Play Mine (Brooklyn Dawn #3) - Cari Quinn Page 0,66

fragile skin then placed it over the opened zipper. “Let me hear you come.”

Her soft, mewling moans were going to follow me into my grave.

I tried to keep my eyes on the road and nearly rear-ended a cab in front of me as I caught her fingers circling her clit with ruthless strokes. My cock pulsed behind my zipper in reaction.

I fumbled the remote out of my pocket and flicked it to intermittent pulses, and she shuddered out my name as she strained against the seatbelt. She had one hand on her breast, tugging at her nipple and the other buried deep inside of her.

Right where I wanted to be.

“Fuck.”

“Off. Turn it off.” She twisted in her seat then tugged her hand out of her pants and held it to my lips. I grabbed her wrist and sucked each one until there was not one bit of her remaining. She watched me lick her, those huge eyes dark with want.

We came to a stop on a side street at a stop sign. I didn’t wait, simply leaned across the console and covered her mouth. Even with a horn blaring behind me, I kissed her hungrily, and then breathed her in and groaned before I reluctantly let her go.

I flicked the remote off, and she sagged in her seat.

“This is my new favorite toy in all the world,” she said with a laugh.

“You make me nuts.”

She was still turned in her seat, facing me. “You like it.”

“Damn right.”

She reached over to me and tucked the tip of her finger in my dimple. “These don’t come out enough.”

“More since you.”

Her smile was soft. “Yeah, I guess that’s true.” Her eyelids fluttered down then she yawned hugely. “My turn to fall asleep immediately after an orgasm.”

“Never going to live that down, am I?”

She smiled and slipped into sleep.

Part of me wanted to turn on the little piece of wonder, but the other part of me was glad she was getting some rest. It had been an emotional day all around.

The extra twenty minutes with her sleeping allowed me to calm the fuck down. Thankful for the parking garage that was a perk to the penthouse, I pulled in. Lila, being Lila, had procured Cole a spot as well. I didn’t want to think about how much that cost.

Then again, security was a large part of my building’s amenities. They probably had some sort of deal with security agencies around the city. Roth was a big name especially in New York.

I nodded to Cole who’d pulled up next to me, and then I leaned over to Teagan, kissing each closed eyelid. “Wake up, babe.”

She moaned and pushed at my chest. “Go away.”

“Come on. Inside. We’re home.”

Her lips turned down. “My home is gone.”

“Aww, baby.” I cupped her face. “It’s not gone.”

Her eyes fluttered open. “It’ll never be the same.”

“No, it won’t. But we can try to make it better. Together.”

She touched my lips with her forefinger. “Together?”

“Always.” At her frown, I nipped her fingertip. “You ready to go in?”

“Yeah. I could really use a shower.”

“You and me both. Guess we’ll just have to do that part together, huh?”

“I mean, if we gotta. Water conservation and all.”

I buried my nose into her neck until she giggled, and then I pulled away. “Let’s go before we give Cole any more of a show.”

She winced. “Right.”

Thankful for elevators and Uber Eats, I managed to get her settled in my place. I ordered food for us while she showered in peace. I was tempted to go in with her, but the circles under her eyes, plus her obvious emotional exhaustion had me rethinking my plans.

We had an unexpected delivery with our meal. After Cole checked it over, we discovered two hefty boxes of clothing with a note from Daisy. She’d gone on a shopping spree. Since she knew Teagan’s style and sizes, she was able to get her a few things to hold her over until she could figure out what was salvageable from her house. Which was a good thing because the bag of clothes Cole had brought didn’t leave her with much.

After our very late lunch—tacos pretty much made anyone feel better—Cole left us to our own devices, choosing to head into the guest room to make more phone calls. He brought in a suitcase with him, which reinforced that lovely we are not alone feeling.

By the time we cleaned up, Teagan was pretty much asleep on her feet.

“Nap?”

She was halfheartedly looking at her phone, nearly