Baddest Bad Boys by Shannon McKenna, Cate Noble, E. C. Sheedy Read Free Book Online Page A

out of his pocket. Two rings. Three. Sure enough. It was Danny. Aw, fuck. Fuck.

    Four rings. Robin waited, caressing his slick, throbbing cock with her hands like she couldn’t bear to let go, a question in her eyes.

    A challenge, too. Guilt made him furious.

    Danny waited ten rings before he gave up. Jon flung the thing onto the couch, disgusted with himself. Hogtied by a woman’s mouth. She’d wrangled him so easily. All his bluster, all his resolve, had led him straight to this. Her lube all over his face. His cock in her mouth.

    “So?” His voice came out hard. “You won. Finish me off.”

    She blinked, startled by his harsh tone, but got right to it. Sucked him right back into that vortex of white hot pleasure.

    He should have asked if she was OK with him coming in her mouth, but by the time it occurred to him, it was thundering down, pounding him under.

    He could hardly believe he was still on his feet. He looked down as she wiped her mouth and pressed a kiss to the tuft of springy dark hair at his groin. He felt like shit. Even if she wasn’t his best friend’s baby sister, she was a sweet, vulnerable girl. She had no business getting mixed up with him. He could have stopped himself. And should. Right now. Because as he stared at her body, her big, glowing eyes, he knew he was capable of making it worse. Taking it all the way. Oh, yeah.

    He pulled himself out of her grip, shoved his still turgid dick back into his pants and fastened them. “Class dismissed,” he said.

    She looked disillusioned. “But I…didn’t you like it?”

    “Sure, I liked it, and now it stops. Get your damn clothes on.”

    He walked away. Out the kitchen, out the door, into the rustling moonless night. The wind was tossing the firs, petting them like a big hand. He stumbled out into their midst, watched them bend and sway.

    He had to do something about the cold, dead feeling the Geddes case had left him with. It sat there in the middle of his chest like a rock. He’d tried alcohol, but he didn’t like getting as drunk as he needed to be to blunt it. He hadn’t noticed it when he was wallowing between Robin’s thighs, a voice in his head pointed out. Hadn’t felt it when she was blowing him, either.

    Huh. He’d have to think about that. But it wasn’t permanent. The instant the sexual buzz eased off, the feeling crashed down, just like now. Tenfold. He heard the ringing of his cell. The door opened, and Robin appeared in the door, mercifully, clothed. Silhouetted against the kerosene lamplight, staring down at the screen display.

    “I don’t want to talk to him,” he said.

    “It’s not Danny,” she said. “It’s someone called Mendez.”

    Constance Mendez, the colleague who was covering for him. She wouldn’t call him without a good reason. He strode to the door, grabbed the phone out of Robin’s outstretched hand, and hit Talk. “Yeah?”

    “Amendola. Sorry to bug you, but I thought you’d want to know this.” Her usually crisp voice sounded subdued. “Geddes is dead.”

    Of all things to feel at a piece of news like that, a stab of irrational fear was the most inappropriate he could think of. “Huh?”

    “He sucked down a bunch of hand gel in the bathroom,” she said. “Happened this afternoon. Took him a while to die. I just found out.”

    His stomach lurched. He tasted bile. “Thanks for letting me know.”

    “Maybe, uh…this will help you relax?”

    “Don’t hold your breath,” he said. “Later, Mendez.”

    He broke the connection, stared down at the phone for a minute, and thumbed the thing definitively off. No more calls. He was done.

    Here it was, another opportunity to feel finality, closure. Geddes was cold meat in the prison morgue. You couldn’t get any more final than that. Right? He searched his soul for that finished feeling. He didn’t find it.

    Robin had put on the sweatshirt again. She crossed her arms over her chest. “Bad news?” she asked.

    He opened