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“I need to go call Sam.” She walks out of the room seductively, almost vexingly. The little siren just loves to provoke me. But I’m stronger than that. There’s only one place I want to stick my dick, and that’s right in her loose, primed ass.
27
Kayla
Igrab my phone off the charger in the kitchen and quickly dial Sam. I’ll admit, this conversation is going to be weird—me naked with a shiny new butt plug lodged in my ass—but my pride won’t let Dev have the last word. I’ll tease him until one of three things happens: he fucks me, ties me to the bed, or exercises all restraint and just goes to work. I’m really hoping for the first option because my need is already starting to itch from the plug wreaking havoc on my body.
“Hello?” Sam answers like she knows it’s me.
“How come I’m the last one to know everything?”
“You’re not. I was going to tell you. I’ve just been putting some things to rest.”
“You looked awesome on TV. Dev said you looked badass.” I’m monumentally proud of her.
“He did?” She actually chuckles. “I was just doing my job. No recognition is necessary.” Modest, as always.
“Yeah, right! You were part of one of the biggest drug busts in this area’s history! Recognition is most definitely necessary.” Sam laughs outright. As I listen to her happy sound, Dev walks into the kitchen. I stiffen as he brushes by me, my eyes following his every step. He grabs a bottle of water from the fridge then approaches me.
“Behave, butterfly,” he mouths, sliding the icy plastic over one nipple. I jerk as he keeps walking straight out the door.
Fuck, it’s going to be a long day. I sag against the brown-speckled laminate counter.
“Kayla? Are you still there?” Sam’s tone elevates.
“I’m here,” I answer distracted.
“Did you hear what I said?”
“No, sorry, can you repeat it? I got distracted.” My cheeks heat from a mixture of arousal and embarrassment.
“I said it never would have happened if it wasn’t for you.”
“Me?” I make my way into the small laundry room off the kitchen to find some clothes.
“Yes, you. That license plate you sent me set all the wheels in motion. We looked into the owner of the bike and found out he had some very strong ties to an underground drug ring. He was also an addict and very sloppy, so it was easy to keep him under surveillance. We set up a sting to trap him. It was almost too easy. He had two strikes already, so with a little persuasion, he gave up the higher-level players to avoid a long stint in jail. After that, we watched and waited. And we learned a lot. The whereabouts of the abandoned church they used as a warehouse. The routes they traveled to transport the drugs, even their suppliers. It was a multi-state operation and thousands of devoted man hours.”
“That all happened from one simple picture? It sounds so involved.” I pick through the clothes in the dryer.
“It was. But that crap is off the streets, and Viper is where he belongs, behind bars.” There’s an air of relief in her voice.
I smile, pulling out one of Dev’s white T-shirts. It’s still warm, and the heated cotton enlivens my skin as I slide it on.
“I’m proud and happy and pissed you didn’t tell me sooner.”
“I know, but I couldn’t, so you’ll just have to forgive me this time.”
“Ugh, fine,” I tease sarcastically, grabbing a pair of folded hot pink underwear from the top of the dryer.
“Glad I’m forgiven,” she mimics my tone. God, I really do adore my aunt. “So enough about me. What’s going on with you?”
“Um…” I pull on the bikinis. “Same old.” I walk out of the laundry room, the plug reminding me of its presence with every step.
“Same old? Kayla, I don’t think there’s anything same or old about your life.”
I chew on my lip. What does she want me to say? I decide on the truth. “I’m happy.”
Sam sighs on the other end of the line. “All my professional instincts tell me what you’re involved in is risky. Please be careful.”
