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“Close.” My body tightened around his, and I cried out something unintelligible as his hand clenched my ass, keeping me in place.

Sweat ran from his hairline, but the look of intense concentration on his face remained as if he’d made it his life’s mission to keep me coming on his cock.

“Katy,” he groaned when his thrusts became unsteady. “Where?”

“Come inside of me,” I begged.

Nate jerked his head in a nod. “I’m almost there.”

I squeezed his shoulders in desperation as I rode out my next orgasm, moving only on pure instinct. He thrust one final time, his entire body arching up off the couch as he filled me with a hoarse groan.

I rolled my hips forward, chasing the last of my high before collapsing against his chest in exhaustion. Still, our mouths sought each other out, coming together in a frenzy that surprised even me. We feasted on each other as if it were our last meal before breaking apart with a pant.

“Fucking love you, Katy girl,” he murmured against my hair as my head slipped down to rest under his chin.

“I love you too, Nate.” My hand moved down against his beating heart, and I realized my mother was right. In his arms, I hadn’t thought of Jeremy or that night once.

Nate was my talisman.

Chapter Nineteen

Mike

“Masterson, do you copy?” I repeated the question, slower this time, just in case the big lug hadn’t understood my other fifty requests.

“Maybe they’re hooking up,” Lauren offered with a grin. “Like someone in this vehicle has suggested more than once.”

“Jesus Christ, darlin’. You’re gonna drain me dry. What would that make—the third time today?”

She lifted her shoulder in a shrug. “Fourth, but who’s counting?”

Fuck.

As much as I tried to shut her comment out, my dick nudged against the zipper of my jeans, entirely on board with the idea. He was fully committed to spending his time surveilling the inside of her body.

“Darlin’,” I pleaded. “As soon as this job is over, I am all yours, but right now, I need to set an example.”

She bit her lip with a small grin before reminding me, “You set an example in Celia’s laundry room earlier.”

I tried thinking of historical documentaries… of baseball statistics… anything but the vision of her coming apart on top of the old washing machine.

It had surprised me that with as much money as Grey had, he’d held onto the piece of shit. Right up until it hit the spin cycle, and then it became crystal clear.

“Fuck, Red,” I growled. “You know how uncomfortable this fucking zipper is?”

Her hand snaked across the console. “Here, let me help.”

I caught her wrist and held it while working on getting my breathing and my cock under control. “Just—”

She nodded and pulled her hand back to rest on top of her belly. “You’re right. Now’s probably not a good time to do that thing I did for you on our porch swing.”

“Fuck me, Lauren,” I groaned, letting my forehead drop down onto the steering wheel. “Not. Helping.”

We could’ve made love twenty times today, and I would’ve been up for it. The only thing that had kept me from moving our party to the back seat was the fact that my former sergeant’s house had remained dark all evening, leaving me with a severe case of déjà vu.

The Sons weren’t known for leaving loose ends, and if they suspected that we’d identified the cop, they wouldn’t hesitate to eliminate him.

Just like they’d done with Detective Rangel.

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