by Unknown
“Shit, Flynn is hitting that? Damn! I’d sell my soul for an hour with her,” said Daily in a hushed tone to Detective Winters. It earned him an elbow to the ribs when Brogan lifted a brow, giving them both a dirty look.
“Yeah, so would half the men in here Daily, and I don’t think Brogan would let you within five feet of her after that comment,” Lily said, as she watched the doctor walking away in her fancy clothes and boots.
Something didn’t add up with this woman, and she needed to do some investigating. A rich French bitch just didn’t go for a local civil servant. Better deal her ass. There was no way this woman was interested in a cop for just sex.
It just didn’t happen outside fairytales and romance novels.
That meant one thing.
Background check.
After all, she was only covering her partner’s ass.
Jolie saw the panic on his face, and it amused her. Despite his horror of what was to come, he still opened his arms to seal her to his body.
It made her heart flutter more.
Brogan wrapped her in his arms, knowing they had everyone’s attention. What happened next would either be him getting busted for a lip lock in the office, or getting arrested for trying to assault her on his desk.
He prayed for control.
“Hello, my very sexy detective,” she purred, hearing his thoughts and panic.
“Damn it,” he muttered, before her lips caressed his and her hands went into his hair. PDA’s at work were a big no-no for him, and here he was breaking his own rules.
Then, he forgot to think.
Jolie offered him calm as she deepened the kiss and pushed energy into his body. The tangling of tongues called to her, making a delicious ball of heat form low in her torso.
Oh yeah, she definitely wanted him.
Brogan’s body reacted much like he knew it would. He was hard, horny, and in a room full of co-workers. This was like that dream where you show up to school naked and couldn’t find your classroom.
When her fangs appeared, brushing his tongue, he reached for her mind.
“Please, Jolie. I’m weak.”
“Flynn, relax, and I’ll dull as much of the excitement from you as I can.”
“God, this is so damn hard,” he answered honestly.
“We’ll remedy that soon enough.”
“What?” he gasped, as she pulled away.
They ignored the cat calls and whistles going on around them. The detectives were already having fun with this one.
Jolie checked his color. He appeared to be back to normal, except his face was flushed from the feel of her body pressed to his. In the clothing Chloe had picked out, she was almost as tall as him, and she made a mental note to thank her for having excellent taste. Nothing made her happier than being lip to lip with her sexy detective.
“May I sit and join you, Flynn, darling?”
He nodded.
Jolie pulled away from him, waiting as he pulled up a chair for her. If anything, his gentlemanly behavior was very attractive.
Crossing her long legs when she sat, her foot rubbed against his shin, keeping them in contact. “Do you feel better?”
Brogan leaned forward uncomfortably, so only they could hear the conversation. “Yeah, this is just what I needed,” he muttered, and then looked up into Jolie’s face. Despite being horny and agitated, he was finding it hard to be irritated with her.
She reached for his face to stroke his cheek. After making contact, he took her hand in his to kiss her palm. Now, he twined his fingers with hers.
“Thank you for coming here, but next time call for me, and I’ll come out to the car.”
“You need to feed in the morning, Flynn. Had you, then this little incident wouldn’t have occurred. Maybe,” she teased, winking at him.
“You were both asleep,” he whispered, talking low. It wasn’t lost on him that some of the men were still ogling her body. Possessively, Flynn placed his hand on her thigh signaling his territory.
Her pulse raced at the contact. Jolie was in heaven.
“We died early, so that we could take care of your needs, and talk. I think you rushed out to avoid the discussion, not the feeding.”
Yeah, smart women weren’t always a blessing.
She had him on that one.
“You have needs, and we need to discuss them.”
Brogan shrugged even as his heart skipped in his chest. Somehow, he didn't think she was referring to him being fed daily.
“I wasn’t,” she answered, caressing his hand.
“What?” he asked, being snapped back to the current conversation. Apparently, despite the energy drain, Jolie was hanging out in his brain. If she was in there, then she was well aware of what his needs were.
“I am, and we’ll discuss it later, my love. We have to visit the council this evening,” she stated, brushing a piece of lint from the sleeve of his very expensive suit jacket.
The look on his face said it all.
“Yes, Flynn, I’m referring to sex.”
“I don’t get it.”
“I do believe that’s the point.” Her laughter brushed his body, and he reacted. “I want to rectify that.”
“Are you saying I’m going to have sex with you?”
“Do you want to?” she asked, knowing the answer but wanting to hear him say it.
“Hell yeah, I do, Jolie, but not if Jacques is going to kill me.”
“He won’t.”
That garnered no response.
“Let’s try this. What if he wouldn’t stop you from that type of relationship? Would you still be interested?” Jolie added.
Flynn couldn’t even string a sentence together at that point. His body was throbbing with need, he was turned on, and now they were discussing sex.
“I mean it. Would you still be interested?” she asked again. “If you’re not attracted to me, then we won’t ever bring it up again.”
“Jolie, I spend half of my day thinking about sex with you, and the other half trying to stop myself. Of course I’m attracted to you. I’ve never wanted another woman quite like this before.”
“Then, we don’t have a problem.”
“Jacques is going to share you?”
“Yes.”
“Why?”
“We’re family, and we’re bound together. We can deny the bond and let you suffer, or we can do what is perfectly natural to vampyres and… indulge.”
“So, this is natural?”
“We think so. Are you okay with the idea?”
“I don’t know.”
“Think about it and get back to me.”
She stood from her chair before leaning down to kiss him again gently on the lips. When her fingers lovingly caressed his rough jaw, he melted a little more.
As Jolie began to move away from him, Flynn suddenly pulled her up against his body while he was still sitting. His head rested against her waist as he clung to her tightly.
“Thank you, Jolie, for everything you’ve done and given to me.”
It touched her that he would offer that moment of tenderness in a room full of his peers. She was right about him. He was a very good, kind man.
“Au revoir, my love.”
“Goodbye, baby,” he replied, trying out the first term of endearment that came to mind. When she didn't object, he figured it was a good choice.
Jolie waited until he released her. Once free from his arms, she glided back through the bullpen, drawing everyone’s attention. Looking over her shoulder, she blew him a kiss.
“Later,” she reminded him.
He didn't reply. Flynn was too busy replaying the conversation over in his head, wondering what he was going to do now.
Peace overtook him as he sat back in his chair. The second that Jolie cleared the door, that’s when his co-workers struck.
The entire room broke out into raucous applause.
Then, there was the laughter.
Finally, balled up pieces of paper with scores writ
ten on them were tossed his way. There were some eights and a few elevens from the female detectives.
Well shit!
He was never going to live this one down for as long as he lived. Thankfully, he was the only immortal in the room, and he’d be around long after all of them were gone.
Laughing, he gave in and smiled. Brogan could either get upset or join in. In all honesty, he would have done the same thing in their place. Besides, who was really the one laughing? When he got home later, the sexy doctor would be waiting for him.
Yeah, he was going to have the last laugh.
“Can we get back to work now?” asked his partner, as she sat down across from his desk.
“Yeah, we need to.”
“She’s something,” added Lily, tapping her pen. “How long have you guys been together? The chemistry is, wow.”
“You have no idea,” Brogan answered grinning, as he ignored the rest of the question.
They had enough show and tell today. If anything, he’d try and preserve the rest of their relationship from prying cop eyes.
Lily stopped with the questions once she realized that she wasn’t going to get anything more from her partner. Maybe she would have to swing by and visit with the illusive Dr. Harcourte to find out what made the woman tick.
You know, to protect her partner.
Lily grinned. After she ran her, there would be a little social call.
There was something there.
Detective Lily Winters would bank on it.
∞ ∞ ∞
Wednesday Evening
Jacques lay naked on the bed, nuzzling Jolie’s cheek. There was nothing better than curling up to Jolie while she rubbed against his body. He was already heated up and he had plans for her to finish fulfilling his needs. As he nipped Jolie’s ear, she giggled before rolling away from his body.
“We need to get ready for tonight, mon amour.” Effortlessly, she managed to escape.
At the side of the mattress, she glanced back at the naked man in the bed. If they didn't want to be late to council, she needed to make an escape back to their quarters.
From the look in his eyes, Jolie doubted that was going to happen. If he wanted a playful romp, who was she to deny him? “Jacques, I need to shower and so do you.”
Jacques laughed at her words as he crawled across the bed toward her. Not once did his eyes leave hers, as the predator prepared to chase down his delicious little minx.
Jolie saw the telltale sign that he was going to make the move, and before she could react, she found herself tossed over his shoulder. “Jacques!” Jolie continued to squirm. “Put me down, immediately!”
He chose to ignore her as he carried Jolie down the hall toward their quarters. Family members greeted them, and acted as if nothing was wrong. In their defense, this wasn’t the first time he’d carried a naked Jolie like this.
In fact, lately, this was the norm.
“Jacques!” she demanded again, slapping him on the bare ass, as she hung upside down.
“I’m not finished with you yet,” he growled, offering her the same slap back. When she gasped, he grinned ferally.
Once inside their room, he kicked the door closed and carried her into the shower. It was time to get his mate soapy, warm, and wrapped around his body. Well, a specific part of him anyway.
“We have to get ready for the council meeting tonight, Jacques, there isn’t a lot of time.” She squirmed as he stepped into the spray of water with her.
“Then, I’ll have to move quickly,” he replied, placing Jolie back on her feet before turning her toward him. Without any hesitation, he began nibbling on her neck. “I can’t help myself. I want you again.”
“Jacques, what’s gotten into you?” she asked, as she arched into his body while his mouth did wicked things. When he lifted her and braced her back against the chilly tile wall, it pulled a gasp from her lips.
“I believe it’s what has gotten into you,” he replied, as he slid deep into her body. The beckoning warm heat called to him. There would never be enough of this sensation. He could repeat this every day for eternity and never be bored.
Jolie inhaled sharply, allowing Jacques to lead the way. There was nothing sexier than her mate warm, wet, and all soapy. There was so much need flowing off of him, that she didn’t have the heart to tell him no.
“I need you,” he admitted.
“Jacques,” she moaned, as he assaulted her unmercifully. At least she could kill two birds with one stone. Hot sex and feeding time all wrapped into one. Maybe they wouldn’t be late for tonight after all. Moving her hair, she offered him her throat. “Feed, mon amour, and take whatever you need.”
Jacques growled as he simultaneously slammed his erection and teeth into her body. The dual invasion was sending shivers of pleasure across his body.
In fact, Jolie was making it hard for him to concentrate.
When she moaned under his wandering fingers, he continued to gulp. As she shook, Jacques knew she was close, and he desperately wanted to push her over. Once finding that perfect spot, he repeatedly hit it, all the while sucking fervently on her throat.
She shook.
He quaked.
They fell.
At her calling his name, they took the tumble together, spiraling into the bright lights. Her hands were buried in his hair and his mouth was firmly against her throat.
“Mmmmm,” she purred, as he slipped his fangs from her throat. “As always, Jacques, that was perfect.”
“Was I fast enough for you?” he teased.
Leaning against the wall, she started laughing. “You’re a funny, funny dead man.”
He snorted, lowering her to the floor. When she nuzzled his bare chest, his heart skipped. Love overflowed from him in a boundless supply for her.
“I love you, Jolie.”
She reached for his mind, so she could share her heart without having to say a word. There were flashes of their lives, then and now. Each one showed how she looked at him, felt, and saw her champion over the years, even when he didn't notice.
“Merci, Jolie,” he said softly, as he handed her a towel. “I needed that.”
Jolie believed they both did.
When Jolie and Jacques exited the bathroom wrapped in towels, they found Brogan on the bed waiting for them. He watched them with guarded eyes. “Evening,” he said, lounging there with his arms behind his head and his gun still in the shoulder harness.
“Good evening, mon ami,” answered Jacques, as he dried his hair with a towel. “Are you ready for tonight?”
“Yeah,” he said, as Jolie moved in his direction. Almost out of habit, his eyes flickered nervously toward Jacques. When Jolie dropped down beside him to curl up against his body, he tensed.
“I missed you, Flynn,” she offered, resting her head on his shoulder, and her hand on his heart. It kicked beneath her palm, mimicking her own.
The chaste contact helped him relax. If anything, Flynn had learned over the last few months that vampyres tended to be touchy feely. This kind of contact wouldn’t get you into trouble. It was what you did after that caused the shit to hit the fan. He’d used these moments to get him through his desire filled nights.
Jolie and Jacques knew what he was thinking. Both vampyres had been waiting in his mind to comfort him if he tried to bolt. Their human was incredibly skittish.
“Want me to close my eyes so you can get a running head start?” Jacques teased, lacing up his leather pants.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. Laugh it up,” Brogan said, trying to get his body as far from hers as possible. It wasn’t that he didn't like feeling and smelling her, it was just… torture.
When she touched his arm, he stared down at her lips, desperately wanting to taste them. Their earlier kiss at his office was playing over and over again in his mind.
Jacques sensed his discomfort, and he reached for Flynn’s mind. “Go ahead, mon ami.”
“Are you sure?”
“Oui.”
Brogan leaned down and gently placed his lips against Jolie’s. She was all warm and smelled spicy like her body wash. As he prepared to end the kiss, she refused to let him go. Her hand was wrapped around his tie, and the other was buried in his hair.
She wasn’t ready for it to end, and Jolie suspected that neither was he.
Deepening the kiss, she stayed in his mind, making sure that he was getting the maximum amount of pleasure from it. As soon as he began to feel distressed, she set him free.
“Thank you,” was all he could get out.
Jolie laughed at that. “No, Flynn, thank you.” She brushed her hand across his cheek.
He grabbed her wrist to get her attention. “Why?”
“Why not, Flynn?” she said, touching his lips. “We discussed this at your job. Anything past here means that you’ll have to make the next move. It has to be your decision to take this further. We won’t force you.”
He measured her words carefully as she walked away. This was the second biggest decision of his life. The first had been when he opted to make the gamble of trusting them. It had been a good choice, and he didn't regret it. Now, he needed to think.
“So, what are we doing tonight?” he asked huskily, still breathing in Jolie’s scent that was clinging to his shirt.
Jacques returned from the closet fully dressed. The black leather and silk clung to his body, making him appear sexy and lethal at the same time. “We need to present a united front tonight.”
“Okay, that means?”
“It means Jolie must appear to be the strongest of the three of us. Since she’s the mistress and leads the family, we have to tread lightly. You’ll need to address her as such when you’re speaking to her. Also, try to stay focused on everything around us.”
“That’s fine,” he paused. “Why do I think that there’s some bad news on the tip of your tongues, and you’re just not telling me?”
“We need to be very careful,” Jacques replied, following Flynn into the closet, so he could get changed.
“Why Jacques?” he asked, unbuttoning his shirt.
“We may be challenged tonight.”
“Challenged?” he asked, sliding into a pair of leather pants which matched Jacques’s.
He stood in front of him as he tried to explain. “Jolie will be the visitor going into this, and they’ll have every right to test her to see what they’re up against. They’ll want to measure if having her on the council is an asset, or a liability. Plus, they’ll want to check out what she owns.” He paused, allowing the words to hang in the air.