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“How do you know how much thinking I’m doing?”
“The damn grinding gear shifts woke me up. What’s on your mind?”
“Your friend was shot, Jag. That easily could have been you and I fucking hate it.”
He turned me onto my back and leaned onto his torso so we were chest to chest, deep brown eyes smiling and serious as they seared through me. “I’m glad you hate it because it means you care but this is my life Vivi.”
I knew that, I’d been telling myself that since he picked me up from Lasso and Rocky’s place. His life was constant danger and threats. It was something I needed to keep telling myself until it stuck. “I’m aware, Jag. Doesn’t mean it’s a pleasant experience. Anyway, I was just … plotting.”
His smile widened as his lips closed in on me, pressed against mine slow and sensual. “You’re really sexy when you go all evil genius on me, you know that?”
“Tell me more,” I purred and wrapped my arms around his neck. My legs followed suit as his hips pressed against mine, not enough to give me exactly what I wanted but just enough to send shards of light shooting out behind my eyes.
“I do more showing than talking,” he said with a laugh, the blunt tip of his cock resting right at my opening, making me clench with desire. I spread my legs wider and Jag began to fill me magnificently. Beautifully. Spectacularly.
“Jeremiah, please.” My back arched into him and his hands gripped my waist hard and pounded into me, fucking me to within an inch of my life. He thrust deep until I cried, until I moaned and called out his name like he was the only one who could save me. Who could keep me from flying off into the stratosphere as my orgasm crashed over me in thick, heavy waves that made me feel drugged. Like I was having an out of body experience. “Fuck me, Jag. That was…”
“Intense?”
“As fuck,” I agreed as we both laughed in the sexually charged moment. I groaned when Jag’s ringing cell phone began skipping across the nightstand beside him. “You’re popular.”
“It’s an unknown number.” He frowned at the screen and I could see the hesitation on his face.
“Answer it.” I snatched the phone from his hand and pressed the talk button. And then the speakerphone.
“Yeah,” he barked into the phone.
“You’ve gone too fucking far, nerd boy. I’ll make sure you and your whole fucking club pays for this, asshole!” It was Vigo Rizzoli. I’d played the recording of his voice at least a hundred times before, so I was certain of that.
“I’m gonna need more details than that, Macaroni.”
He growled into the phone. “My fucking money. You fucking stole all of my money and I know it was you. Give it back and this won’t get ugly.”
Jag held up a hand to stop the smartass remark poised to leap off my lips. “Money? Why on earth would I want a few thousand dollars when we have several profitable businesses?” He was doing his best to sound like some suburban poindexter, which only pissed Rizzoli off more.
“Don’t fuck around with me Jag! I will end you and that bitch of yours. But first I’ll let all my boys have a ride on that sweet pussy and then I’ll put a bullet between her motherfuckin’ eyes.”
Jag clenched his jaws and fists as he listened to the vitriol coming from the phone and I knew he was angry. More than angry. “The same way your boys tried—and failed—to take out me and my crew? Glad to see you rodents are keeping your standards as low as ever.”
“Put the money back, Jag.” His voice was low and infused with steel to show he meant business. Jag only grinned at the phone.
“I don’t know what the fuck you’re talking about, Vigo but I wish I had stolen your chump change just so I’d be the one responsible for causing you this pain, but it wasn’t me. Your sparkling personality must have pissed someone else off.”
“Fucking liar! Get ready for war you piece of shit.”
Jag reached for the phone, but I took three steps away from him. “If anything happens to Jag or any of his friends or any of their family, you will never see that money again. Test me and I’ll take even more.” I ended the call. “Talking to that greaseball makes me feel dirty. I feel like I need a shower now.”
He grinned and licked his full lips while I let my gaze slide down to the tent in the sheet over his lap. “Yeah, Vivi. Really fucking hot when you go all evil genius.”
Normally I’d hate a nickname like that but coming from Jag it sounded kind of all right. “Yeah? You all hot and bothered, Jag?” Hands on my hips, I stood tall and took a step toward hi
m. He nodded and beckoned me closer.
“Hell yeah, I am.” He stroked his naked cock, already thick and hard and ready. And all for me. “But…you stole Vigo Rizzoli’s money?”
“Not really. Right now it’s just in a kind of limbo where it exists but doesn’t. If I’m dead the money will stay where it is. Forever.”
“Why?”
