Page 70 of Shadowed Sins: Nitro

She's been wet since the casino. Suffering like I've been suffering.

Through comms, Cole's voice cuts through. "Security patrol in forty seconds."

"Don't care." I grind my palm against her through the denim, and she arches in the driver's seat, her back pressing against the door.

"Thirty seconds."

Her hand finds my cock through my jeans, squeezing hard. I groan into her mouth, the sound mixing with her whimper as I work her through the wet fabric.

"Twenty—Jesus Christ, you need to drive. NOW."

The command in Cole's voice finally penetrates. We break apart, gasping. I'm twisted across the console, both of us wrecked. Her hands shake as she grips the steering wheel.

She throws the car into drive, and I collapse back into the passenger seat, three feet between us that feels like miles. My cock throbs painfully against my zipper, and I can see her pressing her thighs together as she drives.

Through the open comms, I can hear chatter about the security patrol approaching. Professional voices discussing perimeter checks while I sit here shaking with need.

"Alexei Petrov confirmed," she manages, attempting professional debriefing. "Viktor's running West Coast operations."

The safe house can't come fast enough. But when she finally pulls into the garage, we both know even that won't be enough. Not anymore.

Cole's voice through comms is terse. "Debrief in ten. Try to look professional."

I hurry around to Mira's side of the car, my hand finding her lower back as she stands. The simple touch makes us both tense. Her breath catches. My fingers tighten involuntarily.

"You need to see Remy," she says, stepping away from my touch. "Get those electrolytes. IV if necessary."

"Mira—"

"Now. Before you pass out."

The safe house common room is too bright. Cole's already at the surveillance setup. Asher's reviewing footage. Remy emerges from his room, drawn by the sound of our return, and already has an IV setup in his hands.

"This is going to take at least an hour," Remy says, tapping the IV bag. "You're seriously dehydrated."

Forty minutes of debrief while saline drips into my arm. Under the table, her foot brushes my leg. Once. Twice. But when I look up, she's studying Cole's notes, face carefully neutral.

"Good work," Cole finally says. "Get some rest."

Remy checks the IV bag. "Twenty more minutes."

Everyone else disperses to their respective rooms. Mira rises without looking at me.

"Mira—"

She pauses at the doorway. "Get better, Jax. We'll talk tomorrow."

Her door closes down the hall. Lock clicking.

I sit in the common room, IV dripping, listening to the sound of that lock echoing through the my mind.

seventeen

Mira

"You're burning the mushrooms."

Eighteen hours since I left him in the common room. Ten hours of Cole keeping us on opposite ends of the city. Smart man.