Rev It Up (Black Knights Inc. #3)(34)
“Delivery for Mr. and Mrs. Smith,” she said in a deep voice, holding up two giant bags from The Pleasure Chest. A pair of pink, furry handcuffs dangled from one bag while the top of a giant green dildo protruded from the other.
“Well, come in, sugar,” Vanessa rasped in her fake smoker’s voice for the benefit of anyone out in the hall. Only after she’d closed the door behind them, did Becky drop the act and break out in a huge smile that made the hairs in her mole flicker like a cat’s whiskers.
“Oh my God, this is so much fun. Aren’t you guys having fun?” she asked gleefully.
Rock could think of a lot of other things he’d rather be doing.
“Now, look,” she said, obviously considering her question rhetorical, “I brought a couple pairs of clean undies and a change of clothes for each of you.” She set the bags on the sagging mattress and starting digging inside, tossing the handcuffs and the Jolly Green Giant’s dick aside like they were nothing. “There’s toothpaste, two toothbrushes, some soap, shampoo and, Ta-da!” She waved the collapsible disk on a parabolic listening device. “The surveillance equipment you requested, Rock.”
Vanessa held up the green dildo and tilted her head, her eyebrows pulled together in a deep V. The thing was as big around and as long as her forearm, and the sight of her with a dick in her hand, even if it was green and ridiculously oversized, had him fighting to contain the erection that had begun to soften upon Becky and her mole’s appearance. “Who in the world can actually use something like this?” she asked absently.
“A professional,” Becky replied, still unpacking the bags. “Or at least that’s what I figured when I was picking it out.”
“Did Boss let you make this trip on your own?” Rock couldn’t imagine. The big guy was like a mama bear with a cub when it came to Becky. And who could blame him really? Especially given the woman’s astounding ability to find trouble in the most innocuous of situations.
“Are you kidding me?” Becky made a face that looked wholly absurd given her get-up. “He’s hiding in the stairwell with enough weapons to start World War III. But, whatever,” she waved a dismissive hand through the air. “I wanna know if there was any sign of Johnny on the way in?”
“He’d be a fool to stay here,” Vanessa murmured, looking around for somewhere to store the mammoth rubber cock and coming up empty. She satisfied herself with tucking it under the bed.
Rock wasn’t going to complain.
“It’s actually not such a bad idea,” he muttered, and both women swung around to face him. “If he wanted to keep an eye on the meeting place, there’s no better vantage point than this hotel.”
“So are you going to go looking for him? Asking around?” Becky asked.
“Oui. We’ll take turns watching the bar and nosing around the neighborhood. Vanessa,” he pointed at the woman as one corner of his mouth twitched, “will go downstairs and have a little tête à tête with Candy—she’s one of the lovely ladies you passed on the way in—and casually mention a client who fits Johnny’s description. See if it rings any of Candy’s bells.” He turned to Vanessa. “That is if you two can manage a civil conversation?”
Vanessa groaned. “I make no promises.”
Becky crossed her arms and pouted. With the mole and the beard and the teeth, the gesture looked ridiculous. “Man,” she grumped, “you guys get to have all the fun.”
He waved an incredulous hand around to indicate their less-than-stellar accommodations. “Ya think this is fun?”
“Well, it’s better than being stuck at the shop and—” she cut herself off as she narrowed her eyes and took a step toward him. A grin split her bewhiskered face, once more causing the hairs growing out of her fake mole to twang like mini antennae. “Yeah,” she said, nodding and looking back and forth between him and Vanessa. She reached up to wipe at his lips. Obviously, Vanessa hadn’t completely rid him of the evidence of their little elevator encounter. Zut! “I think you guys are going to have lots and lots of fun.”
He and Vanessa simultaneously opened their mouths to explain, but she waved them off and started for the door. “If you two need anything else, give ol’ Duncan here,” she tapped the name embroidered over the right breast pocket of her uniform, “a call. Until then,” she opened the door and immediately dropped her voice so it resembled a man’s, “thanks for the tip.”
After she’d gone, Vanessa plopped down on the bed and the mattress springs squeaked as if in agony. “Maybe we should talk about—”
“Help me get this equipment set up,” he interrupted her, because, really, what was there to say?
They were professionals on a stake-out.
People were depending on them keeping their eyes and ears open. They couldn’t let the chemistry bubbling between them distract them from the mission.
And since he couldn’t do anything about the boner in his pants, he sure as hell didn’t want to talk about it.
Chapter Seven
Michelle stared down at her sleeping son, snuggly warm in his little bed with his stuffed Elmo doll tucked up under his dimpled chin, and cursed her brother for putting her in this god-awful position.
It was his fault she was here now, scared for her life and that of her son…scared of how she’d continue to evade Jake’s advances.