Total pages in book: 86
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 79338 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 397(@200wpm)___ 317(@250wpm)___ 264(@300wpm)
“Fuck, Mila,” groans Scrapper. He's close, again.
Mack's pounding me like a truck, true to his name. Every thrust rocks me hard, his thickness pressing cum out of me to drip down and cool my skin. Reaper moans as I let him pop from my mouth and take Scrapper in, and then back again. This time, my boobs are bouncing all over, and I don't care. Not until we’re all wrung dry.
Everything builds to a peak and then spirals at once. The hot surges that have been coursing through me suddenly collide in my core. As fireworks explode on the insides of my eyelids, Mack fills me with all he's got and lets go with a throaty groan. Scrapper curses a quiet, “Fuck,” and then something hot and wet spatters all over my breasts. Reaper only hisses, and then I taste his second load spilling over my tongue, as my whole body goes tight around Mack's spurting cock.
We couldn't have timed it better if we'd tried.
When I finally look around, it looks like a bomb just went off in the middle of the room, clothes everywhere and all of us breathing heavily and grinning like idiots.
“That's the hottest fucking thing I've ever been part of,” says Scrapper with a pleased sigh.
He's right. The first time together was mind-blowing, but now that there's more to it? Now that we're connecting on a whole different level than just a one-night stand? God, this was so freaking intense. But I'm not quite ready to make words yet, so I just nod.
“We might have to replace the couch,” notes Reaper.
“Oh God.” And then I start laughing, unable to stop. I needed this. A release, a way to ground myself again. And to remember that I've got the guys at my back, no matter what happens. When I finally get my laughter under control, I gesture towards the bathroom. “Maybe one of you big, strong men could get some towels?”
Instead, Mack scoops me up into his powerful arms. “How about a shower?”
That sounds good too, and amazingly enough, we manage to fit all four of us in there, even if it's kind of tight and we have to rotate who stands in the actual shower. Just another proof that when we work together, there's nothing we can't do.
30
MILA
“What do you have for us?” asks Reaper.
Scrapper sits on one of the couches in the common room and pulls me onto his lap. Apparently Jupiter remembers me, because as soon as we sit down, he jumps up next to me and lays his head on my thigh, looking up at me with big hopeful eyes. So obviously I give him a scratch behind the ears. Eagle-eye is nowhere to be seen, but I wouldn't put it past him to have heard me down here and let the dog out of his office.
Snark pulls the flash drive from his pocket and tosses it my way. Jupiter perks up in case it’s a treat, but I’m faster. “Alright, I've hit paydirt on both the phone number and the chat logs on the flash drive.”
I don't stop scratching Jupiter's ears, but I sit up, curious and eager for something that can help us get these guys off my back, and hopefully keep Danny safe in the process.
“Tracking this down was a lot harder than I expected. Had to bounce through all sorts of telecom nodes, bust some ICE, trace some actual physical wire—”
“Stop making shit up and give us the deets,” Reaper cuts him off.
With a grin like he's not sorry at all, Snark continues, “Fine, but I'm not joking when I say this was buried deep. But the phone number, once I bounced my way through the system, was provided by the office of a Judge Royce Kincaid. Familiar?”
“Motherfucker,” growls Mack. “I knew that guy was crooked.”
“Or someone in his office is,” says Snark. “I couldn't trace it to him specifically. Just that someone at city hall, based in his office, managed to have that number created and has been managing it. It could just mean that whoever you're after is an infiltrator.”
Scrapper frowns. “Still, that means there’s a connection between Mullerby and Kincaid’s office, and we don’t have to assume everyone’s innocent until proven guilty. If you ask me, he’s our man.”
“And you would be right to think that,” continues Snark, and his grin widens even further if that's even possible, “Because the chat logs from Mila's flash drive were, chef’s kiss. Good job digging these up. Also, that pudding porn was something, huh? I don’t get it, but I don’t not get it, you know?”
All three of my guys blink. “Pudding porn?” asks Reaper, sounding really, really confused.
“Not important for the case. I'm sure Mila can tell you about it.”
Reaper turns to me. “Pudding porn?”
I shake my head. “Later. Come on, Snark, what did you find?”