Page 54 of Fury

I pulled on her tresses of dark brown hair and tugged her face toward me, brushing her lips with mine. She kissed me long and slow, our tongues stroking, sliding, exploring. A moan escaped my throat, and my hands cradled the back of her head.

“I’ve been wanting you to kiss me like this so bad,” she said.

“I’ve been wanting you, period, so goddamn bad,” I replied.

Our tongues tangled together wildly, and I held her close. She settled on top of me and rubbed herself up and down over my body. My hands gripped her ass, bringing her tight over my cock, holding her there. My fingers slid over the bare skin of her thighs and under her panties, digging into her soft flesh.

Our breathing grew ragged and short, and I flexed my hips against hers. “Fuck, you feel good. So damn good.”

The key bolted abruptly in the lock, and our bodies stiffened. My hand shot out toward my gun on the nightstand.

“Hey, it’s me.” Tania stood in the doorway, her expression freezing. “Oh, geez, sorry.”

“I thought—”

“Just me. I-I got the Jack.” She held up a paper bag. “But I can go.”

“No, Tania. Get in here.” Serena slid off me. “I’ll get glasses.”

Tania locked the door behind her. She took the bottle of booze out of the bag and threw two bags of barbecue potato chips at me.

“Good choice,” I said, sitting up and ripping into the chips.

The girls drank out of the two glasses Serena brought over from the dresser, and I chugged straight from the bottle.

A bang on the door made my body stiffen. Tania and Serena froze. I slanted my head at Serena, and she slid soundlessly off the mattress and under the bed. I gestured at the door to Tania, and she nodded, flinging the quilt over the drink glasses. Taking the bottle with me, I went to the other side of the door.

Tania glanced around the room one final time and holding my gaze, put a hand on the doorknob. “Who is it?”

“It’s the police, ma’am.”

Her gaze jumped to mine. I nodded and stepped back against the wall.

“Oh, okay. Do you have a badge?”

“Sure do,” came the reply.

She opened the door a crack. “Hi.”

“Sorry to bother you, but I’m looking for—”

“Your badge?”

“Yeah, right here. “

Tania’s shoulders grew rigid, an eyebrow followed suit. She wasn’t buying it.

“I’m a detective. Looking for a teenage girl.”

“Uh huh. Well, I’m not her, that’s for sure.”

He laughed. “Not too far off, though.”

Tania grinned. A brittle, impatient, get-the-fuck-on-with-it grin.

“Yeah, well, this girl’s a runaway.” He held up a photograph. “You seen anyone to fit that bill?” He shifted his weight, his feet shuffling in the doorway.

“No, but I haven’t been out either. I’ve been holed up here, waiting for my boyfriend. He’s about ten minutes out on his way from Meager. I’m getting ready for our own private party. So, no, I haven’t seen any runaway teenagers. This motel room is all I’m interested in tonight, if you get my drift. We’re out of here first thing in the morning. So, if you’ll excuse me—”

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