Raiden (The Kent Brothers #2) - A.M. Hargrove Page 0,30

muddled my brain. “Okay, I won’t. Promise, but the fact they almost killed you upset me. It really hurt that you didn’t call, and I had to find out about it on the news. I get why, but it still gut-punched me.”

Her eyes searched mine, and she nodded. “I’m sorry too. It was a completely confusing night, and it overwhelmed me. In hindsight, I should’ve made that call. It was a colossal error on my part.”

“Scottie, I have missed you. Not seeing you has turned me into a grump, as Elena keeps telling me.”

“Well, then. Shall we do something about it?”

“If I recall, you told me on the phone you wanted me to lick your pussy and fuck you.”

“Then stop talking and start doing.”

As I pulled her against my body, she moaned.

“Scottie Sullivan, you’re mine, and mine alone.” My lips crashed onto hers as I took command of her mouth. When I released her mouth, I said, “Never ignore me again, or I might have to steal you away, then punish you.”

“Is that a promise?”

This woman was driving me to the brink of insanity. I pulled off the shirt she wore and unhooked her bra. Her fingers fumbled with my zipper as I undid hers. She was naked, but I wasn’t. “I’ll teach you to undress me. But later.” Brushing her hands aside, I made quick work of the job. Then I hoisted her up and pressed her body against the wall as I entered her. She was molten lava to my dick, and I couldn’t get enough. We caught each other’s rhythm and soon she was calling my name as her muscles clamped around me in a fierce orgasm. It brought on my own, and I knew I’d never be able to hold one off with her.

We both floated back down to earth in post-orgasmic bliss.

I nuzzled her neck and said, “I’m so happy you called, but I still owe you a good pussy licking. I’m sorry I jumped right in there.”

Her eyes locked with mine. “I’m not. It was amazing.”

“Scottie, I…”

Then the private elevator in the apartment dinged.

“Are you expecting anyone?”

“No!” We scrambled to dress.

“Where’s your gun?”

She ran toward the bedroom, and I followed. We closed the door behind us. Then we heard a movement in the room we’d just vacated. Scottie pushed a button on the wall next to the bed.

“What’s that?” I asked in a whisper.

“Alarm. Call Drex. Go into the bathroom and stay down.”

“What about you?”

“I’m staying here.”

We argued about that until a spray of gunfire hit the wall and door. Luckily, we were both near the floor, so everything missed us both. I pulled her arm, and we both landed in the bathroom.

My eyes searched the room. “Is there another way out of here?”

Scottie shook her head. We were trapped. Her single handgun was no match for what we were up against. “The door should hold. It’s bulletproof. Drex had this place sealed up tight. I can’t believe they got in.”

“Maybe, but the wall isn’t. I hope they don’t have any explosives.”

“Me too.”

The sound of relentless, rapid gunfire kept coming, and I prayed help would arrive soon.

“If they get through, I might get a clean shot at them.”

“How? This door won’t hold.”

“It’ll take them a while to blast through the wall. When they stop shooting, I’ll crack the door.”

I tried to persuade her otherwise, but she wouldn’t hear it. My phone dinged, and it was Drex. “Help is coming. Hang tight.” Easy for him to say. Where were the bodyguards? Most likely dead.

Then it became quiet. Too quiet. At least when they were shooting, we knew where they were. Scottie moved over to the door. I grabbed her hand. “You sure about this?” She nodded, turned the nob to open the door, but returned to the floor. Then she cracked it open. We heard voices. Her hand came up, gesturing for me to stay silent. She pushed opened the door and took aim. Pop, pop, pop. She hit the ground, and we waited but heard nothing.

I feared she’d go out there and they’d spray her with bullets. As she made to open the door, I tightened my hand around her ankle, shaking my head.

“Just wait until help arrives,” I whispered.

“I need to run a quick check.”

“It may be a trap.”

“I can’t sit and do nothing.”

When this was over, I would spank her until she couldn’t sit for a week.

I watched in horror as she opened the door and raised her weapon. Then I heard