Jacked (Trent Brothers #1)(98)

She smiled back at me, resting her hands on my bare shoulders. “You love your job, don’t you?”

“I do.”

“I’m glad you do. I want you to be happy.”

She made me happy. “I am.”

“Good. So tell me… what else do you normally do on a Sunday besides studying rap sheets, Cop?”

I loved that she enjoyed f*cking with me. “Well, Doc,” I slipped her cell across the counter and handed it to her. “As soon as I program your number in my phone, we can figure that out.”

I typed each number in carefully; tiny icons were getting harder to see. “H-o-t D-o-c,” I joked.

“You seriously did not add me in like that, did you? Is that in case you forget my name?”

“Erin Novak—” I enjoyed watching her private smile when her phone rang in her hand. “My phone, my rules.”

“Fine. Be that way.” She bumped into me. “S-e-x-y C-o-p,” she spelled, leaning on me while she did it.

I set my cell down. “You done?”

“Why? You going to ten fifteen me now?”

I slipped the phone out of her hand and pulled her between my thighs, needing to kiss her in the worst way. My hands were in her hair again, my tongue riding hers on a newfound high. I swear my cock felt like it was Christmas, too. “I like that idea.” I locked her in my arms. “Prisoner in custody. Mine.”

She giggled at first and then pulled back. “I may need a ten twenty too.”

She followed my glance around. “You’re in my kitchen, although I think we should move our location back to my bedroom. I have more ten codes I can teach you.” I squeezed her luscious ass.

“Now you’re just making shit up.”

“You dare doubt an officer of the law?”

My doorbell rang, not once but twice, surprising the heck out of me and rudely interrupting my plans. Who the f*ck would be at my door on a Sunday? I hoped to hell it wasn’t some ballsy fans of the show coming to get their eyeful.

Just as I completed that thought, the person outside started banging on my door. One glance out my front window was all it took to see whose car was parked in the driveway behind Erin’s.

Fuck.

“Erin, come with me.” More knocking came from the impatient bitch outside. I towed Erin up the steps to my bedroom.

“What’s going on?” she asked.

I tossed her jeans over to her and pulled mine up.

“Adam?” Erin asked again, yanking her jeans up.

I grabbed the green tee Erin wore the other day, still smelling her scent on it, giving me strength to go deal with the bullshit banging on my door.

I also grabbed my Glock and holstered it in the back of my jeans.

Erin froze. “Adam, what’s going on? Tell me right now.”

I took a deep breath. “Nikki’s at my door.”

“Nikki?” she questioned.

“My ex.”

Erin snagged my arm; both of us slightly distracted by the continuous banging. “You need a gun to answer your door?”

I held her face in my hand. “Things got ugly between us. I have no idea why she is here but I will not be caught off guard. Not while I’m in my own f*cking house.”

The doorbell rang again and again.

“Stay here. I’m going to see what she wants and get rid of her.” I kissed Erin softly. “I won’t let this ruin our day. I promise. She’s history. Okay?”

Erin nodded; her eyes were wide and showing fear. “Is that tampon girl?”

It hurt just having to answer that. It hurt worse seeing her so scared. “Yes. I’m going to fix that, too.” I held her gaze so she’d see how serious I was. “Stay here, babe. I’ll be right back. You copy?”

I nodded. “I copy.”

I hoped to hell she’d stay upstairs, but my gut was telling me she wouldn’t.

Nikki was calling out my name with each thud of her fist.

It was time to bury some old ghosts once and for all.





THE FACT THAT Adam armed himself to go answer his front door was beyond unsettling. Knowing it was his ex-girlfriend pounding on his door and that he felt he needed to be armed was downright incomprehensible.

Even though he told me to stay in his bedroom, curiosity and concern had me sneaking to the top of the stairs, but not before I snagged Adam’s hammer from the pile of tools in the spare bedroom. I stopped on the third step down with hammer in hand—well within hearing distance but out of sight. Any farther and she’d be able to see me through the wooden railing.

I had no idea what this woman could be capable of. Adam armed himself, but I still felt the need to be able to defend him.

“What do you want?” Adam asked brusquely.

“I need to talk to you,” the female voice replied, a hint of an urgent plea etching her voice. “Please.”

Great. She’s playing on his sympathy, sounding desperate.

“You alone?”

“Of course,” she insisted.

Italian, maybe? Definitely a South Philly-accented attitude.

“You have two minutes, then I’m closing this door.”

“Can I at least come in? It’s freezing out here.”

The hinges creaked and then the front door shut, echoing the change of pressure throughout the house. I tried to see their reflection in the glass on the large print of whitetail deer Adam had hanging on the downstairs wall, wanting to know what she looked like in the worst way.