tucked under Seth’s chin. Seth’s now softened cock pulled from Lindsey’s hole. Deep inside, Lindsey’s wolf sighed, curled in a metaphorical ball, and slept. Home free.
Their chests rose and fell together. Seth hummed. Such a nice contented sound. What did the man think about Lindsey’s behavior? Hell, he’d worry about that later. When had he ever been this happy?
The soft ringing sounded one fucking lot like the cosmic joker striking. Lindsey raised his head an inch. “Are you on duty?”
“Nope.”
“Can you let it go to voice mail?” Hope. Hope.
“Nope.”
“Shit.”
“Yeah.”
The phone stopped. Silence. Saved by the—
It started ringing again.
Lindsey sighed and lifted off Seth’s chest. He slid from the bed and dug through the pile of clothes, the ringing becoming louder with each layer removed. Finally, he grabbed the ringing phone from Seth’s jeans and handed it to him.
“Zakowsky.” He listened. “No problem. I was, uh, asleep.” More listening. “Shit. I’ll be right there.” He clicked the phone off.
Heart sinking time. “What?”
Seth was off the bed and practically running to the bathroom. “Another kidnapping.”
“Damn. Anyone I know?”
“Not sure yet. He said another prominent family, so probably. I just have to get to the station.”
He disappeared into the bathroom. A few seconds later, he came out. “That’s a helluva bathtub you got there.”
“Care to share sometime?”
Seth grinned. “Count on it.” He dragged on his shirt, then slipped on the jeans over skin and tucked the whole thing together. He sat on the chair to pull on his boots. “Sorry I have to go like this. I was really looking forward to a slow morning with you. But this is cop life.”
Lindsey grabbed a silk robe from the back of the bathroom closet and pulled it on. “I’m sure that’s true.”
“I hope you won’t mind it too much.”
Lindsey froze. Had Seth just said he wanted Lindsey around long enough to get used to his schedule? He looked toward Seth, who was busily adjusting his clothes. He didn’t mean it. Did he?
Seth got up and walked to Lindsey. “Any chance I could see you again tonight? I mean, tomorrow?” He laughed. “You know what I mean.”
His heart beat in his throat. “Yes, I know and yes, I’d love to. I have a late morning business meeting tomorrow, but after that, I’m flexible. Call me. I’ll leave the evening open.”
Seth leaned in and pressed his lips against Lindsey’s. Soft. Sweet. Hmm. Warm. Hotter.
“Whoa.” Seth pulled back. “Investigating a crime while in a fully erect condition may be distracting.” He kissed Lindsey’s nose. “Tonight—no, the whole afternoon and evening—was wonderful. Thank you.” He walked to the door of the suite. “I’ll find my way out. See you tomorrow.”
Lindsey stared after him with a hand pressed to his own chest. Amazing. Sex with Lindsey didn’t scare the man at all. It seemed to turn him on. How could he ever have been so lucky as to find a guy like Seth? Sadly, his heart wanted to get involved. He could feel it. The organ throbbed in time to Seth’s pulse. But it couldn’t happen. Could it?
Lindsey shook his head. Forget it. Who was kidnapped? Where are they?
He ran to his laptop.
Seth piloted the bike toward the address he’d been given. Really ritzy. Not too far from the Vanessens. Another rich kidnapping victim. Shit, it had to be an inside job. These people had security and kept their schedules to themselves. Somebody knew. Probably somebody from that country club. Somebody who knew Lindsey.
God, what was he doing with the rich man? Fucking him? Just thinking about that guy on his cock about sent him and the Kawasaki into the ditch. Shit, Lindsey was epic in bed. Seth had never dreamed he’d find a lover as aggressive as he was. People always told him he was so dominant he should try BDSM, but shit no. He didn’t want some sub saying “yes, master” to him. He wanted a warrior to fight him for control, and bite and scratch to win. Who’d have dreamed that would be rich queen Lindsey Vanessen? He shivered.
He still didn’t know what he’d do if any of the guys from the department saw them together. No, seeing was okay. Lindsey looked really pretty and his loafers were fucking purple, but he was tall and athletic. Not too bad. If anyone met him, though—jeez. Sometimes he toned it down, but you never knew when the next “darling” would slip out from between those pink lips. But Seth’s cock did not care one tiny prick’s worth if