Raid gave an easy chuckle and put his hands down. “Sorry for scarin’ you. It's alright now; it's over.”
Figuring he wouldn't be getting in any more kisses without an audience, Nasa yanked the seat lever to push him back upright, keeping his grip on Dillon's waist as he opened the door and got out with her held firmly against him.
“Did anyone get a good look at the driver or the shooter?”
Raid rocked back on his heels and huffed out a short, frustrated breath. “Nope. Their windows were tinted pitch black, but we'll run the plates.”
Nasa grunted, knowing 'we' meant him.
“I might have got a picture of the shooter,” Dillon announced with a huff. When Nasa twisted to look down at her in surprise, she scowled back. “What?”
“Nothin’.” He grunted, watching her turn bright pink when he reached down to adjust his suddenly raging hard cock in his jeans.
With a dismissive flick of her lashes to cover up the way she’d made eye contact with his erection, Dillon stepped around him to search the rear cab of the truck.
Nasa could actually feel the semen climbing up the length of his shaft, watching her bend over to search for where the inertia of the truck had thrown her cell.
He hissed in a slow, deep breath and pulled his hand down over his mouth, his eyes glued to the curve of her ass and how the muscles in her thighs flexed.
The motion of flipping up the back seat to lay down on her belly so she could look under the front seats caused visions of their future to flash before his eyes.
“Got it!” she announced, straightening up with a triumphant smile.
His fingertips sizzled when they made contact with Dillon’s hand to take her phone, and when he didn’t immediately do anything with it, amusement sparkled in her gaze as she let her brows slowly slide up.
“It’s not password protected,” she taunted playfully. Those four words were like the jolt of a cattle prod.
“What? Why not?” Nasa snatched the cell out of her hand, taken aback when it opened right up without any issue. He couldn’t believe it. “Dillon, you at least have to utilize the thumbprint lock.”
“Seriously? I snapped a photo of the dickhead shooting at us, and you’re nagging me about not having a password on my cheap-ass cell phone that has none of my personal data on it whatsoever?”
Raid gave a long, low whistle and looked from Dillon to Nasa with wide eyes. “Your girl might not have red hair, but I recognize that tone. Athena uses it right before she chooses violence.”
Nasa recognized it too and got to apologizing fast. “I’m an asshole about phone security, and I’m sorry. You were quick on your feet with the photos, and we wouldn’t have any chance at getting IDs on those fucktards without you.”
Dillon’s eyes narrowed in response to his attempt at a charming smile, and Nasa was forced to assume the dismissive click of her tongue was all the acceptance he would get from her.
With the temperature continuing to rise, he widened his stance a little to take the pressure off his balls and pulled up the string of photos Dillon had been smart enough to take.
Unfortunately, most of them were blurry, but there were enough individual shots to piece all the pixels together in order to form a clear image.
An engine roared, and it wasn't lost on him how Dillon put herself into a position that shielded him. Like he was weaponless and needed her protection.
No bones about it, his girl was a badass.
Nasa didn't get the opportunity to tell her she better stop being so sexy when he couldn't do anything about it because Tobias came bumping around the bend, rolled down the window of his ugly-ass truck, and started bitchin' like an old lady.
“This is total horseshit, guys. Y'all have prospects to do the trash runs, but here I am, and I don't see any trash.
"And I don't know what the hell you were thinkin' putting Duke up that tree. Himbo can't snipe the broad side of a barn, let alone a pair of rolling tires going warp speed. “
“Don't you start, asshole,” Duke snapped back at his partner, shouldering his rifle to flip Tobias off. “With that cast on your arm, you can't even aim to take a piss. Yeah, that's right. I heard Ever givin’ you shit about pissin' on the floor instead of in the bowl like a big boy.”
“I feel that pain, brother,” Roar called out.
Even with the cast, Tobias flipped Duke and Roar both off. “Fuck you, Himbo. What'd you do? Shoot your wad too early and scare the bad guys away? We needed prisoners to interrogate, you know?”
The trash talk escalated from there as the guys blew off steam post-attack.
When Dillon met his gaze and gave him that pissy little look of lust-fueled displeasure, strung tight as a piano wire and humming with tension, Nasa decided he gave exactly zero fucks.
He tipped her chin up and kissed her right there in front of everyone. When they came up for air, he nuzzled against her cheek.
“Ready to get out of here?”
Dillon blew out a shaky breath and nodded, going so far as to curl up under his chin for a minute. Nasa kissed her hair, lowering his mouth to her ear, his hand on her ass to pull her hips tight against his.
“Whip that gun out again, you little badass, and I might embarrass myself in front of my brothers.”
He felt her smile, and all was good in his world.
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
As soon as they walked through the door, Top wanted a full report, which meant Dillon had to wait while Nasa recounted every moment of their drive in flawless detail.
She didn't have anything to add, so she stood there with one hand around Elka's collar and the other firmly clasped in Nasa's.
The adrenaline of the chase still hummed through her body,
