Page 130 of Nest of Thieves
Pleasure purrs through me, and I reach her in a matter of seconds, sweeping her into my arms. I devour her with my mouth, desperately trying to erase the shock she’s feeling. But when I pull away, traces of reality quickly flood across her features.
“Better?”
“For now. What were you going to show me?”
I grab her hand and lead her downstairs.
* * *
JO
Lark has a really nice ass. His head is stuck inside the jacked-up muscle car, arms streaked with grease like my own. The stool he’s standing on gives him enough height to lean inside and finish replacing the new air filter. We’ve been working on the car for the past thirty minutes, checking over basic maintenance items. I lie on the creeper—the low-profile tool that allows me to slide under the car—and bite my lip. Lark’s ass cheeks clench together as he works on the engine. I haven’t actually done any of the work yet, but I commandeered the creeper and demanded he let me help with the oil change whenever he got to it.
I snap, and his glutes relax as he peeks over the car.
What do you need?he asks with his eyes.
“Kiss me.”
He sets his tool aside and drops to his knees, placing his hands on either side of my face. “We’ll never get to the oil change at this rate.” His lips brush over mine, and I close my eyes, tracing the seam of his mouth with my tongue. He opens to me and our tongues tangle as we trade breaths. He moans, and I pull back with a devious smirk.
“Now what?” I ask, gesturing at the car.
“Tease,” he murmurs. “Now that I’m done, you’ll loosen the drain plug.” He grabs a wrench and an oil pan.
I take the wrench and he slides the pan into place.
“Right there,” he points. “Hold on to the plug and loosen that bolt and it’ll drain.”
Reaching up, I slip the wrench around the bolt and turn it counterclockwise, keeping hold of it while I loosen it.
“Good girl. Now remove it and let it drain.”
Preening at his praise, I do as he asks. We watch the black liquid drain out of the vehicle. The garage door opens and Lark shifts, looking over his shoulder. Vette and Mac pull in and park. Both of them climb out and walk over.
“You left,” Vette says, not sounding too pleased.
It’s then I realize Lark hasn’t pulled out his phone while we’ve been together. He must have left it in the truck.
“Jo was there.”
“Oh.” Vette sighs. “You okay, mami?”
“Fine,” I say, pushing my heel to slide out from under the car.
Vette and Mac are splattered with blood, but they’re not injured.
Mac tips his head and smiles. “I didn’t think you could get any hotter, Kitten.”
“Flattery will get you everywhere.” I beam at him and he chuckles.
“Is Lark forgiven?” Leave it to Mac to ask the important questions.
“Yeah.” I snap, and Lark snickers, dropping down to kiss me again, stroking my cheek with his thumb. He nips my bottom lip and pulls away.
“I’m working on being forgiven,” he corrects. “By doing whatever she wants.”
“How much longer do you have?” Vette tips his chin toward the car.
