Better When He's Brave
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I leaned forward with a sigh and rested my cheek on his good knee as he lifted his hips a few more times and pumped into me until he found his own completion. I almost purred as he rubbed his palm up and down my spine.
“See. Nice and relaxed.” I would’ve rolled my eyes at him if I had any kind of energy left.
“That still doesn’t make up for leaving the kitchen a mess.” He twisted his hands in my hair and pulled me back so that I was lying all over the top of him and we were staring at the ceiling. “I’ll take care of you forever, Titus, but I’m not going to clean up after you like the hired help.”
He laughed in my ear and put his arm across my breasts. He couldn’t be comfortable with the floor at his back and me on top of him, but if he wasn’t going to complain, I was in no hurry to move.
“I’m sorry. I’ll try and be better about it.” I could only sigh because that was what he always said. “And I didn’t move the furniture, Nassir did. He stopped by to ask me for a favor, and while he was here I asked him to help me get it out of the way.”
I stiffened automatically. I couldn’t think of any kind of favor I wanted my too slick and too ruthless boss asking my man for.
“What did Nassir want?” Titus’s free hand started rubbing in slow circles across my belly and I wondered if he was thinking about what was inevitably going to happen in there if we kept having uninhibited sex without protection. I shivered a little when I realized he was tracing invisible hearts across my skin.
“He asked me to track someone down for him.”
I put my hand over his and whispered, “Keelyn?”
Titus grunted his affirmative. “Yeah. I told him no.”
I couldn’t believe the relief that swamped me. “Why?”
“Because he’s going to find her with me or without me, and when he does we both know she’ll end up back here. She’s your friend . . . sort of . . . so I don’t want any part of bringing her back to this place if she had a chance at making it somewhere else. Nassir gets it, but he left here and went right to Stark. That guy will have a location on her in two minutes. Especially since we all know that she’s in Denver already.”
I sighed again. “Nassir named the new club Lock and Key. That can’t be coincidence.” It wasn’t open yet but already the city and the streets were alive with noise and anticipation to see what the prince of sin and darkness could offer to them.
“No, it’s probably not. Love can look really strange in the Point. In fact, if you aren’t paying attention you might miss it altogether because it doesn’t look like love at all.”
I tilted my head so I could kiss him. “Well, I’m glad not much gets by you, Detective.”
He kissed me back. “And I’m glad you fight for what you think is right, Reeve.”
That’s what it took to not just survive but to thrive in the Point.
Love and fight.
Good thing we had plenty of both.
To be continued with Nassir’s story . . .