Page 76 of Rogue Mission
“Some panties…they had all this inventory of clothing, and I found this cute pink?—”
“Not another word. I’ve got a hair-trigger right now. If we weren’t about to do what we have to do, then I’d be bending you over the hood, and taking advantage of the handholds on that tactical vest.”
She just looks at me with her mouth hanging open.
I’m chugging air so hard it sounds like I’m running to the damned location, not driving. “God. I cannot be thinking about that. I have to keep my focus.”
“I could wear this vest…and nothing else for you later.”
This time it’s not gravel on the side of the road, it’s thorns and they tear down the side of the SUV with a howl.
She’s laughing, her hand over her mouth. “Oops.”
“Just sit over there and look pretty, okay. You can ruin me with that tactical vest and anything else you want later when this is all done. I might even let you play with the zip-cuffs, if you’re a good girl.”
Her eyes get really, really wide as her smile turns into something not even the devil could resist.
Blowing out a breath, I scan the mirrors again. Checking for headlights from the truck Ryker’s driving behind us. But the road is pitch dark.
“Let’s talk about work.” She flattens her expression. “Have you heard from the others?”
“No check-ins, but we should be getting an update soon.”
A quick check of my watch confirms my intuition. “Marshall will call before we get to Westerly’s.”
“This is all so…logistical. I’m impressed. Anyway, where would they be now?”
“Grab the tablet from the console, we can follow them in real time—they have beacons on right now.”
She’s suddenly excited again. Her pale green eyes lighting up from the dashboard lights, even though the interior of the truck is dark.
It’s like punching me in the face. Every fucking time she smiles, I get KO’d.
“Pull up that blue app icon with the star. Then select their names.”
“This is sooo cool,” she breathes, folding her legs under her in the seat. “The vehicles are all tagged, but nothing on the individuals, right?”
“Actually, Beast had a necklace made for Camile. Truck gave one to Allison.” I let my hand settle on her leg, my thumb stroking there, feeling the warmth through the cargo pants Allison and Camile pulled out of the supplies.
Curious how she’s going to react, I add, “I’m having one made for you as soon as possible.”
“Oh…” Her fingers stop, hovering over the screen, her focus on me. “Is that like a going steady ring or something?”
I chuckle, but I’m not really amused. I’m more dizzy. “Yeah, something like that.”
She turns fully to face me and I growl. “Your seat belt won’t work correctly like that. It could decapitate you.”
“Ewww. That’s gross.” Her nose scrunches. “Now, back to what you were saying about this necklace. Does this have some special meaning for you?”
I fight an eye twitch, and focus on the road. But inside me there’s a riot going on. It means EVERYTHING.
“What do you think?” I rumble, uncomfortable with the rapid expansion going on inside my ribs.
“I think you’re possessive,” she says resolutely.
“Fuck right I am. The depth of my possessiveness knows no bounds. Now that I’ve been inside you…bare at that, consider yourself mine.”
She blinks and I have to force myself to look away when I want to grab that pretty face and kiss my frustrations out.
