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He cringes as he moves to fish his phone out of the pocket of his pants, so I push him back down on the bed and get it myself. I pass it over to him without looking. He frowns down at it and then answers. “Hey.” He meets my gaze as he listens to whatever is being said on the other end of the line and then finishes with, “Yeah, okay,” before he hangs up. “That was Oscar. They found his mom, and she might be able to tell us where Gregory is. They’re taking her back to his apartment once they’re done.”
Guilt slams into me. Brawler had to torch the race track. That’s probably where they found Oscar’s mom. He’s fully involved now. Not just fighting in an underground circuit, which plenty of cities have, but now he’s done—or will have done very shortly—something illegal. Something that could get tied to his name.
“Magnum will make sure it goes smoothly,” Johnny says, guessing what’s on my mind.
“I hope so. Brawler’s different than the rest of us.”
Johnny smirks. “I used to think that about Manning, too. He has a conscience.”
“You have a conscience.”
He grins. “That’s questionable.”
So’s mine, I think. “So, we’re meeting them over there?”
“They’ll give us a call when they’re on their way back.”
I lie back on the bed and stare at the ceiling. “You say you don’t know who your dad has on the inside of the Rawley Heights PD, right?”
“Right,” Johnny says. “He keeps that information close. He’s alluded to the fact that I’ll get the info when I move up, but he’s the only one who knows it right now.”
“Do you think for some reason whoever he has would be blocking me from the rest of the cops? Reynolds said that he’s getting cut off at every turn. My phone was found at The Ring, but when he went to go look for it in evidence, he couldn’t find it. I know you guys took care of the bogus eye witness to the murder of that poor little girl, but I wonder if there’s something else going on, too. I just find it hard to believe that your dad would have asked that. I guess...I would have found it hard to believe except for the conversation we just had.”
“He probably did,” Johnny said. “Or the guy was worried about what else they would find on your phone. Something to implicate me or Dad, so he just got rid of it on the off chance something was in there. Shit like that happens all the time, Kyla. That’s why none of us do any time.”
That actually seems more plausible than what I’d been thinking. I’m sure that’s what it is. Get rid of anything that could hurt the Crew, even if it somehow helped me, too.
“You know what I’ve been thinking about,” Johnny says. “It’s odd the police showed up around the same time you guys did that night to save me. If no one knew where I was, and Gregory’s people were keeping it quiet, why did you all show up at the same time? Enough time to get me out, but not enough to have anyone else escape.”
Huh. I hadn’t thought of that before. I was shocked when the red and blue lights of the police were barreling down the road toward us, but my concern for Johnny took over, and I hadn’t thought about it since.
“Magnum said my dad didn’t know, but...” Johnny shakes his head. “I’m not sure.”
I’d hope to fuck that K didn’t know where Johnny was that whole time. If he did, why would he send the police? Because he didn’t know we were on their trail? But still, why want the police to find Johnny? Crew shit is kept secret. Unless having the police find out what was happening at the track suited him better for some reason. “I suppose you just can’t ask him.”
Johnny shakes his head. “If he did it and wanted me to know, he’d already have told me.”
He traces his finger down the center of my chest, between my breasts, and all the way down to my navel. Dipping his fingers between my legs briefly, he moves his fingers back up, tracing another line all the way up my body to circle first one breast then the other. “It’s so distracting to talk to you when you’re naked, babe.”
“You should talk,” I say, moving the sheet out of the way and glancing over at his hardening erection. “I wonder if—”
“Never wonder,” he says. “It wastes time.” He lifts his hips into the air, stroking his hard cock to the base. Water pools in the back of my throat, salivating for a taste. I sit up and crawl toward him. I use the tip of my tongue to lick the side of his cock while he continues to stroke himself. “Let’s try...”
I don’t even let him get the words out. I push his hands away and grip the base of his cock with my right hand, stroking him into my mouth. The temptation was just too much.
“Mmm, fuck.” He flexes his feet and then grabs my hips. I give a slight shriek as he lifts one of my legs over his face until I’m on my knees, straddling his mouth. He moves his hands over my back, clenching my naked ass before yanking down, making my knees spread wide as he spears my pussy with his tongue.
I shudder, releasing my lips from around his cock. “Fuck, Johnny.”
He devours me, fingertips clenching my ass as he finds my clit. I let out a long moan then find my hand clenching around his dick, just begging to be sucked. We’re in the perfect position. I move my lips down over him. He fucks my mouth, his hips taking over. All I have to do is keep a suction-tight grip on him as he swirls his tongue over my clit. I taste myself on him, but I don’t care. It just makes this more erotic. More heady and dangerous. More Johnny. “That’s right. Take me all in,” he says, still pumping away. I relax my throat, trying to work in time with him, but I keep losing the pace as his wicked tongue delivers all the pleasure.
He pops free from my mouth so I can breathe out a long moan. I kiss his silky skin, my insides clenching, ready to release the mother of all fucking orgasms.
I explode. Pure pleasure overtakes my body as I ride his face. Wave after wave laps at me. I press my forehead into his abs as I come down, and as soon as I do, I pick my head back up to devour his dick. He moves his hands all over my skin, urging me on as I take control. His cock is mine. I swallow it, moving him in and out of my mouth in long, quick strokes.
“Yes, baby. Fuck,” he pants. I continue the motion until his toes curl. In the next moment, his cock jerks, and he comes in my mouth. I swallow every last bit then release him before rolling off, chest heaving. “Could you get any more fucking perfect?” he breathes, seeking out my hand.
I hold onto him, waiting for my heartrate to return to normal. My head is near his feet and vice versa. I place my other hand over my chest, hoping my heart comes back down. We don’t say anything until the phone rings again. Knowing it’s probably Oscar or one of the others, I sit up, feeling satiated in all the right ways. Johnny can’t take his eyes off me as he speaks to the caller on the other end of the line briefly. When he finishes, he swallows. “They’re ten minutes out.”