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Story: To Love a Thief
Before I can answer, a couple of guards storm up the steps. “Don’t move!” one shouts.
I glance over at Hunter. “How’re your fighting skills, Pyro?”
“Excellent,” she assures me.
I grin, not at all surprised. “I’ll take the bigger guy.”
“Roger that.”
Her confidence turns me on big-time, and I quickly learn she has the skills to back it up. We spin to face our adversaries and drop into a fighting stance. I’ve learned a lot of tricks from Deck, who is a certified badass when it comes to fighting. Not even joking—he fought professionally in the cage for five years, and we spar together all the time.
After throwing a few punches and dodging some more, I manage to hit my opponent in his jaw. When he stumbles sideways, I take full advantage and shove him hard toward the pool. He falls into the water with a splash and a high-pitched girly shout. Guess he had no plans on swimming tonight.
I’m about to help Hunter, but I see she has it handled.
A smile curves my mouth as she ducks the man’s fist then launches her leg out in a perfectly-executed spinning back kick, catching him square in the chest. He grunts, falls backward and lands in the pool beside the other guard. Damn, she’s good.
“C’mon,” she urges me, running away from the pool.
I follow, catching up, and we race down the staircase to the ground floor. Most of the guests are inside and I see security moving around in there, so I tug Hunter sideways, off the edge of the patio and through the bushes.
Avoiding the garden’s lit pathways, we race for the wooded area on the side of the property. Then we stick to the tree line, making our way down the dark golf course. The moon is bright, but our black robes help us to blend into the darkness. Back at the house, several guards appear, stepping off the patio, and searching the garden with flashlights.
“We’re okay,” I assure her. Even so, I keep checking over my shoulder.
“Oh, thank God,” she murmurs. We’re walking fast and she lays a hand over her heart. “That was too close.”
I couldn’t agree more and touch my comms. “We’re out,” I report as we hurry forward and past an empty helipad.
“The alarm connected to the case must’ve been on a separate circuit,” Hunter states. “Or, it had a battery backup.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking, too.”
“Location?” Addie asks.
“The golf course behind the house. In the treeline.”
“Keep walking straight through and we’ll pick you up along the southern edge of the property,” Addie says.
“Roger that,” I say, mimicking Hunter’s military response. Normally, I’d say “copy,” but I guess she’s rubbing off on me. And I’m enjoying it thoroughly. However, I am not enjoying the big, hard gemstone that’s beginning to chafe my privates. “Uh, can we stop really quick?”
Hunter tosses me a questioning look but keeps walking. “We need to keep going.”
“Just gimme a sec.” I stop walking, open my robe and reach into my swim shorts to pluck the emerald out. Tucking it in therobe’s pocket, I grin at her wide-eyed expression. “Okay, much better.”
Even though it’s dark, I swear she blushes. We start walking again, the clamor of the guests fading in the distance until all I hear is the sound of chirping crickets.
“Are all your heists this exciting?” she asks.
“No. This one went a little off the rails,” I admit. “Sorry about that.”
“You’re lucky I enjoy a good adventure.” She sends me a sexy smile that makes my balls tighten. I can’t stop thinking about how good her wet body felt plastered against mine, the way she leaned into me when we kissed before grabbing the emerald.
Maybe I shouldn’t say what I’m about to, but fuck it.
“You enjoyed that kiss, too, didn’t you?”
She slows down but doesn’t answer me. Instead, she pulls her robe tighter and a shiver racks her slim body.
I glance over at Hunter. “How’re your fighting skills, Pyro?”
“Excellent,” she assures me.
I grin, not at all surprised. “I’ll take the bigger guy.”
“Roger that.”
Her confidence turns me on big-time, and I quickly learn she has the skills to back it up. We spin to face our adversaries and drop into a fighting stance. I’ve learned a lot of tricks from Deck, who is a certified badass when it comes to fighting. Not even joking—he fought professionally in the cage for five years, and we spar together all the time.
After throwing a few punches and dodging some more, I manage to hit my opponent in his jaw. When he stumbles sideways, I take full advantage and shove him hard toward the pool. He falls into the water with a splash and a high-pitched girly shout. Guess he had no plans on swimming tonight.
I’m about to help Hunter, but I see she has it handled.
A smile curves my mouth as she ducks the man’s fist then launches her leg out in a perfectly-executed spinning back kick, catching him square in the chest. He grunts, falls backward and lands in the pool beside the other guard. Damn, she’s good.
“C’mon,” she urges me, running away from the pool.
I follow, catching up, and we race down the staircase to the ground floor. Most of the guests are inside and I see security moving around in there, so I tug Hunter sideways, off the edge of the patio and through the bushes.
Avoiding the garden’s lit pathways, we race for the wooded area on the side of the property. Then we stick to the tree line, making our way down the dark golf course. The moon is bright, but our black robes help us to blend into the darkness. Back at the house, several guards appear, stepping off the patio, and searching the garden with flashlights.
“We’re okay,” I assure her. Even so, I keep checking over my shoulder.
“Oh, thank God,” she murmurs. We’re walking fast and she lays a hand over her heart. “That was too close.”
I couldn’t agree more and touch my comms. “We’re out,” I report as we hurry forward and past an empty helipad.
“The alarm connected to the case must’ve been on a separate circuit,” Hunter states. “Or, it had a battery backup.”
“Yeah, that’s what I’m thinking, too.”
“Location?” Addie asks.
“The golf course behind the house. In the treeline.”
“Keep walking straight through and we’ll pick you up along the southern edge of the property,” Addie says.
“Roger that,” I say, mimicking Hunter’s military response. Normally, I’d say “copy,” but I guess she’s rubbing off on me. And I’m enjoying it thoroughly. However, I am not enjoying the big, hard gemstone that’s beginning to chafe my privates. “Uh, can we stop really quick?”
Hunter tosses me a questioning look but keeps walking. “We need to keep going.”
“Just gimme a sec.” I stop walking, open my robe and reach into my swim shorts to pluck the emerald out. Tucking it in therobe’s pocket, I grin at her wide-eyed expression. “Okay, much better.”
Even though it’s dark, I swear she blushes. We start walking again, the clamor of the guests fading in the distance until all I hear is the sound of chirping crickets.
“Are all your heists this exciting?” she asks.
“No. This one went a little off the rails,” I admit. “Sorry about that.”
“You’re lucky I enjoy a good adventure.” She sends me a sexy smile that makes my balls tighten. I can’t stop thinking about how good her wet body felt plastered against mine, the way she leaned into me when we kissed before grabbing the emerald.
Maybe I shouldn’t say what I’m about to, but fuck it.
“You enjoyed that kiss, too, didn’t you?”
She slows down but doesn’t answer me. Instead, she pulls her robe tighter and a shiver racks her slim body.
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