Rock Chick Renegade (Rock Chick #4)(93)

I moved to his left to look.

“Euw!”

Yes, that was me and I said it loudly. I couldn’t help it. On the bed were two skanky, skinny women, so skinny, their ribs showed. Both needed to shampoo their hair in a major way. They were na**d and working on a big, fat, hairy, na**d white guy. Hairy as in hairy. He was covered in hair to the point that you could call it fur.

The inhabitants of the bed ceased their writhing and groaning, sucking and kissing and looked up at us.

“Bond enforcement,” Luke announced but I could tell even though my eyes were riveted to the bed in frozen horror that Luke was laughing.

Before I knew what was happening, the big, hairy, na**d white guy moved. He was fast for a big man and he came off the bed like a shot.

At me.

I didn’t have time to blink. I just lifted up my taser and shot him.

He immediately went down with a thud and I was pretty certain most of the furniture in the room jumped when he landed.

Wow.

I added a taser to my mental Zip’s Gun Emporium shopping list.

Breaking into my mental list-making, one of the na**d skanks shouted at me, “What the f**k you doin’? You can’t come in here and taser Warren. Who the f**k you think you are?”

Then she came at me, body parts jiggling, lanky hair flying.

My taser prongs were in Warren so I dropped it. She gave me the same opening as Jermaine had done, ready to scratch my eyes out. I grabbed her wrist, flipped her and she landed on her back. I heard her breath escape in a whoosh when she hit the floor.

“Aiiiiyeeeee!” the other skank screamed, coming at me too.

I hadn’t recovered from the first skank. So I planted my feet, dropped my shoulder when she got close and rolled her over my back. She flew over me, arms and legs pumping and landed on the floor.

I pulled my gun out of my waistband and trained it on them two-handed.

“Don’t move,” I ordered.

They stared, eyes wide, at my gun.

I glared back. “Stupid skanks,” I muttered under my breath.

I felt a presence beside me and I looked over at Luke.

His eyes were on the skanks. Then he looked at me and a slow smile spread on his face.

“Babe,” was all he said.

Ike moved in on my other side. He was looking at the skanks and the prone body of Warren. Then his eyes moved to Luke.

“Lee’s recruitin’. Should we get her an application?”

* * * * *

Luke told the skanks to dress Warren and without a word they did as they were told. Then Ike cuffed and shackled him. They loaded him up in Ike’s Explorer and Ike took him to the station.

Luke and I went to my house. I let us in.

My blood was still pumping at my triple takedown. I wanted to be cool about it but I was pretty f**king pleased with myself.

I switched on a lamp, dumped my blazer on the chaise and smiled at Luke.

“Want a beer?” I asked brightly.

He watched me. “Jazzed?” he asked, one side of his mouth going up in his sexy grin.

I nodded.

His eyes cut to the ratty workout bag that was still where Tex dropped it, incongruous in my fancy-ass living room.

“Tear gas,” I answered his unspoken question.

Luke looked at me again then he shook his head. “The smell?” Luke asked when he was done shaking his head.

“Burned brownies. I’m trying to teach myself to be domesticated.”

“Smells like you’re failing.”

I shrugged, still smiling at him.

He kept looking at me.

“Beer?” I asked again.

Slowly, eyes still on me, Luke’s grin faded.

“I don’t want a beer,” he said.

“Coffee?” I asked, cocking my head to the side.

“No,” he replied.

Something had changed in the room, the air had started crackling. Before I could put my finger on it or do anything to disburse it, Luke was so in my space, he was my space, arms around me, mouth on mine, kissing me.

Instinctively I put my arms around his neck. He walked me back, hands moving up my sides, across my back, over my ass, all this time his tongue in my mouth. I felt my thighs hit the arm of the couch and we both went over and down, Luke controlling the fall with an arm out. Then his body settled on mine.

My heart was pumping with adrenalin and excitement both at the night’s activities and the couch activities.

He was good with his mouth, different than Vance, less intense, more titillating, almost teasing. His lips were always there but his tongue was playing with mine, giving me a taste of something hot then disappearing when I wanted more, making me go after it. Eventually his mouth disengaged from mine and went down my neck and his hands went up my shirt. I shivered and returned the gesture, liking the feel of the skin and muscle of his back.

His tongue was doing things behind my ear that felt good and I liked it, wanted it, wanted him.

And then just as quickly as I realized that, I didn’t want it.

Then I kid you not, I started crying for the first time since Auntie Reba died. I couldn’t have helped it if I tried but I didn’t even try. I was just too tired of holding them back.

I turned my head, put my lips to his neck and said quietly, “Luke.”

At the sound of his name, his tongue stopped and he turned his head to look at me. He watched me for a few seconds while the tears slid down the sides of my eyes.