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“Like you would’ve let me! You would’ve been all like, ‘wait, we have to make a plan, blah blah blah,’ and by then it would’ve been too late.”
Felix rolls his eyes. “You’re a pain in the ass.”
“Let me up.”
He doesn’t move.
“Fine. We can stay like this, and we’ll never be able to track the car. Or you can let me up, I can grab my phone, and we can watch it to see if it’ll lead us to David.”
I can’t handle another minute of these two.
Thankfully, I only live about a five minute drive from Alex’s house.
“I’m going home,” I say. “Text me when you have something.”
. . .
When I get home, Jade’s garage door is open, and Ashley’s car is parked to one side of her driveway.
That’s right. She works tonight.
I pull into my driveway, throw my car into park, and check my phone. Felix texted me, letting me know that the car we’re tracking is currently sitting in a gas station parking lot.
Pocketing my phone, I get out of my car and head down the driveway. Jade gives me a weird look from where she is in the garage, her hand on her car door.
Just a couple minutes.
I jog over to her. Up close, I can see the faint smile on her face. I didn’t realize just how much I needed to be the reason for it until I’m pulling her close and kissing her on the cheek.
Jade frowns, pulling my jacket back. “There’s blood on your shirt.”
“Oh. It’s nothing. Not mine.”
She frowns. “Whose?”
“It doesn’t matter.”
Kissing her would be the perfect way to distract herandshut her up.
If only I could.
“You about to head to work?” I say.
“Yeah.”
“How much trouble will you be in if you’re late?” I pin her to the car, breathing in her scent.So goddamn irresistible.“Actually, I don’t care. They’ll manage without you for a bit.”
She laughs. “Is this what you meant with your text earlier?”
“No,” I say, undoing her pants and sliding my hand into them. “But also yes.”
I tease her through her underwear with one hand, my other one coming to wrap around her throat. She lets out a moan, her eyes falling shut. I almost lean in to kiss her before remembering, yet again, that it’s a bad idea.
I work her through the lace of her panties until they’re soaked. It takes a couple minutes, and we stay so still that the automatic light eventually switches off.
Perfect.
As I slip my hand underneath the waistband of her underwear, I whisper, “Pull your shirt up.”
