I wrapped my arms around her. I was determined not to pass out like I had that first time. It probably made me a goddamn chump, but Christ, she wrung me out every time.
Every time, it felt like I was touching the sun.
I tucked my chin along her shoulder and held her as tightly as she held me.
“How can it be like that every time?”
I smiled into her skin again. “I don’t know, but look how much time we wasted. We could have been doing this for years.”
She kissed her way up my neck to my scratchy, beardy cheeks and finally, to my lips. Then she winced and tried to pull away. “Dragon breath.”
I chuckled. “Me?”
“No, me.” She tried to get up, but I caught the back of her neck and dragged her in for a long, slow kiss. There was not one corner of her mouth I left untouched. She tasted of sunshine and happiness. In our insane life, she was my one constant.
I drew back, grinning back at her soft smile. When she opened her eyes, they were dreamy in that girlish way she had about her. If any other woman looked at me like that, I’d have been doing backflips in my rush off the bed, but her? I wanted to show her how good we were together before she got too thinky.
Before we got back to the reality of the bus full of idiots I loved as much as my family.
I leaned back in for maybe round six, when my phone buzzed on the bedside table.
“Ignore it,” I said against her mouth.
She slanted her mouth along mine, deepening the kiss.
I gripped her ass, pulling her forward to wrap around me again. Her strong fingers slipped around my shaft to grip me just right.
“More,” I murmured.
She tightened her grip, and then pushed me onto my back. She inched back and lowered her head to lick the tip of my dick. “Like this?” She squeezed the base of my cock and covered me, taking me deep.
“Fuck.” I lifted my head to watch her as my phone rumbled again.
She freed me with a pop and swiped at her mouth with the back of her hand. “Could be important.”
“It could be Lila herself, and I’d tell her to fuck right off.”
She grinned and licked her lips before taking me inside her mouth again, watching me as she went deeper with each stroke.
Christ, she was going to kill me dead.
I raked my fingers into my hair so I wouldn’t grip hers. I didn’t trust myself just then. Not when she took me so deep I could feel the back of her goddamn throat without a single gagging noise.
“You’re a fucking miracle.”
She hummed around me and pumped as she took a breath and went for more. Her other hand disappeared under her.
“Are you fingering yourself?”
“Mmm-hmm.” She grinned around the head of my cock, flicking her tongue along the lower rim. “You taste good. Watching all those muscles…” She dragged the tip of her nail through the coarse hair at the top of my cock to the sensitive flesh below my navel then over to follow the carved lines I worked hard for. I silently thanked Zane for dragging me into the gym all the time.
Her other hand came up, slick from her pussy, and coated my cock before she rubbed the tip against her nipple. Her other hand was busy scraping her short nails over my abdominal muscles. “Hard everywhere.”
My fucking phone buzzed again and I growled. “Are you kidding me?”
She laughed and rolled off me to grab it.
“No!”
“Hello.”
I slammed my head into the mattress.
“Hello, Zane.”
I lifted my head.
“Umm. Well, Cooper was in the other room.” She winced. “You know I’m staying here since the brownstone is… Yeah.”
I rolled onto my side and propped my head on my hand, watching the blush slide up her chest and light her face. This should be good.
“You want to talk to Cooper? Mmm-hmm.” Her brow furrowed. “Is everything okay? All right, hang on.” She held out the cell to me. “He really wants to talk to you.”
Her body language had changed from amused by the intrusion to hurt. Her shoulders hunched, and she stole the sheet off the bed.
“Teag?”
She waved me off and tucked the sheet around her chest.
“What the hell did you say to her, Z?”
“Why is she answering your phone? And why did it take three tries, for fuck’s sake?”
My eyebrows headed for the sky. Zane hardly ever got annoyed. “I had it on silent from last night.”
“Is there a reason you needed it on vibrate?”
“Is there a reason you’re asking?”
My shoulders tightened as Teagan turned on her heel and headed for the bathroom. Christ, I didn’t know what to say. We hadn’t had the whole ‘who are we telling’ conversation. Not that we’d been especially careful at the club last night.
The door slammed.
Shit.
“We can talk about the fact that you two are boning later.”
“Dude.”
“You didn’t say no. I have bigger problems. I need you to come get me and bring your checkbook.”
“Excuse me?”
“I don’t think they take credit cards or Apple Pay.”
“Who doesn’t?”
“Brooklyn PD.”
“Say what now?”
“I tried to call Oz, but he hung up on me. Said he was busy.”
I rubbed my hand along the back of my neck. “Did you tell him what it was about?”
“He didn’t give a shit, he was naked.”
I was too, but it didn’t seem prudent to own up to that right then. “I thought you were only supposed to get one phone call?”
Zane sighed. “I may have sweet-talked the chick who did my fingerprints. Fingerprints, fucking hell.”
I couldn’t remember the last time I’d heard Zane so keyed up. He was the one we went to for Zen.
“Okay, calm down.”
“I’m in fucking jail. And I can’t—the night is a blur, man. I can’t calm down. I just gotta get out of here. My head is fucking splitting. I had two freaking drinks. I don’t understand how this could happen.”
“Okay, okay. We’ll figure it out.”
Zane’s voice lowered to
