Page 35 of Black Bay Enforcer
“Is that… Spice Girls?”
Kong was laughing his ass off, bent over with amusement while General Davies stood up in the Jeep and bellowed, “KOOONG!”
Still laughing like a little kid, he grabbed her hand and they ran for cover. He looked down at her with such an adorably boyish look of wild glee on his face when they finally stopped in theshadows between two buildings. “I love it when he does his Kirk impression.”
She didn’t get the reference, but it didn’t matter, his joy was infectious. Reaching up, Katherine cupped his cheek in her palm, and going up on her tiptoes, she pressed her lips to his – an act she never could have accomplished if he hadn’t already been slightly crouched over her.
Any sense of boyishness disappeared as Kong pulled her tightly against him and took control of that kiss with a hungry desire that nearly made her swoon. This Kong was an adult male and he was hungry. Katherine wanted to whimper with want.
With a groan, Kong broke the kiss and let out a shuddery exhale. His voice was gruff when he said, “I wish we both didn’t have to go back to work.”
She wished that too. She was hot, her skin flushed, her limbs feeling liquid, and her breathing none too steady. “Later?”
“Definitely later.”
Chapter Seventeen
They were in aholding pattern. August Cleary was currently in Outer Banks, North Carolina. According to the team monitoring him, he’d stopped at a Target en route and had purchased several items of clothing, shoes, and toiletries as well as several disposable phones. It looked like he planned to stick around for a while.
The house was owned by James Delroy and wasn’t a rental as far as they could find, though Mister Delroy had another residence where he lived full-time. It was a red flag that had them thinking the man was the owner in name only. If it was one of Cleary’s many properties, it was modest in comparison to his other holdings, though all the properties in the area sold for a premium.
Their team was in place, now, all they had to do was wait for Cleary to fuck up. Kong usually hated this part of the job, chomping at the bit to do something, but tonight, he was grateful for the reprieve.
That kiss he’d shared with Katherine… The memory of it had ridden him hard all day. It would have sucked if they’d had to mobilize. Instead, he was going to spend the evening with her, see if she’d follow through on that promise he’d seen in her eyes when they’d said goodbye earlier.
Even if she didn’t, even if she’d changed her mind over the course of the afternoon, he’d be okay with that. He just hoped she wasn’t regretting that kiss. That deliciously mind-blowing kiss. Kong groaned as he got hard again. How many times had he had to mentally talk himself down this afternoon? He’d lost count. Luckily for him, no one had noticed. Or, at least, if they had, they hadn’t said anything.
Perrin, with her hawk eyes – she didn’t even need binoculars when she manned the towers – might have noticed. The woman missed little, but she wasn’t the type to call attention to something that wasn’t a threat to security. The state of Kong’s dick wouldn’t qualify. Leo, on the other hand, wouldn’t have hesitated. He would have thought it was hilarious. But then, if the roles had been reversed, Kong probably would have too. If Leo had been sporting wood, Kong would have ribbed him to no end, badgering him until the other man fessed up to who had caused it.
Kong consulted his watch. She’d be wrapping things up at the Resurrection hub soon. It was tempting to think he could just goover there and pounce on her but he liked to think he had a bit more class than that, even if he was having a hard time finding it right now.
He should feed her first. Food was good. It was pretty much the answer to everything. If someone is happy, celebrate with food. If someone was sad, commiserate over food. If someone was horny, pour chocolate syrup all over their naked body and lick it off.
Kong groaned again and shot a dirty look at the strained material at the front of his pants. His pixelated camo wasn’t doing shit to camouflage that bulge.
Picking up the phone, he called the mess hall. He’d have them prep dinner for two that he could take to go. If he and Katherine ate there, they’d be sucked into conversations with others, and Kong wasn’t in the mood to share tonight. He wanted to be alone with her. He only hoped she felt the same.
Please don’t change your mind.
Those words became a litany in his head as he jogged out to his Jeep. Jumping in, he cranked the engine. The windshield wipers began flapping, hot air blasted from the vents, andIt’s Raining Menat full volume assaulted his ears.
Kong threw back his head and laughed. The general had gotten his payback. Nice.
Not bothering to shut any of it down – he couldn’t let the general think he’d won – Kong stomped on the gas pedal and took off for the Resurrection hub.
Katherine emerged just as he pulled up, a shy little smile on her face that made Kong’s heart beat a little faster. A moment later, her head cocked slightly and her smile grew. Raising her voice to be heard over the still blaring music, she called out, “I didn’t know you liked The Weather Girls.”
Kong grinned and finally turned down the volume, then gave the wipers and heat a break as well before he jumped out of the Jeep to meet her. “The general,” he said, by way of explanation.
She chuckled lightly. “Do you guys do this a lot? Play pranks on each other?”
“Probably more than we should.” He looked down at her, and on impulse, took her hand. She didn’t pull away. “Are you hungry?”
“I could eat.”
“I thought we could bring it back to my place?”
This was it. The moment of truth. The moment he’d find out if she’d spent the afternoon regretting what had happened between them.
