Joe is slumped across the console. Blood soaks the upholstery beneath him, spreading across the dash and dripping down toward the floorboard. Something warm clings to my hairline and slides down the side of my temple.
I glance back at Brooke through the glass.
“Part of his brain is in my hair,” I sigh. “Yeah, baby. He’s pretty fucking dead.”
Travis has climbed out of the SUV and walks over to join her, stopping beside her as he looks through the glass at the mess inside.
He lets out a quiet breath.
“Well,” he says dryly, “there goes our lead.”
I reach into Don’s jacket with fingers still slick with blood, pull out his phone, and wipe it off on his sleeve.
“Good,” I scroll through the phone. “Then let’s see who else wants a turn.”
Outside, Brooke has already started back toward the truck with her gun lowered, Travis falling into step beside her as he looks over the scene.
He glances back at me. “Should we get rid of them or something?”
I step out of the car and take one last look at the bodies slumped in the seats.
“Nah, let them know.”
I shut the door.
“This is what coming for us looks like.”
Chapter 40
Brooke
Warm light pools across the room, casting a low golden glow over the rumpled sheets and the headboard behind him. “CPR” plays quietly from the speaker on the nightstand, the bass slow and soothing as the vocals drift through the air. The rhythm settles into a steady pulse that mirrors the heat building between us.
Seth leans back against the headboard, the sheets kicked completely off him and tangled near the foot of the bed.
I'm between his legs.
My hands rest on his thighs as I move over him, my mouth warm and slow around his cock while the music hums quietly behind us. His fingers are threaded through my hair, guiding the pace and watching every movement.
His thumb brushes along my jaw when I pull back for air, my lips sliding off him before I lean forward again. I take him deeper this time, my tongue dragging slowly along him as his grip tightens in my hair.
During training earlier, we made a bet.
I told him to stop holding back. If he is going to train me, he needs to treat me like someone who could actually kill me.
Whoever lost the sparring match has to go down on the winner.
Of course Seth won.
But this really isn’t much of a punishment for me.
I love having his cock in my mouth more than anything.
I lean forward and take him deeper, my throat tightening as I force myself to relax enough to take more of him. The thick head of his cock presses deeper until my throat strains around the length of him, the pressure restricting my airway before I slowly pull back again.
I lift my head and wipe the corner of my mouth with the back of my hand, my other hand still wrapped around him.
“I’m sorry,” I murmur.
