Page 33 of Draven

Rolling her eyes in what’s becoming a regular habit, she mutters, “You’re a gigantic dick.”

“No, sweetcheeks. I have a gigantic dick. Get it right.”

She snatches the glasses from me, launches to her feet, and stomps across the room. The door to her bathroom slams shut, and I can’t help but grin. I fucking love baiting her. It’s my new favorite hobby.

When she returns, I barely recognize the woman standing before me. The change of hair color, longer length, coupled with the glasses completely changes her face. Even if we do bump into Shala, he’ll be hard-pressed to make any connection between her and Kiera.

“Well,” she says, gesturing to the side and performing a curtsey. “Will I do?”

Her face may have changed, but I’d recognize that sassy attitude and smoking bod anywhere. When it comes to the latter, the image is burned onto my fucking eyeballs.

I rise from the sofa. “You’ll do.”

“Good,” she says. “Then, let’s get going.” She snatches her car keys off the kitchen counter and heads for the door, but I beat her to it.

“Gimme the keys.”

She raises her chin, her defiance shining in the cut of her jaw. “No. It’s my car, and I’m driving.”

I release a harsh sigh. “Fuck’s sake, woman. Do you have to argue about every goddamn thing?”

Her comeback is so swift, it gives me whiplash. “Fuck’s sake, man. Do you always have to be in charge?”

My lips curve into the beginnings of a smile as she flings open the door and strides down the hallway, her hips swaying. I track every delicious step, my eyes on her ass, each cheek the perfect size for my hands.

Jesus, I need to get my mind off her body and onto the upcoming job. Except the only job that interests me is of the blow variety. My cock would look fantastic sheathed by those pretty lips.

Great. Now I have a hard on.

“Are you coming or what?” Louise hollers over her shoulder as she steps into the elevator.

“I fucking wish,” I mutter, following her.

I keep my eyes to myself as we travel down to the lobby because my cock doesn’t need any further encouragement. Across the parking lot, the turn signals blink as she unlocks her car. Even before I open the passenger door, I know I’ve got a problem. Somehow, I fit my big body inside, but my knees are virtually up to my chin.

“Jesus, did they build this car for hobbits?”

Louise giggles, the sound so alien and unexpected.

So addictive.

“You look hilarious,” she says. “Hang on, I need to take a picture of this. I’m sure your friend Ciaran would appreciate it.”

Her eyes twinkle as she digs her phone out of her pocket. There’s a lightness about her I haven’t witnessed since working together eight years earlier. A weird sensation spreads through my chest—a kind of warmth, almost a burn—and I rub my sternum with a closed fist.

“Take a single picture and you’ll regret it.”

“Oh, yeah?” she taunts. “What you gonna do, big man?”

My dick almost bursts through my jeans, pressing uncomfortably against my zipper. I shift in my seat, which does absolutely nothing to alleviate my discomfort.

“Just fucking drive, woman,” I growl.

“Lightweight.” She puts her phone away. “I’ll take pity on you… this time.”

I grunt, hoping if I stop playing along, she’ll quit with the flirting. It’s playing havoc with my balls, and I imagine they’re already a darker shade of blue. If she carries on pushing my buttons, my planned punishment fuck will be happening in the back seat of this tiny car.

She reverses out of the parking space and eases onto the highway. As her tinpot vehicle trucks along, she falls silent, her eyes on the road ahead as she negotiates the busy traffic heading north. She consistently gnaws her cheek, and her left leg won’t stop jiggling. I don’t underestimate how hard all the waiting around is for her. Thankfully, her tenure in the police force will have taught her that investigations take time. We either do this right, or we risk losing Kiera and the other women for good.

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