Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(143)
“Not usually. Medical detective, remember?”
He reached for his phone, holding it for a few seconds. “I’ve been getting annoying texts from someone. I don’t know the number or who’s sending them. And before you get all bent out of shape, I’m not seeing anyone but you. Just so we’re clear on that.”
Adam stopped at a red light and then entered his password in. “Here, detective. I got nothing to hide.”
I was surprised he handed it over. “You have to turn left at the next street.” I put my cell on my thigh and looked at his.
“Was u gunna?” This person is about as smart as a box of rocks.
Adam rolled his eyes. I scrolled down his screen.
“This is pretty alarming, actually, not to mention their blatant butchering of the English language. Did you text her back?”
Adam was negotiating cross traffic. “No.”
“Why not?” My arm squished into the door when he hit the gas.
“I don’t have time for stupid shit like that.”
“How will you know who they’re from then? Did you use your cop superpowers?”
“My superpowers?” His lips wrinkled. “I checked. It’s a burner.”
“A what?”
“One of those cheap throwaway phones. No way to trace it.”
So he did have super-sleuthing powers. “Do you think Tampon Girl would text you this?”
“I don’t know,” he mumbled.
“Do you want me to text her back?”
“Erin,” he groaned.
“I won’t say anything weird. I know a few doctors who treat mental disorders. I might even be able to get coupons.”
“Ignore it.” He leveled his “look” on me before finding me to be somewhat amusing. “I’m serious. If you’re done calling me out on my shit maybe you can tell me which road I’m supposed to turn on. I’m blaming you if we’re late.”
As soon as it delivered, I deleted them, seeing the only texts he had saved were from me, his “Hot Doc.”
OFFICER JOHN TURK was busy showing me surveillance footage they’d filmed of a warehouse that was suspected of being used to modify stolen cars, but I couldn’t help stealing a few glances over at Erin while he was talking.
She was sitting at the other end of the long wooden dining table in their kitchen, being sweet and social and engaged in her own conversation with John’s wife, Joanne. I should have been paying closer attention to what Turk was explaining but watching Erin lick the lunch off her fingers was more intriguing.
“We think they’re changing the VINs, making them virtually untraceable as stolen,” Turk said, taking a swig off his bottle of beer.
Beer. Just the smell alone was making my mouth water, causing me to do that internal negotiation that I’d be able to stop after just one. Even one sip would satisfy my taste buds. Cold, crisp, the bite of hops on the back of my tongue. Just chillin’ on a lazy Saturday with new friends. I’d already turned down his offer of a cold one but I was reconsidering it now. The want was thick in my throat, dry and parched as the craving felt like sand mixed with my failing resilience.
Erin glanced my way, silently telling me that she was enjoying our company but concerned about the frosty bottle with that enticing condensation dripping down its sides being so close to my hand.
I moved my hand away and gave her a nod, letting her know that “just one” and I would not be meeting up, no matter how tempting the idea was. I’d already f*cked up too many things in my life because of it; I wouldn’t let Erin become a casualty of my weakness. Besides, she’d probably smack the bottle out of my hand before it got anywhere near my lips. She sure as hell wouldn’t drink one in front of me while running her mouth around other people either, publicly humiliating me and making me feel less than a man for not being able to control myself like Nikki often did.
Erin came from good stock. Parts of the conversation I had with her dad after the funeral drifted back to my memory, and I was glad that we had such a long talk when I met him. She and I had agreed not to tell her parents the real way we’d met, opting for simple lie of “mutual friends” instead. Her dad was a car guy through and through and letting him think there was a “stolen” issue with his daughter’s car was not the way to go about getting on his good side. “We’d have to check VINs coded on the chassis and within the computer systems, but we’ll need different diagnostics.”
Erin’s adorable smile had me thinking I’d need to check her chassis soon too. I’d been inside her no less than five times since we’d arrived in the city yesterday, making good use out of the room Melissa had provided, although after our showdown I was sure I’d be getting a bill for it. I could still taste Erin’s flavor on my lips, flashing back to holding her hips above me while she ate me for breakfast. I started counting all the different positions I’d had her in since we started fooling around, categorizing them to see if we’d missed any.
I’d like to see her orgasm face when I have her suspended. Hear her scream when she comes. That would take special knots and the hook in my ceiling. She’d probably give me a hard time at first until I got her up off the ground but then she’d love it—