“Love the sounds you make,” I mumbled into his abs as I made my way between his legs.
Micah looked down at me as I began to suck his tip, and he threw his head back in a curse.
“Fuck. Feels so fucking good.”
I bet it fucking did. I currently had his cock all the way to the back of my throat, trying to take a deep breath so I could take more in. I pulled back only to suck him in again, one of my hands playing with his balls. He was letting out the sexiest moans as I fucked him with my mouth. When he noticed that I was already touching myself while I went down on him, he began to pull my hair and fuck my throat.
It was the hottest thing ever, watching him let go for me.
“Fuck, Cruz…I’m…shit.”
He tried to push my shoulders, but instead I sucked him deeper. He came with a loud groan, and soon after, I came all over my mattress.
Micah had slept soundly wrapped around me, and that was enough to sustain me for what would go down with Big Dog today.
With Ricky, nothing was ever what it seemed. And I knew if the quack church was involved, there was something bigger for Big Dog to gain other than making a buck or two from the church people.
It was only a matter of time before I found out exactly what. When I got to the church, my heart dropped when I saw the members all standing outside in red robes.
“These people are nuts,” I told myself as I parked my car and got out.
Jorge was already talking to whom I assumed was their leader.
“Our last member is here,” he said, and gave me a relieved look. “Now you can tell us what you need us to do.”
The man whom I assumed was the leader looked to be in his mid-fifties. Tall with a head of hair that was more gray than black, and the build of someone who used to be an athlete.
“We need some cargo transported to our prayer grounds.”
“Prayer grounds?” I questioned since we were currently at their weird little church.
“This is our church. Our prayer grounds are private property that we own…land where we can worship in peace without anyone judging us.”
Well, that wasn’t creepy or anything. Of course, I was being sarcastic, and judging by the look Jorge gave me, I wasn’t meant to ask any questions.
27
GRAYSON
“Tell me about the church.” I glanced in the rearview mirror at Micah, who’d spread out our paraphernalia all over the back seat of my SUV. He nodded, flashing me a quick smile before his attention returned to his laptop screen. In the passenger seat next to me, Ava exhaled unsteadily, and I slid my hand onto her tense thigh, stroking circles with my thumb. Some of her tension melted away, but I could tell she was still on edge. We all were.
Fucking Cruz. Why did he have to get himself involved in this shit and make us worry about him?
“The New Horizons Fellowship of Enlightenment was established in 1992. It…uh, they seem to be all about enlightenment, rather than following a specific god?”
When I glanced back at Micah again, he was chewing his lip, deep in thought as he studied his screen.
“I don’t get what that has to do with the shit Cruz is involved in,” I said finally.
“None of us do. A job’s a job?” Micah suggested.
Ava huffed out a breath. “I wish he wouldn’t be so careless with his own safety. Doesn’t he know he has people who care about him?”
“It’s not even about the location.” My jaw clenched as I thought about the way he had this cavalier fucking attitude, that he could handle his own shit. And yeah, okay, he could handle himself. But when he was making shady bargains, and his deals with Big Dog were getting dragged into the shit we were involved in, then we had a responsibility to step in. Not to mention the apparent involvement of his uncle.
Then there was the photo, which I knew had shaken him, and it was another reason we were on this mission to keep an eye on him. We were gonna do whatever we could to protect him, whether he liked it or not.
The fact that he didn’t know we were following him was a bonus. I smirked to myself, thinking about how pissed off he’d be when he inevitably found out.
