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The last of his self control flees as his stomach revolts and he lets loose the many drinks he’s consumed right on the ground beneath him. He tries to hold himself up, he tries to fight the darkness, but it’s no use.
He’s gone.
32
So warm. So nice. So…hard. Oh, that’s just Ezra’s rock hard pecs. What a way to wake up. A girl could get used to this. Maybe I already have.
Wait…what did we do last night? There was breakfast, then fun times with Nic, then…
“What time is it?!” I bolt upright, my heart hammering in my chest.
“Jesus fucking Christ! Warn a guy before you come back from the dead withthatkind of entrance, would you?” Kai dramatically exclaims from somewhere in the room.
“Shit. Sorry!” I rub at my face, taking note of the giant t-shirt covering my frame. “How long was I out this time?”
“Three. Fucking. Days.” Nic’s tone gives me pause and I zone in on his frazzled aura. He’s angry. No…not angry,furious. But not at me. He’s furious because it’s evolved from worry. He’s tired too, like he hasn’t slept since I was comatose.
“Baby, I’m okay. See!” I motion at myself, hoping beyond measure that I at least lookaliveand not like death warmed over. Which is how I feel.
“I just…” He groans before moving towards the bed and slipping beneath the covers on the side Ezra isn’t currently occupying.
“I know. I know.” I let him hold me, let him stroke my hair, let him whisper his beautiful Spanish words that he still won’t translate to me. Shit. I don’t just let him. I’m practically preening at the attention. Maybe I should goComa-Bellmore often if this is the welcome I get when I come back. Which reminds me…
“What time is it?” I ask again, barely turning away from Nic as he nuzzles into my neck, Ezra’s hand curling around my thigh and stroking gently.
Focus, Wicked. Focus!
“It’s about nine-thirty.”
“In the morning?”
“Yes. Jeez! What are you worried about? Afraid you’re gonna’ miss the ball, princess?”
“I’m going to ignore that–for now–because I have a damn license plate to run and we have to get to the precinct. Someone needs to call Bass. The mistress was there! She was the witness!” I try to move from the bed, but both Nic and Ezra tighten their grips. Ezra moves his fingers a little higher, sparking a fire at my core.
“Woah, slow down there,mi vida. Start from the beginning.” Nic’s voice is low as he nips at my earlobe, the warmth of his breath sending shivers down my spine. Kai moves to sit at the end of the bed as Nic and Ezra pull the blanket off of me and spread my legs.
“Talk, Wicked. Or we won’t let you finish.” Kai commands as he settles between my legs. I can practically feel his salacious grin against my skin as he presses a gentle kiss to the most sensitive part of my thigh.
So, I do what any sane woman would do in my situation. I do as I’m commanded and tell him everything. And when I finish…Ifinish. A lot.
* * *
“Wicked.” Bass sounds far less happy to see me this time. Probably because I’m interrupting his lunch. I’ll have to make it up to him. I wouldn’t want to lose him as a…friend. There, I said it. Izabella Wicked has a fucking friend now. Who would havethunkit?
“Officer Ass! So good to see you! Tell me, how’s that housekeeper workin’ for ya?” I pour as much joviality into my tone as I can, also sneakily reminding him of how awesome I am for getting him a maid. He simply lets out a massive sigh like he knows exactly what I’m doing, but he does open the back door to the precinct wider for us.
“She’s good, Wicked. So what is it this time? Need the records room? Maybe the evidence locker? Or are you here to break someone out of the cells?” His aura gives away just how much he’s joking, even if his tone doesn’t.
“You’ve got a damn good poker face, Bass. Didn’t know you had it in you.” I poke at his chest as I pass, earning a growl from Nic, but I just roll my eyes. “Anyways, it’s nothing so devious. We actually just need you to run some plates for us.”
“This better be quick, Wick. The chief is actually in the office today, he just stepped out for lunch, so we don’t have long.”
“Roger that,amigo.¡Ándale!” I push him forward as the guys all crowd around me, Gizmo and Snitch following closely at our heels. I’m getting much better atSpanish-ing.
“Is she always like this?” Bass groans as he leads us through the halls, not that we don’t know the way, but he’s the only one of us who is actually employed here currently. So it does us a lot of good to be escorted by an actual cop.
Which is just depressing to think about.
