Page 90 of Lawless in Leather

“I was going to say pleased,” he said. He slipped a hand between her legs, found her clit with his thumb as one finger slid into her. “But you can keep on talking if you want.”

“No talking,” she said. “Just you. Come here.” She tugged him down so they were sprawled across the leather seat with him on top of her, pulling him against her, arching impatiently as he dealt with his zipper and then was inside her with one hard push that made her gasp.

“God,” she managed. “Remind me to fight with you more often if this is how you do makeup sex.”

“Not going to happen,” Mal said. “You’re not getting away from me again.” He started to move and she decided she agreed with him. He wasn’t getting away from her again. Not if she had any say in it. And then she stopped thinking at all.

Raina’s haze of happiness lasted well into the next afternoon. Until Mal came looking for her as she was doing her postgame check of the wings.

“Hey,” she said, putting down the feather she was holding.

“Hey yourself,” he said. He leaned down and kissed her. “How are they holding up?” He nodded at the row of lockers.

“A couple of feathers adrift. Nothing me and Brady’s magic glue technique can’t fix. You don’t have another home game for a week anyway. Plenty of time.”

“If the team keeps playing the way they have, Alex is going to want to take the Angels on the road.”

Raina froze. “On the road? I can’t travel with the?—”

Mal laughed. “I know. I was teasing. The other owners would have to agree to have the Angels perform at their games. I can’t see that happening anytime soon.”

“What about next year?” Raina said.

“Unless something drastic happens, I’d say we’ll be the Saints and the Fallen Angels for a while yet,” Mal said. “Even our Triple A team is asking for them to come and cheer at their games.”

“What did Alex say to that?”

“Alex told them if they started winning like the Saints then he’d think about at least letting the Angels come meet the team.”

“Sounds like a solid motivational technique for young guys,” Raina said.

Mal nodded, but his expression turned serious. “I actually came down to see you about something.”

Unease curled through her. “Why don’t I like that expression?” she said. “Should I be sitting down?”

“Not sure,” Mal said. “It’s not exactly good news.”

“Okay, I’m sitting,” she said. She patted the bench next to her. If she was going to be upset, she might as well have Mal next to her. He was so nice to hang on to. “Come and tell me.”

“Well, it’s like this,” Mal said. “I just got off the phone with the police. They’ve just finished interviewing Charles Buckley.”

“Feather guy?”

“Feather guy. Who apparently has decided that he might as well confess all now that he was dumb enough to give them his name.”

“That sounds good. What’s the sentence for breaking and entering and assault these days?”

“Long enough that he won’t be bothering anyone for a while. The police said they suspect he’d done this before. Stalked women. Maybe worse. They’re going to keep working on him to see if they can get him to tell them anything more. But here’s the thing. He admitted to doing the wings and to the social media stuff. Admitted to breaking into Marly’s place, which was, admittedly, kind of hard to deny but he is denying doing anything to your truck or knowing anything about the stuff that happened at Madame R’s.”

Crap. Her heart sank. “That means I have my very own stalker out there?”

Mal shook his head. “I don’t know. But I’m getting the feeling we’re missing something. Graffiti and your tires—that feels more like trying to scare you off or something. It’s not the same as the wings and online harassment. No one has been harassing you online, right?”

“No more than usual,” Raina said. “I do burlesque, I get a certain amount of idiots, the same as anyone.”

“I apologize for my sex,” Mal said.

“Oh don’t,” she said. “I’m quite fond of your sex.”

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