Still behind the counter, Jet moved toward the group of women, introducing herself with, “Hi, I’m Jet.”
One woman breathed, “Jet.”
The other four lifted their cameras and started taking pictures. Jet looked startled a moment, then she smiled her killer smile that took your breath away and more flashes lit the scene.
I felt Annette get close and I looked at her.
“Can you call one of the Hot Bunch and ask them to drop by?” she asked, might I add, insanely. “They don’t have to say anything. Just stand there so the girls can take their picture.”
“Do you want to survive until tomorrow?” I asked back.
“Yes,” she answered.
“Then no. I can’t call one of the Hot Bunch so he’ll drop by and pose for pictures.”
“Bummer,” she muttered.
“And just a reminder,” I started. “The place is bugged. This means Lee probably already knows this is happening. And the rest of the Hot Bunch. And that means I’ll say good-bye now because you’re probably gonna disappear in the night and never be seen again.”
“That. Would be. The bomb!” she exclaimed. “Tell your brother, if he sends someone to kidnap me, I pick Luke. But if he’s busy, Vance. No, wait!” she yelled. “Hector!”
“Hector?” one of the women called from her place at the coffee counter, but her eyes were scanning the space. “Where’s Hector?”
I couldn’t help it because, seriously, it was totally whacked, but I’d lived whacked for two years. It was also all kinds of funny.
So I burst out laughing.
And as I did so, I saw the camera flashes against my closed eyes.
* * * * *
“Baby.”
At Ren’s call, I whirled the tip of my tongue around the tip of his cock. I wrapped the hand I’d been using to stroke him tight and looked up his molded abs, his wide chest, to his face.
He was sitting up, back to the headboard, and I got a tingle in my happy place from the hot, dark look on his face as well as the knowledge he’d been watching my activities.
I no sooner caught his eyes when he curled toward me, grasped me under my arms and hauled me up his body.
His hand in my hair cupping my head, he slammed my mouth down on his and kissed me hard and wet while shifting and rolling so we were down the bed. We ended with me on my back, Ren on top of me.
No sooner had he got me there than he slid off and curled an arm around me, making me do a partial roll so my back was to his front. I felt my panties dragged over my ass and I held my breath as my happy place convulsed.
“Give me that,” he growled into my neck.
I gave it to him. I so did.
Tipping my booty so he could have access, he didn’t delay. One of his hands slid between my legs, his middle finger hitting me right where I needed it. His other hand slid up my chest so he could wrap his fingers around the underside of my jaw, holding firm, keeping me where he wanted me.
And last, he drove into me.
I’d forgotten about spooning, and right then that was top of my list of positions with Ren.
And serious to God, I loved this. Held captive by him, powerless to do anything but take what he gave me, but knowing he’d work to give me what I needed to take me there so I got it first before he took what he needed to get him there.
Amazing.
So amazing, I held still, whimpering and moaning, until it started to burn through me.