Part 13 (1/2)
Darcy nodded, blinking back tears. Joe had saved her a.s.s. ”Did-did he say if he was coming back?”
”He's got a lot to think about, but I told him his job was still waiting here for him.” Springer raised a bushy eyebrow. ”h.e.l.l, partnering with vamps might be the wave of the future.”
Phil slipped an arm around her shoulder. ”Tough break, Da.r.s.e.”
Murmurs of sympathy from around the table made Darcy feel about two feet tall.
Max's steady glare was the only exception.
Does he suspect the truth? She straightened her shoulders. ”Captain, do we have any leads on where Nicky Powell is now?”
”Unfortunately, he's gone to ground. But he can't stay there long. We found a stash of money in the house at South Beach Park. He can't go far without scoring more.”
”Any clues how he'll put the money together again?” Phil asked.
Captain Springer's face lit with mirthless glee. ”Word on the street is he approached a Jamaican drug runner to offer his special services to develop a new market and distribute the drugs.”
Max cursed. ”That's all we need. I suppose he's planning to make his own ring of pushers, too?”
”You got it,” Captain Springer said.
”How do we know so much about his plans?” Darcy asked. The captain seemed entirely too pleased with himself. His cheeks were florid, and satisfaction gleamed in his eyes.
”We received the info straight from the horse's mouth. Seems the drug lord isn't pleased with his new partner.”
”Who'd he go to?” Darcy asked.
”Rupe King.”
Smiles lifted the tension in the room. Nicky Powell had made a fatal mistake.
Later that night...
”Why is it fortuitous Nicky approached that particular drug dealer?” Quentin nuzzled Darcy's neck, finding it impossible to keep his attention on what she was saying. What she was doing filled his senses. And her scent...
Her sweat-ripened musk lured him like a hound to a fox. He lapped moisture from her neck.
Darcy gripped his chin and brought his face level with hers. ”Pay attention.”
”Are we ready again?” He circled his hips under her to check for the depth of penetration.
Darcy rolled her eyes and pushed his hands from her b.r.e.a.s.t.s to the leather-upholstered sofa. ”Business first.”
”Of course.” He smiled. ”I love our conversations regarding commerce.”
”I knew letting you distract me when we came inside the house was a mistake.”
”To be precise, we came inside the car first. And what's this about letting you do anything? As I remember it, you left quite a few items of clothing on the lawn in your mad dash for the door.”
He enjoyed Darcy's rosy-cheeked embarra.s.sment immensely. Only, she hadn't shown a hint of shyness when she'd shoved him down onto the sofa and climbed onto his lap. Nor had she blushed when she'd spread her legs wide around his hips and sank on his c.o.c.k.
After she'd taken him, she'd been in an annoyingly chatty mood.
”If you'll just give me two minutes, I'll explain everything.”
”I'll give you nine inches.”
”Huh! Is that all?”
”Give me a reason to exert myself farther,” he said, his voice dropping to a low rumble.
Her b.r.e.a.s.t.s were his barometers. He had only to watch the changes there to gauge her arousal. Her face was never as transparent. Even now, her chest was flushed pink. Time to escalate his seduction.
His hand rose to a tightly budding nipple. He rolled it between his thumb and forefinger, making her hips react. She couldn't help herself-he could tell by the ferocious frown she wore that she wanted to resist.
Simply watching her move on him, taking her pleasure of his body, pleased him. Her small b.r.e.a.s.t.s jiggled with each bounce. Her taut abdomen and sleekly muscled thighs clenched as she levered herself up and down. He could watch his c.o.c.k disappear inside her pretty, dark-furred mound for an eternity.
”d.a.m.n you,” she moaned. ”I'll never get my point across.”
”Wouldn't you rather I did?” He flexed his hips to spear upward.
She gasped. ”Just hold that thought.” Again, she circled on his c.o.c.k, driving him crazy with her tight twist and bounce. Her eyes squeezed shut, and her small white teeth bit her bottom lip.
Quentin gripped her a.s.s, his fingers splayed to ”persuade” her to pick up the pace and height of her movements.
Darcy accepted his guidance with enthusiasm, moaning louder the harder and faster she bounced.
From the corner of his eye, he saw the front door push open. He stiffened, ready to toss Darcy to the side. Then he recognized the pair who appeared in the doorway.
Dylan O'Hara's expression reflected his wicked amus.e.m.e.nt at having found Quentin occupied.
Emmy Harris winked and held her finger to her lips. The two stood in the well of the foyer and waited for Quentin to finish.
Cursing beneath his breath, Quentin slid his hand beneath Darcy's hair and tipped her face to his.
She kissed him, and then murmured a protest when he gently tugged her back.
”We have visitors.”
”Let's not answer the door,” she groaned and ground her p.u.s.s.y over his c.o.c.k.
”Ahem.” His ex-best friend, Dylan, cleared his throat. ”You left the front door open.”
Darcy screeched and swung her head around.