Reign (Sin City Outlaws #1)(42)

He bursts into laughter, little dimples forming at the corners of his mouth.

“A girl who carries a gun, can drive a car like she stole it, and f*cks like a lioness…” he mutters to himself. “I should just hand my balls over now.”

“Fucks like a lioness, huh?” My cheeks flush to the point I have to look away.

“You’re so strong-willed, yet so vulnerable and innocent at the same time.” Taking my eyes off the road, I risk looking at him and find him staring at me with hungry eyes.

“I’m not so innocent,” I insist. I mean, I did just sleep with the enemy.

“Compared to where I come from, you’re a f*cking angel, Jillian.”

Leaning in, he tucks his hand behind my head, bringing my mouth to his. I resist for a brief second before giving in. His mouth is soft, warm. I caress his tongue with mine, tasting him while inhaling his ragged breaths. The way our mouths feel together, it’s an addiction that outweighs any guilt that tries to surface.

He breaks the kiss and runs his lips along my jaw. My head tilts back, my eyes struggling to stay open with the lust glazing them to the point I can barely see straight.

“5Paul69.”

Zeek stills.

“Shit,” I breathe heavily.

“What is it?”

“That’s me.” Zeek moves back so I can grab the radio.

“5Paul69,” I respond, the words coming out strained and breathy.

“We have an officer who is seeking backup. All other units are currently out of service.”

Looking at Zeek, he’s pulling at his jeans, adjusting his apparent erection. I hate to leave him, but I have no choice. It’s probably better if we split up anyway; someone could see us here.

“5Paul69. En route.”

“5Paul69, copy.”

“I gotta take that,” I inform Zeek.

“69? You have 69 in your handle?” He laughs, sitting back in his seat. Using both hands, he brushes his hair back, the muscles in his biceps flexing.

“Yeah, so?”

“Do you know what 69 is?”

I furrow my brows. “Yes, I know what 69 is, and I didn’t get to pick my number... it was handed to me.”

He squints, his lips rolling against one another like he’s trying not to say what he’s thinking.

“Say it, what?” I laugh.

“Have you ever 69’ed?” My breath catches in my throat.

“Um, no. I haven’t,” I reply meekly.

He nods, looking out the windshield. His jaw ticks, his face unreadable.

“All right, I’ll see you later, Rookie.” He taps the dashboard and gets out.

***

Glancing at the MDT, it looks like the police officer needing assistance is Alessandra, so I turn my lights on and fly toward her to make up for lost time.

Driving onto the strip, I find a crowd circled around part of the sidewalk and road, lights flashing. That must be her. Pulling over I get out, hand on my weapon, and head toward her.

“Sir, get out of the fountain!” Alessandra shouts.

“Hey, what do you got?”

She turns toward me, her face full of pure aggravation.

“This.” She gestures toward a guy wearing a flamingo costume, a revealing one, sitting in the fountain of the Flamingo.

“Why didn’t you get him out?”

“I tried, but he got violent.”

“Where is your partner?”

“Fuck if I know. He went to the bathroom and apparently fell in!” She throws her hands all around like a mad woman.

Looking over my shoulder, the crowd has their cell phones out recording.

“Sir, you cannot be in there. This is your last warning to get out of the fountain!” I shout.

“Leave him alone, he ain’t hurting anybody,” one of the citizens yells from the crowd.

Pinching my brows, I know this isn’t going to end well. I hate when citizens get involved.

“I’m about to pepper spray his ass,” Alessandra mutters under her breath.

The man turns, flapping his… wings, and half of his ass and balls reveal themselves. Old, wrinkly balls.

“Ooh,” “Eww,” and “I’m going to barf,” are all heard from the crowd.

Oh, now everyone wants us to do our jobs.

“Please don’t make me go in there.” Alessandra swallows, her face pale.

“You go left, I’ll go right.” I laugh.

Stepping into the water, my shoes are instantly soaked. The man notices us closing in on him and tries to run. I grab one arm as Alessandra grabs his other.

“No, I need to be free. I am pink, and I am nimble. I am a FLAMINGO!” the man hollers.

Oh good lord.

We wrestle him out of the fountain, and he starts trying to pull from us. The face of a crazy person is quickly turning to fury.

Alessandra loses her grip and the man takes a swing, hitting me square in the lip. Adrenaline spikes my mobility; the pain in my lip gone, I kick him behind his legs, dropping his ass to the ground. I dig my knee into his back, and Alessandra pulls her cuffs out.

“I know my rights!” he yells. “You can’t do this!”

“Stop resisting or I’ll taze you!” I warn. He stills at that.

Finally getting him cuffed, we read him his rights as I bring him to his feet. “Pinkie doesn’t feel like walking anymore.” The guy pouts like a child and his legs give out. He drops to the ground unexpectedly and I go with him, my knees biting into the concrete.