Page 76 of Sin

My gaze cut to the officers shouting for us to stop. “I… Yes.”

“Did you not understand the instructions?” Bennett asked with a puzzled frown. “I thought they were pretty straight forward.”

“They were!”

“Then why did you try to kill someone?”

Finally, Charlie took a turn out of the neighborhood, and the cops were left behind as he sped up to a whopping twenty-five miles per hour.

I glared at Bennett. “I didn’t try to kill him! But he was old, and I was like, ‘I am trash man. Rawr!’ Then I think he started having a heart attack and… Why are you laughing?”

Bent over his knees, London couldn’t seem to be able to hold back his laughter. Even a few tears leaked from the corners of his eyes. He glanced up at me, an of-course-this-happened-to-you sort of smile tilting up his lips. “ ‘I am trash man? Rawr?’ ”

I threw my hands up in the air. “I just said what came to me in the moment!”

“Well, you have time to think of something cooler before the next house,” Bennett assured me, patting my head.

I scowled at him and started ripping the trash bag off before remembering I wasn’t wearing anything underneath. London’s gaze dipped to where the bag barely covered my lap, and Bennett smacked him. “Stop ogling the fugitive, and instead, help him come up with a better catch phrase.”

London glowered at Bennett, rubbing the back of his head.

“One,” I said, digging around in my bag for my boxers, “I’m not a fugitive. And two”—I carefully wiggled the boxers up my legs, very much aware of London’s eyes back on me and devouring every bare inch displayed—“I’m not doing that again. I’m done, so if you want to keep going, be my guest. But it’s your turn.”

Bennett pouted. “Fine. Nick, you’re up next.”

“Hell no,” Nick said immediately, swiping a large hand through his short, sandy locks.

Undeterred, Bennett turned to Charlie. But before he’d even opened his mouth, Charlie was shaking his head, several brown strands of hair tickling his forehead. “Nope,” he said, turning down another street. At least we’d officially lost the officers. “Sorry, Bennett.”

Sighing, Bennett folded his arms along the bottom of the open window and rested his head on them. “That’s too bad. I was really looking forward to trying out that thing we had installed earlier. You know? The one in our bedroom?” He sighed again, pouting dramatically. “But I’m not sure I’m up for playing tonight.”

Nick flicked him in the cheek. “Stop trying to fight dirty.”

“Oh, but I want to fight dirty,” he said, grinning salaciously. “I want to fight so dirty with you tonight. I want to be so dirty by the end of the night that not even a shower—”

Mare let out a distressed noise, Eva smothered her ears, and London quickly covered Bennett’s mouth to get him to shut up. Though, he obviously forgot about earlier, and with a curse, he jerked away, cradling his newly bitten finger, the same one from earlier, to his chest. “What is it with you and biting?”

“Charlie loves it when I bite,” he offered brightly, causing Charlie to release an embarrassed groan even as his mouth swooped up in a smile, revealing a dimple. Bennett poked the cute crevice.

“If I do this for you,” Nick said, returning to our earlier conversation, “Do I get to call the shots when we get home tonight?”

Bennett’s eyes almost seemed to dilate, causing London to make a gagging sound. “If that’s what you want.”

Nick grinned, his blue eyes full of mischief. “Deal.”

“Yay! Charlie, take a right up there,” Bennett said, pointing at a sign up ahead.

Nick followed his gaze and an almost panicked expression filled his face. “Never mind. I changed my mind.”

Bennett beamed, leaning further into the truck to plant a wet kiss on Nick’s cheek. “Too late!”

Charlie smiled as he must have caught on to whatever they were saying. “I, for one, love this idea.”

“What are you guys talking about?” London asked, scooting closer to me and helping me out of the rest of my trashed trash bag. I’d been so distracted by the conversation that I’d forgotten I was in the process of dressing.

His fingertips danced lightly over my ribs, giving me goose bumps despite the warm night.

“Thanks,” I murmured as he balled the trash bag and tossed it into the cab of the truck while Bennett pulled a fresh trash bag from the box.

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