Ruthless Kings - Laura Lee Page 0,37
stronger. Jazz's eyes widen when I approach the walk-in closet, and the green light quickly turns to red, indicating there's a surveillance device nearby.
“Paranoid, my ass,” I whisper, giving her an I told you so look.
My jaw clenches, knowing someone has been spying on Jazz. One thing's for damn sure; now, the people living in this house are definitely high on my suspect list. I carefully run my hand over the trim above the door until my fingertip snags on a slight dip in the wood. Sure enough, right on the upper corner of the doorframe, is a pinhole camera that could easily be mistaken for a finishing nail.
Fuck.
My eyes travel over the room as I stand beneath the camera. Depending on how wide the angle is, whoever is on the other end of that thing, can likely see the entire room. Her bed is directly in front of the closet door, so at the very least, the camera has a perfect view of that. I take deep breaths, trying to calm the rage brewing inside of me. If someone has been watching Jazz the entire time she’s lived here, who knows what they’ve seen when she was under the illusion of privacy.
I think back to the day we overheard our fathers talking. Thank fuck I had the sense to cover our voices with loud music when we spoke about it, but there was some dry humping that occurred right on that bed afterward. My fists clench, and my nostrils flare as I figure out my next move. I don't want to tip anyone off by removing the camera until I can talk to John and see if we can trace it, but I definitely don't want this fucker watching my girl.
Sadly, if I covered it, the person on the other end would know they’ve been made. I finish scanning the room and move on to her attached bathroom, carefully cupping my hand over my detection device so it can’t be seen. I leave the ensuite, where thankfully, there were no additional devices and approach Jazz's bed.
She eyes me carefully when I kneel onto the California King, moving closer until I’m hovering right above her. I’m careful not to put any weight on her—the last thing I want to do is cause her more discomfort. It doesn’t go unnoticed she’s not uttering a single word of protest. Nor does the fact that her nipples could probably cut through glass right now. Christ.
When I lean into her ear and whisper, her breath hitches, "There's a micro-camera lens embedded into the upper right corner of the doorframe to your closet. I'm guessing it has audio, too. Everything you do or say is probably being recorded or watched on a live feed. It's the only recording device my scanner detected, so your bathroom is still a safe place to talk. Blink twice if you heard me.”
I pull back just enough to see Jazz blink twice. She gasps when my mouth presses against her neck, lightly sucking on the delicate skin. I’m doing this for appearances, but once my lips are on her, I can’t seem to help myself.
Her back arches slightly when my tongue snakes out. “Kingston, what are you doing?”
I groan at the sound of her breathy voice. The last time I heard it, I was balls deep inside of her. “Come back to my place. I fucking miss you when you’re not with me.” It’s a true statement, but the words are meant to be heard by anyone watching. I nibble on her earlobe before lowering my voice again. “I need an excuse for both of us to be in the bathroom so we can talk. Just run with it, okay?”
She cups her hands on either side of my jaw and gives me a slight nod. Jazz shivers when my hand glides up her side, lightly brushing her breast.
“Didn’t you say you wanted to take a shower? I could wash your back for you.”
She casually looks in the direction of her closet then the bathroom door. “Oh, can you now?”
I smile. “I’m selfless like that.”
Fuck, I really wish I didn’t plant that visual in my brain. Now, I can’t stop picturing Jazz in the shower, her naked body all wet and soapy. She smiles coyly as I take her hand and lead her into the bathroom.
Jazz takes a seat on the vanity bench while I run the water. There isn't anywhere else to sit nearby, so I lower my body to