Page 52

The gun from Xeno is heavy at my hip as I push Jo’s hair to the side as she kisses him, already tugging at his shirt to try and get closer. I nip at the skin of her neck and she twists to allow me more access to her. One hand slides beneath her shirt, the other staying at her hip to steady her as they kiss.
She makes a little whining noise in her throat as his hands slide across her skin, copying mine over the top of her shirt as she moves between us. This is different from the last time we were together; Jo and I can move as one, and Alastair’s been out of the picture for so long it should feel like inviting Sterling in. But he doesn’t falter, letting Jo work the shirt up his body until she can successfully tear it over his head. He’s the tallest of the three of us, and has to help her drag it off of him.
A sense of urgency hits all three of us, and I’m suddenly helping Jo slide the flowy pants down her legs. We are on a deadline, and we don’t know how much time we have left. Someone could interrupt, and things would be a million times worse if Jo and I are caught fucking Alastair while he’s on the run from the law.
But when Jo moans, arching into his touch, all the problems between us melt away. If we can never have each other again, we have to savor the moment.
Jo’s busy undressing Alastair as I undress her, and one of her hands reaches back for my belt to help. I push her hand away and she protests, twisting out of the kiss as he helps me throw her pants to one side. Like always, she has nothing on beneath and only a bra remains in the way.
“You first, Trauma,” I tell her, her eyes hooded and dark with lust.
She doesn’t protest, turning from me to shove Alastair. He stumbles back into the couch, and she’s already partway tugged his pants down. Now she spends a moment to work them the rest of the way off, mindful of his hip. I reach for my wallet, digging out the only condom I have on hand, when she gasps.
“Your leg,” she breathes. “It keeps reopening. I’ll get the bandages-”
“Jo,” he interrupts, yanking her back towards the couch, “if there’s one thing I’m willing to bleed for, it’s this.”
He yanks down his boxers, and his cock springs free. I can hear her gasp as I stand just behind her, undoing the bra while she’s distracted.
Prison somehow made him more handsome, and I go back to massaging her breasts as he palms his cock, watching his movements over her shoulder. His muscles are defined, and even weeks of being trapped God knows where doesn’t seem to have changed his body that much. He groans as he sits on the couch watching us, and I kick Jo’s legs farther apart with my foot.
She leans back against me as I spread her, Alastair’s eyes darkening again as he watches. He’s transfixed on her body as I tease her clit, and she throws her head back against my shoulder. I nod to him as I play with her, tossing the condom in hisdirection. He catches it with ease, concerns with the bleeding wound fading to nothing as he watches us.
I turn and brush my lips against her neck, speaking so only she can hear. “Tell me your safe word, darling, so we can end this if it's too much.”
Jo shakes her head against me, squirming when I tease along her lips with a finger instead of sliding inside. “Scars.”
“Good girl,” I tell her, kissing the shell of her ear before pulling back. “Now remind himwhyhe still worships you.”
Chapter 18
“Have Gabe stay with the team still on the highway,” I say, following the map Soto sent to me. “Don’t leave that station so long as Porscha is still in booking.”
“We’re going in to question her soon,” Tyler says on the other end of the line. After apprehending Porscha she went back to the station with Jensen so we had eyes on her at all times, and I stayed out a little bit longer with Gabe to ensure we did a thorough sweep of the area before pulling back our search. If Porscha’s bleeding on the side of the highway, my gut tells me he can’t be that far off.
According to the map, he’s about twelve miles out from where she was picked up. Porscha didn’t make much sense when she was put in the police car, and that hasn’t changed. As much as I want to dig into her and figure out what the hell is going on, the more pressing issue is the serial killer we haven’t found yet. I trust Tyler and Jensen more than enough to start the preliminary questioning, and Gabe is great at working a crime scene.
“Keep me updated if she tells you anything,” I say. “We need to figure out what’s going on and if there are any more bodies. If Gabe finds Alastair he knows we want to bring himin alive. Same goes for any reports that come in while we’re searching. We need himalive,Tyler.”
“I hear you. The message is out there so long as people listen to it. Porscha’s against him too. She’s blamed Alastair a lot,” Tyler replies. That doesn’t surprise me one bit. “And asked for a lawyer immediately, before she was even out of the police car.”
I heard about that, and it’s a pain in my ass. Now that she’s asked for one we can’t talk to her without counsel, and I can’t wait to see who the hell is going to represent her. “Sounds very on character for her from what we’ve learned. Is her lawyer there yet?”
“She called some big-wig in Orlando,” Tyler continues, and now my brows do lift. Where did she find a connection like that? “Um, boss?”
“Yeah?”
She hesitates, and I turn off onto a dirt road. The houses are crazy far apart here, and the sun’s gone down now so I can only see silhouettes against the fading light. “Where are you exactly?”
“Following up on a lead to find Constantine,” I say dismissively, purposefully not really answering the question. Gabe gave me a curious look when I left, but I told Soto to call me ASAP if she found somewhere Alastair might go to hide.
Apparently, Vinny’s family has a place out here. And neither Jo or Vinny happen to be answering their phones.
“They just brought her in for questioning,” Tyler continues. “I’ll wait for the lawyer to show-”
“You’re doing great,” I tell Tyler, my eyes landing on the cabin in the distance. “Keep me posted once you get to talk to her, but don’t worry if I don’t answer. The signal out here is shit.”
I use that as an excuse to hang up, unsure how else I should end the call. She wants to know what I’m doing, Gabe’scurious, and I’ll be putting my whole career in jeopardy if this doesn’t pan out.