“Come on, man candy, I need your cuffs. I can only fit so much up this dress.”
Ryan quickly complies and hands her the steel cuffs he has in his back pocket. She cuffs him, then knocks him out with the butt of her gun.
“Stop resisting…also, that was for the smack. What a little dick,” she says, more to herself than us. I’m eyeing her like she’s an alien, still staring at her as Ryan comes over and wraps his arms around me. She finally turns to face us, looks at me with narrowed eyes, then lets out a laugh.
“This is really why all the departments should talk to each other. We could have worked together. I’m guessing we were looking for the same thing. The drug kingpin. Jesus, our bosses really fucked us on this one.” I find myself nodding, slightly disappointed I didn’t get to strangle the life out Kenny.
“I guess we did start weeks between each other. I was so suspicious of you,” I say to her and she nods.
“I just thought you were too bright for your own good. You play being an empty-headed stripper really well,” she tells me in a backhanded compliment.
“Thanks, I think. Neon was always really my color,” I tell her with a shrug.
“Wait, so all the time you were dealing out ‘extra favors,’ Kenny thought you were dealing to Mr. Jenkins?” I ask suddenly.
“Mr. Jenkins is my handler. I was never in any danger. I really wish the departments would have talked to each other. At least now we all know that the Ordonez cartel is the one orchestrating this, and why.”
“Where is Pablo now, is the question,” Ryan says to me and Tara. My face turns grim again.
“I can guarantee if he knows his girlfriend has been shot and Kenny went off the rails, he’s in the wind. The cartel guys are good at disappearing,” Tara says just as grimly as my phone begins to ring. I don’t recognize the number, so I answer quickly.
“Miss James, I see that you’re with Kenny right now. I know the little punk probably squealed like a stuck pig. You better guard him very carefully, because I’d hate for what happened to his sister to happen to him. I’m sure you’ve heard the cartel doesn’t leave loose ends.” The voice on the line has a hint of an accent.
“Pablo, I’m guessing. What did you do to Ember?” I hiss.
“Well, she coded at the hospital ten minutes ago during shift change. I’m sure your boyfriend’s partner will tell him about it in three…two…one.” At that moment, Ryan’s phone rings and he mouths Titus’s name at me. Ryan and Tara are both staring at me as I clench the phone.
“What do you want, Pablo?”
“Mostly just to gloat, querida. You’re very beautiful. I seem to have an opening for a blonde novia, if you’re interested.” His voice trails off.
“Go to hell.”
“Ah, somehow I knew you’d say that. Tell your boyfriend that his bullets were payback for Julio and Carlos. One for each. The cartel doesn’t forgive, nor does it forget. We’ll be coming for all the men in his unit. Until next time.”
The line goes dead in my ear. I relay everything he said to them both, but Ryan looks more unfazed than I’ve ever seen him.
“Stoney, your life, and all of your friends’ lives, just got threatened. Why are you so calm?”
“Because, sweetheart, Collin already knows the cartel was prepping to come after us. There are precautions in place. Collin has more money than God, and now he has a family to take care of. He’s calling the men back in. They’ll move and work from St. Louis as their home base. Let the cartel try. If you think they’re ghosts, you’ve never seen our unit in action,” he tells me softly.
My phone rings again and I almost don’t answer, but I see Michael’s name pop up on the screen and I hit the button in record time.
“Update me. Tell me he’s going to live,” I say in a rush.
“He’s going to live. He coded in the ambulance, but they brought him back. He died for a minute and thirty seconds, but they brought him back. Tell me you got the son of a bitch.” Michael’s tired voice rings with sweet news in my ears.
“Oh, thank God.” I start to cry, then quickly fill him in on the situation with Kenny and Pablo Ordonez. “He doesn’t know I’m DEA. He referred to me as Miss James. But he told me that the cartel is moving in on all major cities in retaliation.” I hold my breath, waiting for Michael’s answer.
“Well, if he doesn’t know who you are, I suggest you continue to be Miss James, even though you cracked this wide open. He contacted you before, he might do it again. You’ll stay under in St. Louis.”
“Understood. Please call Delilah; I’m sure she’s freaking out.”
“Already took care of that. She’s on her way here now, after she threatened to cut my balls off for putting her man in the line of fire.” His bemused tone makes me laugh, because Del would do it too. “Go home, for real this time. Get some rest. You can come to the hospital in the morning to be with Danny. You need to sleep. I’m watching over him.”
“Thanks, boss.” I end the call, then look at Tara and Ryan before my gaze falls on Kenny’s unconscious form.
“Can you take the trash out? I’m still under apparently. Ryan needs to take me home.” Tara nods at my words and Ryan wraps his arms around me, leading me out of the now empty club. I see Haven standing by the door.
“Haven, if you could not mention what I showed you to anyone, I’d really appreciate it,” I tell her tiredly. She nods a bunch of times again.
“Of course, Honey, err, Amber. Your secret is safe with me.” She eyes Tara leading a barely awake Kenny out in handcuffs, her FBI badge hanging around her neck. She leans in close to me.
“Is everybody here a federal agent, except me?” she whispers.
I just wink at her and let Ryan lead me out. It’s time for some much-needed sleep.
Chapter Thirty-Six: Ryan
We get inside my apartment after what seems like forever in the car. Amber looks dead on her feet. Without a word, I lead her back to the bedroom and strip her of all her clothes. She shoots me a wicked smile. It’s my turn to wink at her.
“What are you doing, Stoney?” she asks huskily.
“Getting you ready for bed. That’s it.”
“That better not be it.” Her grumpy voice makes me smile as I continue my actions. I get her to her bra and panties before she slaps my hands away.
She unhooks her bra and throws it in the corner, then slips her underwear down her legs and I groan. Her full tits are jutting at me and I see her nipples harden into diamond pebbles under my gaze. I wet my lips with my tongue and her eyes darken. She launches herself at me, and before I can blink or fend her off, even if I wanted to, she has my shirt over my head and my pants halfway off. I stop her and she growls at me. Like a kitten, god, she’s cute.
“What are you doing, Stonewall me Jackson? You’re putting out. You can’t be all sexy and get me naked, just to not put out. I’ll beg if you want me to!”
Her frantic words make me smile. I kiss her gently on the lips, which she takes as an opportunity to nip my bottom lip, and my cock hardens in my boxer briefs. She sighs in delight as she palms me through them. I hiss and back away from her slightly.
“I want you to tell me,” I tell her.
“Tell you what?” she asks distractedly, gawking at my nearly naked body as I pull my jeans off the rest of the way.
“Tell me your response to what I told you earlier.” She looks confused before realization dawns on her face. She gets a soft, sexy look on her face.
“I love you most, Stoney. I thought you knew that.” The tightness and worry in my chest eases at her words.
I grab her legs and pull her underneath me. She gasps and my cock jumps at the sound, and I grin devilishly at her. She swallows audibly while I lick up her throat, then she gasps again. Next, I nip her earlobe and her skin pebbles underneath my hands. Feeling like I’m playing the most exquisite instrument, I palm her tits and her back arches. My head lowers to catch her taut right nipple between my teeth. Her moans are musi
c to my ears as my cock throbs painfully. Flipping her over, I kiss my way down her spine.
“Tell me you love me again,” I tell her roughly while I massage the globes of her ass. She’s practically purring like a kitten so I stop abruptly.
“Dammit. I love you, Stoney. Please. More.”
As soon as the words leave her lips, I dive face first into her ass. I’m licking her pussy from the back and she starts moaning so loudly I know if Collin hadn’t made sure each apartment was soundproof that the whole city would have heard her by now. My tongue lashes her clit before plunging inside her pussy to taste her unique sweet, musky flavor. As her thighs tighten up, my hands spread her cheeks apart and I tongue right on the rosebud. She tightens more when my finger starts swirling around.
“What…what are you doing, Stoney?” she stutters, her voice laced with pleasure.
“Shhh, I’m exploring what’s mine.” As my sentence tapers off, my finger nudges in her ass and she clenches. With my other hand, I start rubbing her clit and her thighs start to shake.
“Relax, baby. Breathe. I’ll never hurt you.” Her body finally obeys my command and I position myself over her so my cock is nestled in between the globes of her ass. My body thrusts of its own accord up and down the crevice of her ass as I continue to thrum her clit. She starts keening again and my lips lower to her ear.
“Are you ready to see what’s really Stoney about me? Because my cock sure feels like stone right now. Do you want it?”
“Yes, please,” she breathes.
“Where do you want it?” I say, teasing her more with my cock. She squirms, trying to get my cock to penetrate her.
“Fuck, anywhere. Please. Please. Please.”
Her pleas cause my cock to leak before I grit my teeth and plunge hard into her pussy. She cries out and I can feel her silky walls clench hard around my cock. I set a punishing pace and my cock barely slips out before I’m hammering in again. Her pussy clamps down and I see white stars as she cries out her orgasm.
“Fucking sex god. Oh my…fuck,” she cries out as she comes. I pull her hips up to where she’s on her knees with her shoulders and chest still on the bed. My cock pounds into her still spasming pussy. I reach underneath her again and pinch her clit lightly, which causes her to moan louder. Never losing my momentum, I run the other hand up to slap her ass and rub the sting away.
Feeling my own impending orgasm, I reinsert my thumb into her tight little asshole and she goes off like a rocket again, because my girl really is a freak. I drag my cock out almost all the way and slam back in. The fire starts in my toes and races up my back. I come so hard, I swear I see heaven and forget my own name. My body collapses on hers, and moments or maybe hours go by before I realize she’s slapping me.
“Ryan, I love you and all, but you really are heavy, so if you could just slide off me.” Her voice is muffled and I snort out a laugh as I move off to the side, lying on my good shoulder while the other throbs, telling me I might have overdone it.
She flips to her back and looks over at me. Her blinding smile knocks the breath out of me, so I do the only thing I can think to do. I kiss her.
“So, this means you’re my girlfriend,” I tell her matter-of-factly. She rolls her doe eyes at me and I give her my own blinding smile. Her gaze grows soft and I know I have her, forever.
“Yeah okay, whatever, Stoney. I guess I can do that since I’m staying in St. Louis after all. Besides you’d just stalk me more if I said no.” Her eye roll makes me swat her ass and she lets out a giggle. I’ve never been this content in my life, lying right here with the woman I love.
“So, does this mean I’m forgiven?” she asks suddenly with sass.
“I’ll always forgive you, Amber. You should know that by now.”
“Promises, promises, Stoney.”
Six Months Later: Amber
I’m so sick of making mojitos. Briar has been out this whole week and the club has been slammed. I hand another frat boy his girly drink and he tries to hit on me again. I just give him my deranged beauty queen smile and he quickly scampers away. Finally, there’s a lull in the customers wanting cheap vodka. I lean back on my hands and let out a yelp when I remember my butt spikes. Briar thought it was hilarious when I asked where she got her clothes. She special ordered them, and she kindly ordered me some. My bustier has badass spikes, but my leather pants now have butt spikes too. Apparently, the last part was an addition Ryan had asked for, so nobody tries to grab me.
“Hey, baby, you looking for a date?” a deep familiar voice rumbles. Well, well, speak of the devil.
“I don’t know, it depends on how much you charge. You look like you’re worth about ten cents. That might be a little rich for my blood,” I tell him teasingly. His brow cocks but he just shakes his head as his smile grows ever bigger.
“Come on, let’s blow this popsicle stand.”
I give him a look. “You know I can’t, I’m working. Crazy man.” I lean forward over the bar and brush his lips with my own. It’s been pretty quiet here and we haven’t heard hide nor hair from Pablo or the cartel. The hit on my undercover identity apparently got pulled for one reason or another. That fact worries me, and Ryan showing up here at Dark Angels tonight is the exact distraction I need.
“You can. Matt said you could take off, Haven will cover you.” My eyes search out and find Matt across the room standing next to Haven. He meets my stare and nods his head with a smile.
“Well, hot damn, why didn’t you tell me that before? Let’s go!” I vault over the bar and land beside my man, who just laughs at my crazy antics again.
We quickly make our way out of the club, waving at Lance as we go, to where Ryan’s Range Rover is waiting on us. I jump inside with the excitement of a kid. He climbs in the driver’s side and takes my hand. I’m too busy giving him goo-goo eyes to realize we’ve taken a wrong turn, until I glance around at our surroundings.
“This isn’t the way home. Where are you taking me, Sergeant Suspicious?”
“You’ll see.” He just stares forward with a secret smile on his face.
“You’re not taking me out here to murder me, are you?” I ask comically.
“Ha-ha. If I had wanted to do that, it would have been the first time you told me to choke on my own dick when I arrested you for the eighteenth time.”
“Sixteenth, you dick,” I retort under my breath. I stick out my tongue at the same time I realize what we’re parked in front of.
“You brought me to a porn store!” I announce happily.
“Sure did. Let’s go in.” He unbuckles and gets out without any more preamble. I immediately follow suit, and he slows down enough for me to get ahead of him. He knows I like to win. He’s so tolerant of me. I skip happily to the door and jerk it open, and my feet about trip over themselves to get inside. I love porn stores because it means Stoney is going to give me hot, crazy sex. Well, more hot, crazy sex.
I stop short as I notice the dim lighting lit by candles surrounded by dildos. I see Zaydra’s heavily pregnant self in the corner with Collin, and Briar is next to them. Jensen and Miguel stand off to the side with Danny and Delilah. The rest of the guys from the unit emerge from the back with penis candles.
“What’s going on? Why are you guys in a porn store, with candles and dildos? Did I fall and hit my head at the club? Oh wait! Did I fall asleep and this is some weird kinky sex dream?” The questions are falling off my lips in rapid fire succession. I pause when I see Zaydra mouthing, “Turn around” to me. I whirl around and see Ryan on one knee.
“Amber Isabella Jennings, I love that you love dildos more than most people. I love that little things, like me letting you win races to the door, makes you happy. I love how good at your real job you are. I love every single thing about you. Your kindness, your quirkiness, hell, your independence turns me on. But the thing I love most is the way you love me with your whole soul. Will you honor me with the gift of becoming my wife?”
I almost pass out. My e
yes fill with tears and I see the love shining in his own. We could be the only two people in the world at that moment and I’d be just fine.
“Are you sure? Because I don’t want you to say just kidding, because then I’ll have to stalk you for life, and I really do look good in orange, but I don’t think I would for the rest of my life if you end up hating my stalking.” I’m rambling because I do that when I’m nervous. He continues to kneel, staring up at me, his smile never fading. That’s another reason I love him; he lets me get the crazy out.
“Yes. Yes, I will marry you. And probably stalk you, but if we get married, it’ll be more acceptable.”
The words are barely out when he slides a beautiful princess cut diamond ring on my hand and our friends start cheer. He pulls me in for the sweetest kiss of my life before he whirls me around to face our friends.
“She said yes!” he shouts and pulls me back into him. He yelps loudly and I look down. Oh right, butt spikes.
“Butt spikes weren’t that good of an idea, now were they?” I say sassily.
He kisses me again to shut me up. I let it work, this time.
THE END
Bonus Chapter: Zaydra
My hands are shaking as I return from Amber’s apartment. I can’t believe I’m pregnant. I keep wanting to take another test, but I feel like twenty-one might be excessive. I pass Fredrick and he waves at me. I give him a weak smile and a concerned look crosses his face. I wave him off and he nods. I pull out my master key Collin had made for me and use it to buzz the elevator. Living with the owner of the building had perks. Hell, now I’m knocked up by the owner of the building. My mind is pulled from its own musings as the elevator doors slide open and Collin’s handsome face meets mine. His surprise is showing on his face.
“Hey, baby, I just texted you. I thought you’d be at Amber’s for a while longer. I’m glad you’re not. I’ll ride back up with you. I swear, between school, the charity, and my job, we never see each other anymore. I miss you.”
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