Page 76 of Rise of the King (Checkmate 5)

Angelo, thefunny,cool,take my place by my brother’s sideAngelo helped the sad twin rebuild this. Now he’s going on a road trip with my brother and probably already bought them matching hats or some shit.

“Focus, Jay!”

“Woman, I am.”

“I can hear you mumbling. Pull it together, plant the tracker, get home.”

Using Kane’s blade, I take sick pleasure in slicing the leather bench seat by the seam and sliding the coin-shaped device in. They’ll never know I did this, but I’ll know, and I’ll smile every time I think of it.

Gotcha back, asshole. And soon, I’ll get my brother back, too.

“Jay!”

“Ugh, I’m coming.” Pushing the door open again, I slide out of the slick car and push the locks down. Kneeling in the street, I hold the handle and push the door with my shoulder so it closes fully and the lock stays on.

“Done.”

“Good. Now come home. You’ve already been too long.”

She’s so naggy when I’m on missions.

Rolling my eyes, I cast a glance up and down the street and frown when I find something out of place. Something missing. Looking to my house, then to my next door neighbor’s, I turn and glance back to Kane’s and huff.

“Jay? Jay!” It’s like she can read my mind, or maybe she just expects my impulsive behavior. “Jay Bishop! Turn your ass around and come home now.”

“He forgot to put his trash out, Sugar Plum.” I tiptoe along his driveway and snatch up the overfull can. “I’m just helping my brother out.”

Ha! If Angelo was his real bro, he wouldn’t forget the trash.

“John D. Hamilton! Put that trashcan down. Now!”

“In a moment, babe. I’m bringing it to the street.”

“Jay! Fuck! Jericho. Jericho! Drop the can.”

Inside lights flip on behind me, but I know I have thirty seconds more. Kane will go to his surveillance computer before he comes outside. Jogging with a goofy grin and what I’ll never admit is a girly giggle, I drop the can on the curb and set the lid on straight.

Trash man won’t take it if it’s a mess.

Sophia hollers in my ear about fucking missions up, but I ignore her. Sprinting across the street and up the front stairs, I swing my front door wide and close it again with a silent snick just as Kane’s front lights flood my yard.

“You’re insane!” Soph tosses her bag of chips and shoves her computer aside. In sexy sweatpants and a sports bra only, she rushes forward like she might want to kill me, but I tear my ski mask away and catch her mid-air, mid-attempted murder, and slam her against the wall.

Laughing, our lips clash and my teeth bite until she cries out. She tastes like salt and vinegar and sex.Yes fucking please.No one’s life was in danger tonight, so it makes it easy for me to laugh. “Everyone is alive, Sweet Sophia. Relax.”

“You’re so immature!” She slams her fist into my ribs but extends her neck and allows my teeth to graze anyway. She wants me; she wants to be mad at me. She can do both, because angry sex is always better than regular sex.

Turning with her in my arms as Kane’s lights switch off again, I walk toward the hall and into the bedroom. Her anger turns to giggles, which in turn become a long groan when I tear her pants away and flip her over so I see her bare ass. Kneeling on the bed behind her, I slam my open palm over her creamy skin and push my jean-covered cock against her ass.

The zipper rubs her clit and causes her to cry out, but I lean over her almost naked body and bite her shoulder blade, her shoulder, her neck. She lies with her face in the covers, panting and quivering, and each time I bite, she pushes her ass back against my hips.

“You want me so bad, don’t you, Sophia? You can’t breathe without me.”

“I want you,” she pants. “Please be fast.”

“Tell me you love me, Soph. I know you do.”

As expected, she stiffens and stops breathing altogether. “Uh…” She turns her face and stares through messed hair. “I don’t think now’s a good time to discuss–”

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