Page 39 of Sam to the Rescue

Flesh flaps against flesh, the bedsprings creak, and sweat lubricates us as he accelerates.

“Open your eyes.” His beautiful brown orbs pour gasoline on the flames burning me alive.

“Holy shi-”

“Shsh.” His kiss contains my scream, he widens inside me, and with one primal grunt, he releases.

Aftershocks send jets of pleasure over my body and when they finally die down, we snooze. I have no idea how long we’ve been out when my son cries out his displeasure.

“I got this.” Super-Dad climbs out of bed, changes the baby in the other room, and speaks loudly so I can hear. “I need to make a reappearance at the gun club but first, I should find out why they want me so badly. It doesn’t make sense.”

Already in the shower, I update him while I rinse. “Maybe it’s because the Feds updated your profile.”

When I come out of the bathroom, Suds has the baby on his lap, eyes on his computer screen. “Whoa. When did I join Americans against Aliens?”

“It says here you’ve been a member since your dishonorable discharge.”

“Those mother fudgers better fix that sheezam when this is done with.”

I kiss his bearded cheek. “I’ll make sure of it.”

“Babe, promise me you’ll be careful while I’m gone. I can’t be two places at once.”

“Tell that to your clone, I stashed in the closet.”

His eyes soften when they rest on mine. “I mean it. I don’t know what I would do if something happened to you. I love you, so much, sugar.”

“I love you, too.”

Rose shouts below, ruining the moment. “Hey you sex fiends, some FBI dude is outside and Vinny’s men have him at gunpoint. What should I tell them?”

I drop the stairs and shout loud enough to reach the first floor. “Yo, Joey. Take down his badge number, snap his picture, and text them to me.”

Once we verify Special Agent Cory Halpern’s identity, my protection detail allows him upstairs but Mikey’s not having it.

“Ba-ba-ba.” Looking way too much like my husband, he points an index finger at the stranger. In Mikey-speak, ba actually means baby, child, person, cat, or any living thing but it serves my purpose.

“That’s right, Mikey. Bad, bad, bad.” I smile sweetly at the Fed, not meaning it a bit. I don’t like his well-pressed, men-in-black, stick up his ass, superior sneer.

I like him even less when he ignores me and motions Suds toward the drop-down stairs. “Pack a bag. You need to go.”

Chapter 25

Suds

Making sure my knapsack doesn’t catch on the window, I sneak down the stairs, pause in Joey’s small courtyard, and climb the back fence.

The G-man curses when a top wire catches on his suit and rips the pocket. “What is it with you and security?”

Now, if he’d done any research on Sam’s long history of mishaps, he wouldn’t be asking. Instead, he’d wonder why a platoon of armed troops wasn’t guarding our apartment.

Figuring he’s not worth the explanation, I scale the second hurdle, cross my arms, and wait for Special Agent Halpern on the street. “Okay. You have my attention. What’s up?”

The Fed frowns at the tear in his fancy ass jacket and brushes leaves off his shoulder. “You need to go back and tell the COGs you want in.”

“I gave them my number. We’ll haggle and come to an agreement.”

“We’re running out of time.”