Page 64 of The Twins
“So you’ll be up for kinky fun again sometime?”
“If I think you deserve it.”
He laughed suddenly. “Oh really? Ifwedeserve it.”
“Yeah, really.”
He snapped me close, nearly spilling my coffee. “I have so many dirty thoughts about you, Rebecca, that I’m walking around with a constant hard-on, and I want to make all myfantasies reality, but don’t ever forget, it’s not just your sexy body, it’syouthat turns me on. You.”
“Fuck, she turns me on, too, I’ve got a raging boner.” Finn appeared at my side, his cock tenting his boxers. His smile was sleepy and his hair mussed up.
I giggled and accepted his kiss. “Shame to waste it, but you’ve got to get to the gym, Cillian tells me.”
“Ah damn, that’s true.” He frowned at the clock and then poured coffee. “You should get dressed, doll. If we’re leaving soon.”
“No, I’m not coming.”
“I don’t want you out of our sight. There’s a madman on the loose, and he’s set his sights on you.”
“I’ll be fine here. Cillian said there’s always someone around keeping an eye on things.”
Finn frowned at Cillian. “You said that?”
“It’s the truth. And it’s up to Rebecca.”
“I’m not going anywhere,” I said and then sent a quick prayer heavenward that nothing legal would come in. “I need a chill day before the crazy of work tomorrow. I have a big case to prep for.”
Finn frowned, his eyebrows drawing together. He wasn’t happy about the plan.
“I’ll be fine.” I turned and went to the fridge, surveyed what was there. “Anyone want eggs and bacon? I’ll cook while you get ready.”
“I can get on board with that plan,” Cillian said. “Come on, bro, we got the Morten versus Clay fight going on.”
“Yeah, okay.”
I turned and winked at Finn. “I’ll be fine, promise, and I might even make a cake if you’ve got the ingredients.”
* * * *
My morning passed leisurely. I cooked breakfast and saw my men out of the door, showered, and washed my hair, then browsed their single bookshelf. I scooped up a book about summiting Everest.
I’d just settled down on a comfy chair that was flooded with sunlight when my phone rang. I saw the number and groaned. “Hey, Mary, what’s up?”
“Sorry, Rebecca, you’re on call, right?”
“For my sins.”
“There’s an emergency down at Bullingdon.”
I sighed. “Really?” Bullingdon was the local high-security male prison. “Nothing that can wait until Monday?”
“I tried to fend it off for you, but no, the staff are insisting on legal representation. There’s been some kind of inmate attack, new charges that sound pretty serious.”
“Oh, okay, I’ll get myself down there. What’s the name?”
“Samuel Conner.”
“What’s he in for?”
