Page 58 of Flint

“Talk about an ending to the show.”

I just smirk at my kitten’s lame jokes. What else am I going to do? Disagree? Fuck no. Best way to end anything in my book.

Chapter 25 – Julianne

“Y

ou ever going to tell me how you ended up getting slotted to be on guard detail with me from the start?” I ask.

“You complaining?”

He presses his dick into my back as he wraps me more in his arms while we lie on my bed. I giggle because, yeah, there’s a dick at my back, touching my ass. I kind of like it, and I’m kind of turned on, but I’m so done with sex right now.

After our mini session in the dressing room, it didn’t take long for us to get home. Just a chin lift and a wave, and we were off. What proceeded after we got home can only be described as marathon sex. We fucked, slept for like maybe twenty minutes, and fucked some more. Got food delivered, screwed each other on the table while we waited, ate, then sexed it up on the living room couch. We’ve been doing nothing but having sex. Our breaks come in the form of food or small naps. Not complaining—so not complaining—but my girl is sore. She’s thrown in the towel. We even used lube, like nearly a whole bottle, the last few hours ’cause I wasn’t done, and I refused to let my body give out before I did.

Now we’re doing what’s referred to as snuggling. Not saying I’m one for it or not, but I could get used to this. Being wrapped up in each other, just listening to the other breathe. Not in a creepy way, like I’m waiting for him to take his last breath. More in a calming way, hearts beating as one.

“Never. Just want to know who to thank.”

Flint’s chuckle at my back has me shivering with pleasure. No, bad kitty, I mentally scream at my girl between my legs that’s desperately trying to wake up and play. I swear, my hoo-ha is worse than him sometimes.

“Bulldog.”

“Oh.” I turn in his embrace. He doesn’t even adjust as I roll to face him. A small smile plays on his lips. I love that look on him. “Tell me more. What did you do to piss off the big, bad VP?”

He smiles a bit more, but it’s not a happy one.

I nod. “Okay, so not a good story. You got a look, kind of like you’re about to tell me you hit a bird while driving home, and it was the one I grew up with my whole life.”

“You know, most people reference dogs getting run over.”

“I’m not most people.”

“Thank God for that.”

He sweeps in for a quick kiss, but that isn’t our thing. Maybe it will be one day, but today? Today we have a full-on make-out session for a good five minutes before he pulls away. Him, not me. Hell, I think I even followed him up for a beat before I realized he wasn’t coming back for seconds.

Darn.

“I fucked up. I put his life on the line, thinking I knew what was right.”

“Well, that sucks.”

“It gets worse. I was so into doing things my way that when his old lady came telling me she had intel, I pushed her out of the office. I also made some remarks that any brother would have a field day with regarding how I treated an old lady, and that put her at risk too. We could have lost both of them.”

“But you didn’t.”

“Yeah, no thanks to me. In the end, it was Lady’s friends who got them out. We still don’t know how she did it, and she ain’t talking. Bulldog actually refuses to let her tell us, mostly because it saved him from his psycho ex, and he feels like he owes Lady at least one secret to keep.”

He smooths out my squinched eyebrows as he explains a bit more. “She had to tell him a big secret to keep the bastard. Something that should never have been shared in that way, but he forced her hand. So now he owes her.”

“So you called an old lady a whore, or something like that, told her to fuck off, and put her in harm’s way. Bulldog was mad at you for that, but it all worked out since someone had her back the entire time and saved everyone?”

He nods.

“How do I fit into this?”

“I’ve been on bitch duty for a while since it happened. Worse than prospect duty. My patch was on the line. I usually man the comms when shit goes down, but I still needed to prove myself again to the club. So I took the shit details and the bad assignments anytime they came. When you set off the alarms, we didn’t know who it was. Could have been a wild coyote or someone looking to start something. First line of defense never usually lasts long in either scenario, but I was going to prove a point. Instead, I got you.”

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