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“YouTube.”
Though apparently, she’d already glanced at the bill. Or just read his damn mind again. Or, door number three, misunderstood his silent stammer and lame blush, and thought he was going somewhere completely different with this.
“You were wondering how a thirty-five-year-old widow, who’s had more sex in the last week than the last four years of her life combined, knew how to give you a BJ that had you cracking tree branches.”
He didn’t know whether to laugh or snarl. “I—wasn’t—”
“Branches cracked, Sir.” She smirked. “You’re welcome.”
He huffed. Again. Maybe flipping the tables was in order. “YouTube?”
“A girl has to learn new things.” She shrugged. “I got curious one night.” Then flushed—to the roots of her hair. “Okay, maybe more than one.”
He decided the laugh was a better idea. Indulged it with chest-deep fullness, before dipping in again to taste her with long sweeps of his tongue and ardent nips of his teeth. He switched and went for the snarl as soon as she opened fully, accepting his passion with beautiful little mewls.
“My curious little kitten,” he murmured once they were done, between his labored breaths—though at last he cleared his throat, re-tucked his cock, and forced his legs to work again, stating, “Who’s going to become a screaming little pussy, if we don’t stop right now.”
“Oh, dear.” Tracy’s tone was a purring mock as she accepted his outstretched hand. “We can’t have that, can we?” Once she gained her feet, she tilted a newly curious stare. “Especially because we’re…how did you say it…‘hitting the road on figuring out this bullshit’?”
He scooped her hand beneath his bent elbow as they began walking out of the grove. “Affirmative.”
“Okay.” She lingered her pace then finally stopped altogether. Signs of conscious life had started to rustle inside the ranch house, now only ten feet away. The smells of coffee and bacon cozied the air. “So…hitting the road where?”
He stopped along with her. Faced her directly. He owed her that, even before what she’d just done for him. These plans weren’t just some mission she was weighing in on as VP. This was his next step in ensuring she stayed alive. So yeah, direct was best.
“You won’t like the first part.”
Her face quirked. “Does it involve fast-roping or skydiving? Though if push came to shove, I might be talked into the fast-roping…”
“It involves leaving Luke.”
Her mirth melted away. Slowly, she responded, “Leaving him…where?”
“Here,” he clarified. “With Ethan, Ava, and their staff.” He wrapped both his hands around hers. “Mia would stay too. I think the kid already likes it here.”
He watched as she took a breath, though couldn’t determine if she still considered his suggestion or had moved on to debating white verses whole wheat bread for the kid’s morning toast. The woman was involved in nearly every aspect of her kid’s life, so it would come as no surprise to learn she’d YouTubed breakfast breads too.
“I see the wisdom of the thinking,” she finally said, so adorably Disney Channel mom about it. The impression, joined with a memory flash of her kneeling before him in the grove, nearly had him dropping his grip to hide a fresh erection. Thank fuck she kept shit on target, querying, “I think it depends on where you plan on us going.”
“I see the wisdom of the thinking.” He gave her a few more props with a fast wink. “And the answer to that entails two steps.”
“First step being…” she prompted.
“Twenty minutes east,” he supplied. “Which will get us to the tarmac at San Luis Obispo Airport.”
Her head rocked back. Her gaze narrowed. “Because…?”
“That’s where Ethan has his private jet being fueled for us.”
“To take us…?”
“The one place I can get access to the same technology and man power Sol is using to track you.” Because he could, he added a swift wink. “It’s time to bounce that Judas shit right back on that bastard’s ass.”
As he hit the word “bounce”, Tracy’s energy began to do the same. Like a kitten taunted with a feather, her whole body hummed with energy, and her gaze flitted with undisguised pleasure. “Okay, I’m going to bite.”
He waggled his eyebrows. “Really?”
She smacked his chest. “By asking you where this epic Judas-chasing location actually is.”
