“Oh, I’m going to do both,” he told her as he unzipped his pants and shoved them down his legs along with his boxers. He kicked them off, then used his teeth to rip open the condom wrapper.
“Let me.”
Yup, I’m in heaven.
That was all he could think as she rolled the condom on his thick shaft. He was further in nirvana when she wrapped her delicate hands around his cock and pumped not once, not twice, but three times. Before he could prematurely come, he moved her hand aside and lined up with her wet heat.
“You ready for me?” He ran his thumb over her sensitive nub and slipped slowly inside when she moaned.
He promised himself in that moment that the first room he would finish would be the master bedroom. He needed to get Kennedy into a bed ASAP.
CHAPTER17
"Wouldn'tthis be more comfortable at your apartment? I know you don't like the place but I wouldn't judge you."
They sat on the bare floor with a blanket under them that Kennedy found in the trunk of her car. Containers of shrimp lo mein and General Tso's chicken was spread out between them. Jayce might claim he doesn't do sweet but this was pretty damn romantic.
"No way in hell. I'm not worried about you judging me. I'm worried about your safety. I put my own life at risk living there. I would never subject anyone else to that."
That was just sad. But considering he was moving out of there soon, she wasn't going to keep harping on it.
They ate in comfortable silence until Jayce's phone ringing cut through the quiet.
"It's Caden," he told her before answering.
"I'm here with Kennedy. I'm going to put you on speaker." He set the phone on the blanket and Caden's booming voice filled the otherwise silent room.
"I asked Luke to speak with his contact at the FBI. They had nothing on Jasmine Davis but had a whole lot to say on Jasmine Pierce."
"Wait." Jayce held up his hand. "The FBI was looking into Jasmine while we were married? There's no way. I would've known."
"Not while you were married."
Jayce genuinely looked confused, but Kennedy was starting to put the pieces together. "That's the name she was using while transporting drugs." The words tumbled out of her mouth in disbelief.
"That would be correct." Caden was quick to confirm her suspicions.
"That lying manipulative bitch," Jayce seethed. "She couldn't wait to change her name after the divorce but she didn't mind using it to break the law. Why does nothing surprise me anymore?"
"Because Jasmine was selfish and only cared about herself. It was obvious while you were married to her, but you were too blinded by love to see it."
Caden didn't bother to mince words, and she supported the hell out of it. Jayce needed those kinds of friends in his life.
"What else did the FBI tell you?"
"A lot actually. Jasmine got involved with the Diego Cartel, transporting cocaine across the border. She got greedy though and stole about two hundred thousand dollars. That's when she split and escaped to Seattle."
"If the FBI had all this information, why the hell didn't they pull her in?"
She could see Jayce was ready to explode but she didn't have the slightest clue how to help him. This was out of her wheelhouse.
"You know how bureaucracy works. They always want the bigger shark. They were keeping their eyes on Jasmine in Seattle in hopes the Diego Cartel would come after her but no such luck. Then she passed away and they backed off since there was no sign the cartel knew her true identity."
"And you all wonder why I hate federal agencies so fucking much. They sit on their asses waiting for a big fucking payday rather than doing their jobs. Does the DEA have anything more useful?"
"Not all agents are that way, and yes, I asked Nash to reach out to his former partner."
"Fine. You, Luke, and Nash are the exception, but considering the three of you all left your agencies because of the red-tape bullshit, I stand by my thoughts."