clean, he was going to find out another way.
After a quick shower and a change into his favorite jeans and fitted tee, Riordan did what he would normally do in a crisis. He called Sin.
“Sorry to wake you up, man. She’s gone. I need her, dammit…and she ran. I’m taking you up on your offer. Get me the damn file. I can’t fight an enemy I don’t know. Yeah...yeah...I’ll stop and get ice cream. Audra wants what? Harlequin? What the hell flavor is that? Whatever. I’ll be there in thirty with every flavor in the damn store.”
***
Michael fell back against his pillows, sweat falling from his dark curls. This is unreal, he thought. I can’t do this again. I can’t believe this woman. What kind of vitamins are the doctors giving her?
“Baby?” whispered Audra, running her leg over his thigh. “Ya good? You look good. Hmm, as a matter of fact, you look good enough to eat.”
Her hands slid softly over his flexing abdominals and gently cupped his cock. Sliding slowly down his torso, she breathed warm gusts of air along his stomach and nibbled on the soft skin there. He began to shiver and felt every nerve ending firing off in his over-sensitized body. There was no way he could get hard again. Audra had been a sexual Olympian for the last week. If she used that magic tongue on him again he was going to pass out. Pass. The. Fuck. Out!
“Sweetheart, aren’t you tired? The baby…rest, you need rest… Shiiiiiit.” Michael groaned through clenched teeth.
Oh, God, it’s working . He was getting hard again. Go ahead without me, buddy. I can’t do it… His legs and thighs burned, his jaw ached, and his woman was still fresh as a hormonal daisy.
Suddenly, the sharp buzz of a cell phone vibrating on the side table startled Michael from his energy-depleted stupor. Swinging his arm in the general direction of his phone, he grasped the noisy interruption and brought it to his ear.
“Sin,” he croaked, his throat dry and parched. “Right now, Riordan…? Yeah. Yeah. Thirty minutes.”
Audra released her favorite treat with a loud pop of her lips. “Work?” she inquired, her brow raised, watching him slide from the bed.
“Nope, Riordan has just done something I thought he would never do,” he answered, throwing on his boxers and searching for his jeans. “He’s just admitted defeat. Be back in a few hours, baby, then you can try your best to kill me again.”
“But what a way to go… Love you, baby!” she yelled, falling back heavily onto the down pillows.
Michael turned in the hall and walked swiftly back into the bedroom. He swept down on Audra, grasping the back of her head, and brought her lips to his for a slow, thorough kiss.
“Love you more, princess. Now rest up. I’ve got a friend to help.”
Chapter Ten
Jordan was a lead-foot naturally. Going eighty on the highway was pretty much her norm. Today she was blowing past people like they were standing still.
She inhaled deeply on her cigarette and flicked the filter out the window. She was on her way to her beautiful shop, from her beautiful apartment, the beautiful sun was shining, the beautiful birds were singing, and she was downright miserable. All she wanted to do was live a normal life but no, she had to have a screaming case of PTSD, night terrors, and intimacy issues. She was so angry with herself for messing up something so amazing with Riordan she began to talk aloud, berating herself and beating her steering wheel. Freak, failure, she repeated to herself over and over. The litany was like an off key song on replay in her mind. Homeless, dirty whore …whispered underneath like an eerie harmony.
Tears began to fall again. Her eyes blurred, and she wiped every few seconds, trying to keep her vision clear. She saw her exit ahead and slowed down to change lanes. She couldn’t let those thoughts keep going. Breathe in deeply, breathe out slowly.
She slid over the two highway lanes and exited. Nothing like a good
After a quick shower and a change into his favorite jeans and fitted tee, Riordan did what he would normally do in a crisis. He called Sin.
“Sorry to wake you up, man. She’s gone. I need her, dammit…and she ran. I’m taking you up on your offer. Get me the damn file. I can’t fight an enemy I don’t know. Yeah...yeah...I’ll stop and get ice cream. Audra wants what? Harlequin? What the hell flavor is that? Whatever. I’ll be there in thirty with every flavor in the damn store.”
***
Michael fell back against his pillows, sweat falling from his dark curls. This is unreal, he thought. I can’t do this again. I can’t believe this woman. What kind of vitamins are the doctors giving her?
“Baby?” whispered Audra, running her leg over his thigh. “Ya good? You look good. Hmm, as a matter of fact, you look good enough to eat.”
Her hands slid softly over his flexing abdominals and gently cupped his cock. Sliding slowly down his torso, she breathed warm gusts of air along his stomach and nibbled on the soft skin there. He began to shiver and felt every nerve ending firing off in his over-sensitized body. There was no way he could get hard again. Audra had been a sexual Olympian for the last week. If she used that magic tongue on him again he was going to pass out. Pass. The. Fuck. Out!
“Sweetheart, aren’t you tired? The baby…rest, you need rest… Shiiiiiit.” Michael groaned through clenched teeth.
Oh, God, it’s working . He was getting hard again. Go ahead without me, buddy. I can’t do it… His legs and thighs burned, his jaw ached, and his woman was still fresh as a hormonal daisy.
Suddenly, the sharp buzz of a cell phone vibrating on the side table startled Michael from his energy-depleted stupor. Swinging his arm in the general direction of his phone, he grasped the noisy interruption and brought it to his ear.
“Sin,” he croaked, his throat dry and parched. “Right now, Riordan…? Yeah. Yeah. Thirty minutes.”
Audra released her favorite treat with a loud pop of her lips. “Work?” she inquired, her brow raised, watching him slide from the bed.
“Nope, Riordan has just done something I thought he would never do,” he answered, throwing on his boxers and searching for his jeans. “He’s just admitted defeat. Be back in a few hours, baby, then you can try your best to kill me again.”
“But what a way to go… Love you, baby!” she yelled, falling back heavily onto the down pillows.
Michael turned in the hall and walked swiftly back into the bedroom. He swept down on Audra, grasping the back of her head, and brought her lips to his for a slow, thorough kiss.
“Love you more, princess. Now rest up. I’ve got a friend to help.”
Chapter Ten
Jordan was a lead-foot naturally. Going eighty on the highway was pretty much her norm. Today she was blowing past people like they were standing still.
She inhaled deeply on her cigarette and flicked the filter out the window. She was on her way to her beautiful shop, from her beautiful apartment, the beautiful sun was shining, the beautiful birds were singing, and she was downright miserable. All she wanted to do was live a normal life but no, she had to have a screaming case of PTSD, night terrors, and intimacy issues. She was so angry with herself for messing up something so amazing with Riordan she began to talk aloud, berating herself and beating her steering wheel. Freak, failure, she repeated to herself over and over. The litany was like an off key song on replay in her mind. Homeless, dirty whore …whispered underneath like an eerie harmony.
Tears began to fall again. Her eyes blurred, and she wiped every few seconds, trying to keep her vision clear. She saw her exit ahead and slowed down to change lanes. She couldn’t let those thoughts keep going. Breathe in deeply, breathe out slowly.
She slid over the two highway lanes and exited. Nothing like a good
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