried dramatically. “I’m aliiiive!”
“Great,” I gritted out. “Put her back in,” I snarled then strode off back to where I’d been working.
The little dog followed me, trotting along with determination in his stride and I glanced down at it with a frown.
“Can you smell her, boy? Where is she?”
He released a low whine, looking up at me then running away across the rubble, back and forth, back and forth before finally sitting down on a flat lump of rock and yapping loudly.
My heart beat harder and though it might have just been random, my gut told me to dig where that little pup was. The area was newly cleared, a place where the police department had been working but there was still a long way to go. I moved in front of the dog and started digging while he barked in encouragement and my hope was marginally restored.
Fox and JJ appeared, followed by Luther and I gritted my teeth as they started helping me, my brow furrowing as I set my gaze on my work and ignored them. My mind hooked on the moment I’d hauled Fox to safety after he’d nearly fallen to his death inside The Dollhouse. I wasn’t even entirely sure how I’d made the decision. One second I’d been ten feet away, the next I’d been flat on my stomach dragging him outa that hole and knowing I wasn’t gonna let him fall. Seemed like a mindfuck I wasn’t gonna explore though.
“That’s it, boys,” Luther encouraged. “Just keep working together.”
“Shut your mouth,” I snarled. “If you’re