Reese (Pack of Misfits #2) - Raven Kennedy Page 0,67

pussy while I slam my cock into you. I bet you’d launch like a rocket.”

“Are you trying to get out of trouble?” she asks, sweeping up broken silver bits in her hand and tossing it in the bag.

“Is it working?”

She tilts her head. “Actually, yeah.”

“Good,” I say with a smirk. I smack her ass on the way to the bathroom and find lovely assprints on the counter for me to wipe away. “Then let’s finish in here quickly so I can fuck you on the bed.”

“Here?” she squeaks.

I nod. “Here. Your memories in this room are rife with sexual frustration. I’m going to fix that.”

She smirks. “So magnanimous of you.”

“Yep. Now less talking, more fake dick cleaning,” I tell her.

She chucks a dildo at my head.

Never thought that would make me laugh, but what can I say? Reese continually surprises me.

21

Reese

There’s a knock on our bedroom door, startling me where I’ve been watching TV with Jetta quietly for the past hour. She doesn’t like to talk, so I’ve learned to just sit with her in silence. I’ve also learned a hell of a lot about how to get away with murders, since those seem to be the only TV shows she watches.

Since she’s closest to the door, she gets up and opens it, and I see Igor, the second-in-command, standing there. Right away, I know something is wrong. The big burly bald dude wouldn’t be here without good reason.

Jetta must know this too, because she tenses. “What’s wrong?”

“Alpha wanted me to let you two know that someone tried to surveil the compound last night,” he says.

Now it’s my turn to tense up.

“We have three theories as of right now,” Igor goes on, holding up three thick fingers. “It could be someone looking for you,” he says, looking at me. “It could be someone looking for you,” he repeats, this time looking at Jetta. “Or it could be someone from Rockhead causing trouble, since they like to test us from time to time.”

“You guys couldn’t pick up a trace?” Jetta asks.

Igor shakes his head. “The scent wasn’t familiar to any of the enforcers. Whoever came here last night didn’t stick around long. They were over by the south end of the fence, probably trying to find a weak spot to sneak in. One of the patrols saw them and scared them off,” he explains. “I’d like you two to come with me.”

“You want us to scent the spot to see if we recognize who it was,” Jetta guesses.

Igor tilts his head. “Yes.”

Jetta and I follow Igor outside and follow him to his car. He drives us over to the compound’s perimeter gate, and the guards open it with an electronic button from their tower. Igor turns and heads toward the south. He parks about a hundred feet away, and we hop out to follow him.

As Jetta and I round the truck, Igor points to the ground. “Tire tracks here. The male was driving a dirt bike. The tracks lead into the woods, do a few loops in different directions, and then they all end up at the paved street looking like they’re heading both right and left.”

Igor straightens up and stalks toward the fence. “This is where the enforcers saw the male.”

“Just one male?” Jetta asks as she looks on the ground. “No others?”

Igor shakes his head. “Not that the enforcer saw. I’d like you both to take your time and scent what you can. Feel free to shift into your animals to strengthen your senses if you need to.”

I nod and decide to shift since I’m way more used to picking up scents with my rat senses than I am my human ones. I shrink down to my rat and sift my way out of my clothing before peering around. It takes me a moment to get my bearings. It can be disorienting sometimes to go from my human height to my rat. Not only is she small, but her vision is different too.

Igor stays over by his truck, leaning against it with his arms crossed in front of him. Honestly, I’m surprised he can even cross those bazookas. His biceps have their own gravitational pull.

Jetta is at the fence line, crouched down with her head tilted. I guess she opted not to shift. I can’t help but be disappointed by that. I was kind of excited to see what animal she is.

I head over and start sniffing around, picking through every scent I can make out. There are quite