Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,61

on your clit.”

“Cooper.”

The angle wasn’t great, and my fingers were cramping, but she was going over, goddammit.

I pushed aside denim and lace and found her swollen. I managed to get my middle finger inside of her and tipped her forward enough to…there.

My name came out on a shattered sigh.

She threw her head back, and I laughed into her throat. “There you are. Drenching my cock through all this denim.”

She slumped down against me and wheezed out a breath. “God, dear God.”

“Cooper, dear Cooper.”

She giggled and kissed her way up my neck to my mouth. “You have the dirtiest mouth sometimes.”

“You like it.”

She bit my chin then grinned against my lips. “I love it.” She paused, and her eyes changed a little before she pulled back.

“Teagan?”

“What?” She crawled off my lap into the passenger seat and rearranged her clothes to cover up what I’d marked.

“Where did you go?”

“Nowhere. Just… It was intense.” She pushed her hair out of her face and twisted it up. She dug into her pocket for some magical girl hairband, and the curls were all contained with a flick of her wrist.

I shifted my abused cock and sat up. “We’re always intense.”

“I know. It’s…”

“Intense?” I offered.

She narrowed her eyes at me. “Don’t joke. How can it be this big all the time? God, I want to just devour you.”

“And that’s a bad thing?”

“Nothing can be this overwhelming forever. What if we use it all up?”

“First of all, that’s not gonna happen. Secondly, we were friends first. You know me better than anyone. Now you just know me naked too.”

She rolled her eyes, but her mouth tipped up into a smile. “Yeah, I guess so.” She glanced down at my strangled dick. “Sure you don’t want me to take care of that?”

I glanced over her shoulder at the twitch of curtains in the house we were parked near. “As much as I’d love that, I think we’ve given your neighbors enough of a show.”

As she looked over her shoulder, a flush zoomed up her neck. “See, this is what I’m talking about. I would never have done this before.”

“Like you never made out in a car.”

“Oh, plenty.”

My eyebrows lowered.

She laughed. “But not like this.” She leaned into me. “I’ve never come with any man like I do with you.”

“Any man?”

“That is what you focus on?”

I shrugged. “Answer the question.”

“I’ve been single for a while.” She gave me a peck on the mouth, and then opened the door. “Come on, let’s get this done.”

Fourteen

“Dammit.”

She was halfway down the sidewalk by the time I got my zipper surgically removed from my straining hard-on. Watching her heart-shaped ass sway in front of me didn’t help my situation as I caught up with her. I slid my hand into hers, and she looked up at me in surprise, but she quickly laced her fingers with mine.

Cole got out of the black car I’d spotted when we first arrived. He slid aviators onto his face and met us at the taped up door. “I was about to check the car if you two didn’t come out in the next five minutes.”

Teagan blushed. “We were talking.”

Cole gave us a bland look. “Have you checked out if we’re allowed on the premises?”

“The arson chief said we could go in today.” I tightened my hold on Teagan’s hand when she tried to slip away.

“Good enough.” Cole climbed the stairs and flicked off the tape. “Let me do a walk-through and make sure it’s safe.”

Teagan gnawed on her lower lip and craned her neck after him. “What does he think he’s going to find in there?”

“Think he’s more worried about who.”

“Oh.” Deflated, she slid her fingers of her other hand around my wrist.

Cole stuck his head out and waved us inside.

We followed him in, walking side by side. Just before she crossed the threshold, she hesitated. I wrapped my other arm around her then pulled her back into me for a moment. I lowered my lips to her ear. “Whatever it looks like, I’m here, okay?”

She nodded and took a deep breath then walked ahead of me, her hand still clamped in mine.

She gasped as she entered the foyer. Eighty percent of the room was a sickly dark gray ash soaked in water. It smelled like someone had drowned an ashtray full of cigarette butts. Her living room was a complete loss. The succulent plants that had been tucked into every spare corner were singed, and some had even split from the heat of the flames. The