Page 87 of Savage Promises

“Hello, Irish guy.” She smiles, seeing she has a fan in Connor, and saunters over to him.

She’s skinny with a huge rack, lots of lip gloss, and too much skin showing under a dirty cropped tee.

Havok. The code name clicks. He’s an Albanian drug dealer. A mid-level scumbag I made security kick off this construction lot twice already.

“Never heard of him,” I lie. “Get lost.”

She steps farther inside instead of leaving, batting her lashes at Connor like it’s a weapon. “Come on, you sure? Big guy, scars like spiderwebs, sells that real potent white thunder?”

Connor waves me off, licking his lips. “I got this.”

I grab his arm, muttering low, “Havok deals for the Albanians.Get rid of her.”

“You guys deciding who wants his dick sucked first?” She opens up her purse and spits a wad of gum into it. “You with the ring, I’m guessing you need a good blow job. Then you’ll tell me where Havok is, yeah?”

Twisting my ring, I say to this hot mess, “My wife sucks my dick just fine.”

She stares at Connor like she’s hungry. Just notblinking. A look that doesn’t belong on a strung-out girl’s face. “You’ll do just fine.”

“I know what I’m doing,” Connor whispers like it’s a challenge or the most fun he’s had in a month.

“You always say that,” I mutter, stepping back.

If anyone can handle her, it’s Connor. But looking at this hot mess has changed something about him. He looks like he just got punched in the ribs. I can’t say I know my brother’s type because his last girlfriend was sixteen and so was he. He’s only ever fucked around since high school. Anyone I caught sight ofwasblonde and big tits.

Let’s face it, that look fits the bill for a lot of guys. Except me. I didn’t want a blonde. I wanted my brunette beauty with curves.

“Come on, sweetheart. Let’s go look for Havok.” A smile builds on Connor’s wicked mouth, the cigarette tucked back into his jacket.

Oh shite.

Biting her lip, the woman looks Connor up and down. “Goodie. You’re much prettier than he is.”

She spins on her heel and walks out, hips swaying, boots scuffing, danger trailing behind her like perfume.

Connor winks and follows her out.

I really hope that’s the last time I see her.

LATER THAT NIGHT INLennox’s bedroom, I hold her thigh against my shoulder while I drive into her wet heat. Sweat coats my skin and hers. We’ve been going at it for hours in her bed, but I unload into her for the fourth time.

I love how her sheets smell and I have to keep talking myself out of moving her into my bedroom so I can wake up to this smell of vanilla and lime every morning.

Collapsing next to her, I pull her close and love how she curls up next to me.

“You’re shaking, baby,” I say, kissing her damp forehead.

“It’ll stop,” she catches her breath.

“I don’t want it to stop.” I brush her face and feel my nose twitch when Hawk hops up onto the bed.

My phone chimes with a text, and I grab it to read the message.

Connor: We got enough men to cover the four Albanians they’re sending to the warehouse tomorrow.

I’m not surprised they’re doubling their manpower considering they lost two soldiers last time.

Me: You got the truck?

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