“Uh ... I’ll, uh ... go with my dad. I got some shit to do at home.” His focus returns to Flynn and hangs there for a long moment before he finally nods at his dad. “Let’s go to Jersey.”
“See you tomorrow, man. I’ll call you if I hear anything on Rolo,” Gabe says, and Q gives him a salute in return. As he and Big Mike take off down the sidewalk, we go in the opposite direction.
But as we’re walking, I notice Flynn glancing over her shoulder.
Hmmm ... I’m not sure what to think about that.
Thirty-Nine
Legend
An hourand a half after we leave the slammer, we finally make it back to Curated, which seems empty with Roux still in Jersey with Bump.
Scarlett took her time getting Flynn settled at her apartment, which I would have done too if she were my sister. To say the normally ballsy girl was shaken is probably an understatement. But Q had a point—what she does on a regular basis is dangerous, and if she didn’t like being locked up, she probably should reconsider her stance on street racing.
I’m not sure whether that’ll happen or not, but regardless, Scarlett and I will both be here to answer the call if she needs us again.
“You think they’ll drop the charges?” Scarlett asks as she twists her hair into a messy bun.
“If she gets a lawyer on it. They’ll be able to prove she’s a student, no problem. And with her grades and her family’s good name, hopefully it’ll be an easy case.”
“What if they ask about the money she’s been using to pay her tuition?” Scarlett asks, concern creasing her features. “Wouldn’t large cash deposits suggest she could’ve been engaging in illicit behavior?”
“Hire her a good lawyer. I doubt it’ll even get that far. They’ll take care of it. I promise, ladybug.”
Scarlett bends her neck from side to side, and I move across the room to stand behind her and press my thumbs into her traps.
“Oh God, that feels so good.”
“Makes my dick hard when you moan like that.”
She twists to look over her shoulder. “Really?”
I lean forward to nip at her lips. “Of course. Damn near every fucking thing you do makes my dick hard. Taking your hair down. Putting your hair up. Watching you walk. The way you chew on your lip when you’re working through a problem.”
She turns in my arms, and I resettle my palms on her shoulders. “So ... I know it’s been a long day, but ...” Her gaze dips to my mouth.
“You asking me if I’m up to making you scream my name when you come? Because the answer to that question is always a yes, ladybug.”
A smile tugs at her lips as she leans in for a kiss. “Good. Because I could really go for a few orgasms right now.”
“As you wish.”
I take her mouth, deepening the kiss and tilting her head to the side. The first taste of her always sets me on fire and clears my mind of anything but Scarlett.
Dropping one hand to her ass and burying the other in her hair, I maneuver her toward the kitchen counter. My dick jerks against my zipper when she spears her fingers through my shaggy blond mane.
“I could kiss you forever,” she whispers against my lips, and I pull back.
“Good, because that’s the plan.” I lift her up onto the countertop and get lost in her. Her scent. Her sounds. Her shallow breaths that turn into whimpers when she wants more.
She’s greedy, reaching for the hem of my T-shirt and tugging it upward, scraping her nails across my abs, which are more pronounced now that I’ve been training like a madman and neurotic about my nutrition. Her moan of appreciation as she glides her fingertips across the planes of my muscles makes every fucking minute of work completely worth it.
As soon as my shirt clears my head, she stares at what she’s uncovered. “I told myself I’d make this last. That we’d go slow. But ...”
“You want it hard and fast,” I say, my voice deepening, turning husky with the need she unleashes in me.
Scarlett catches her lower lip with her teeth and nods before releasing it. “At the gym ... when you were all sweaty ...” She squirms on the counter.