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“Remember what I said, this stays between us,” I wiggle my finger between the two of us and Maddy laughs.
“My lips are sealed,” she promises, drawing an imaginary zip across her mouth.
“Don’t do that. Gotta keep VP in a good mood.” I wink, tucking the address into my back pocket.
“Do you have to make everything into something sexual?” She shoves me in the shoulder before getting back to whatever she was working on before I interrupted her.
I let myself out and head for mine and Screw’s cabin. The space I share with my brother ain’t anything fancy. We keep it relatively tidy, but rarely do anything other than sleep here. I prefer to spend my time either at the club or out on the road, causing mayhem.
Shrugging off my cut, I head for the bathroom, then strip out my clothes and hit the shower faucet on before sliding myself under the warm stream of water. As I soap up my body, scrubbing through my hair and beard, I imagine what it would be like to fuck Alex Monroe in the shower. I’ve fucked in more weird places than I can remember. But never in a shower. I don’t let girls hang around long enough for that shit.
Thinking about slamming that feisty little cop up against my tiles has me wrapping my fist around my cock. I’d be in control this time. My body; the only thing keeping her from slipping as I pounded her so hard she forgot how to read out her rights.
I move my hand in long, hard strokes, remembering how tight that pussy felt when it came for me. How she crushed me inside her walls and trembled around me, her fingers in my hair, her skin against mine.
Resting one arm against the wall I pump myself harder, imagining how her long brown hair would look wet and soaked to her skin. Her nails clawing at my flesh, digging deep enough to draw blood.
Me and her were just one night of fucking madness, but she left one hell of an impression. She should just be a memory, but now she’s here in my mother fucking town, she’s gonna be a curse. And the thought of having her all over again is the trigger to me shooting my load all over my tiles.
I hear an unfamiliar sound, and when I spin my head around to look behind me, the black-fluffy cat that’s sitting on my bath mat tips its head sideways.
“Grrr,” I try to scare it away but it continues to judge me.
“Get outta here.” I get out the shower and reach for a towel, wrapping it around my waist as I try to shoo the thing out.
When it doesn’t budge, I reach down and scoop him under my arm; its soft fur sticks to my wet skin as I rush out the front door, ignoring the chill and holding onto my towel with my spare hand as I dodge the gravel past Grimm and Rogue’s cabin to get to Troj’s porch.
I take a risk with the towel to knock on the door, quickly replacing it when I hear footsteps on the other side.
“Sphinx, there you are.” Shaniya beams, reaching out her arms to take him. Her eyes stretching wide when she notices I’m half naked.
“Your cat’s a fuckin’ pervert. You need to keep it on a leash.”
“You don’t leash a cat, Squealer.” She laughs at me, brushing noses with the deviant creature.
“Well, lock it up or something. People round here be wanting their privacy.” I storm back to my cabin, ignoring her laughter, and the fact that I still haven’t jerked Alex Monroe out of my head.
It’s been four days since I arrested Cody Harrison, or Squealer, as everyone around here refers to him. Being in a small town when you’re used to the bustle of the city is hard to get used to. Boston has been my base for the past two years, and I never thought I’d miss the noise of traffic or how fast the days went when there was so much to do.
At least being in this dead-assed town gives me the time I need to focus on the reason I’m here. I’m lacking information on The Dirty Souls, and I’ve quickly realized that befriending Lucille is my best option for obtaining it. The woman likes to talk, in fact, she doesn’t stop talking. But that mouth of hers has taught me way more than any records the department holds on the club. Apparently, the club owns several local businesses, including a tattoo studio, the main bar in town, and a strip club over at Fountain. They also have investments and offer protection to other bars and clubs in the area.
Seems these rogues are entrepreneurs as well as criminals.
I question what percentage of the business they do is legal, but that isn’t what I’m here for.
They have something I want, and to obtain that something, I’m gonna have to learn how to work them.
I’m pretending to listen to Lucille as she jabbers on about her friend, Hannah’s, ex-boyfriend's gambling habit when the door opens and a young woman steps inside wearing a friendly smile. She’s strikingly beautiful, with big blue eyes, warm skin, and long black hair.
“You mind if I put this up on your noticeboard, Lucille?” she asks in a sweet, adhering tone. The huge smile on her mouth is friendly and so genuine, it instantly makes her likable.
“Sure thing, sweetie, what’s it about?”
“I’m starting up a book club at the library, trying to get more people through the doors,” she explains, pulling a pin out of the corkboard opposite the desk and pinning up her handwritten notice. She stands back and tips her head to make sure it’s straight.
“How's that fine husband of yours?” Lucille asks, wiggling her eyebrows over her coffee cup.
“Troj is great. The cabin’s really coming on too. He thinks we’ll be in by Christmas. We’re gonna put up a tree, and I’m gonna decorate it.” The girl radiates an excitement that seems to spread through Lucille like the flu.
