We’re not going to make it.
Putting the recording on pause, Vic reached under the cushion next to him and palmed his nine. Who is it.Not a question. More like a warning.
Tom? Vic released the hold on the gun and sat up. Hold on.He groaned as he got to his feet, although that was a function of not just his bad shoulder and the sore leg, but because his vibe was being ruined.When he opened the door, he frowned. Chief Ashburn looked like he’d been pulled through a thorn bush backward, his face weary and drawn, his mouth a tight line—as if he didn’t want to be here any more than Vic wanted to welcome anybody into his crib.
What the hell happened to you? Vic demanded.Vic stepped back. I’m not a good listener, I give shitty advice, and I have all the compassion of a hunting knife, but sure, by all means, let me be your therapist.
The chief brushed by him. You got a real way with charm, Rizzo.
As he shut them in, Tom looked around and then went over to the sofa. I see you used the same decorator we did back at the old stationhouse. Cheap meets fraternity. Good call.Good, because that’s the one thing I can’t give you right now. He gripped her ass tight as he powered into her, knowing she could take it, loving the demanding prick of her claws. That’s right, sweetheart, show me how much you want it. Other times, Roni was reserved and distant. But here and now, she was open and honest in her responses; she didn’t hold back or hide what she wanted and felt. This was how he wanted her: open to him, accepting and unguarded.
Roni practically melted when his mouth latched onto her neck and suckled as he pounded into her harder, relentlessly, and so damn deep she felt him in her womb. God, no wonder females flocked to him. The guy knew exactly what he was doing, exactly where to touch, exactly how to use his cock. Reminded of how experienced he was, she couldn’t stop herself from slicing her claws into his back—leaving a temporary brand there for all the Zaras of the world to see. Oops.Marcus’s gaze snapped to hers. Marking me, sweetheart?
Embarrassed by her lapse in control, she scowled. Fuck you.He just smiled. Then you won’t mind that I’m going to mark you. When she shook her head in objection, he nodded. Oh, yes, I am. See, sweetheart, I can bite you, I can spank you, and I can take you however I want you, because when I’m inside this pussy, it’s mine.