Delinquents Turned Fugitives - Ann Denton Page 0,115

purple ‘choker’ out of the escapade, which had been a closer call than I’d ever admit to them. While Teddy was the official public hero, the only reason my windpipe hadn’t been crushed was because Andros had rewound Muller by milliseconds each time I’d stopped screaming. He knew and I knew that I’d played chicken and come close to crashing and burning.

It was worth it.

Evan, on the other hand, was just a mother hen.

But he was my mother hen and the ice cream and foot rubs aspect of his fussing was nice, so I let him do as he pleased.

He’d written a Healing Spell for me, but I’d absolutely refused the offers from Z and Andros to help speed it up.

“You need your magic at full power for tonight,” I’d told them.

Eventually, I’d even shooed Evan away, telling him to go practice writing spells that would jam up norm guns. “We’ll have enough magic obstacles to overcome, I don’t want to deal with guns, too.”

“Sure thing.” He’d pecked my lips and gone off to practice.

Andros had found me outside after I’d run to the bathroom and given me a quick “power up” that was hot as hell. He’d grabbed my shoulder while I was walking and slammed me into the brick wall, up against a mural that endorsed the deliciousness of corn dogs. He had loomed over me, backlit by the afternoon sun.

His kiss had crushed my lips and my heart, crumpling my protests like a soda can beneath his foot. He’d nipped at my lips before he’d reached out and tweaked my nipples. “I’m taking you right here, right now,” he’d whispered.

And without further preamble, Andros had pushed down the stretchy, black yoga pants I’d been lounging in.

Right in the middle of an open walkway.

In mid-afternoon.

His thick fingers had slid aside my panties and teased me until I’d started shaking in his hold.

“Someone will see,” I’d whispered nervously.

“Let them watch,” he’d growled.

For some reason, his naughty disregard for getting caught had only made me hotter even though I glanced nervously down the hall every few seconds, both wanting to get caught and not wanting ‘getting caught’ to ruin the mood, unable to decide between the two.

His fingers thrummed on my clit and tapped my g-spot at the same time, making me gasp as I got close.

“Wait for me,” he’d ordered, sliding his fingers slowly out of me and then unbuckling his belt, shoving his pants and boxers down just enough to free his massive cock. He’d slowly impaled me, his hands sliding down my legs and hitching over the back of them, lifting me up and pressing me into the wall so he could thrust deeper.

One hand had teased my ass while he stroked. And when he commanded me to touch my own clit, I’d come almost instantly.

My bruises had faded quite a bit after that rapid little session. I’d had to go take a pseudo-shower in the nasty employee bathroom in order to clean up, but also to cool myself down because one round with Andros had just made me want another. And we didn’t have time—we needed to get everything together before the vampires woke from their sleep inside the Wacky Shack. We needed to have everything ready so we could hit the Institute tonight. With Muller disabled, it was the best shot we had at getting in and out without the possibility of pinheads on our tail. They wouldn’t have a new person spearheading the case immediately, and we needed to strike while the iron was hot.

When I walked back to the picnic area, attempting to hide how bow-legged I was after getting fucked good and hard, I found all the guys tinkering with different aspects of the job.

Malcolm was checking up on the media. He was listening to the police scanners for us. But he was also just so fascinated by the public outrage over the attack that he was scrolling through the social media accounts of each person who’d been at the funeral.

The entire funeral party had been drawn over by Teddy’s screams and the scene. Hundreds of people had witnessed it and were now eager to share their version of the story.

I heard one guy say, “That detective man, he was something else. He wouldn’t listen to reason. It was like he was possessed.”

He didn’t mean it literally, but all of us around the table laughed.

I got an extra chuckle out of it as I recalled what I’d whispered up at Muller, just