King of Diamonds (Desert Sons MC Book 3) by Kathryn Thomas Read Free Book Online Page A

yesterday or today.”
     
    “The cops are probably too embarrassed to admit they lost the cars,” Tina chimed in.
     
    “Maybe they haven’t noticed yet.”
     
    “Oh, they’ve noticed,” Jack said. “Tina left a ‘fuck you’ note for them.”
     
    “A what?”
     
    “I printed off a sheet of paper that thanked them for keeping the cars safe for us. Jack and I both signed it.”
     
    Marshall burst into laughter. “Nothing like adding a little insult to injury. That’s classic. No wonder they haven’t leaked the story. I bet they are tearing up the town looking for those cars.” He chuckled again. “I wish I could have been there when they found that note.”
     
    “That will teach them to mess with Tina,” Jack teased. “She doesn’t take prisoners.”
     
    “No. I see that she doesn’t. Tina… he’s my best friend. Don’t kill him, please.”
     
    “Don’t worry. I’m taking good care of him,” she said as she rubbed her ass into his crotch.
     
    “I’m sure you are. But is he taking care of you?”
     
    “He’s not doing too bad.”
     
    “Any news on finding a buyer?” Jack asked as he tried to put the conversation back on track.
     
    “The guy in South America will take the GTO. He’s upped his offer to three million.”
     
    “But nothing else?”
     
    “Nothing firm. Cheryl may have a line on some Russian dude, but nothing else. Brett’s talking to a Saudi prince or something. He wants the cars, and certainly has the money, but he’s concerned that the cars are stolen and Brett doesn’t think he is going to bite.”
     
    “So we have a definite on the GTO, and a maybe from a Russian. Does he want the lot?”
     
    “That’s the way he’s talking, according to Cheryl.”
     
    Jack thought for a moment. “Let’s put the pressure on him. We’ll give him until… what is today?”
     
    “Tuesday,” Marshall supplied.
     
    Okay… let’s give him until Wednesday night to confirm or we’ll let the GTO go. That’s the crown jewel of the collection and that may motivate him.”
     
    “I think Cheryl already told him we had a buyer for the GTO, but I will let her know. You want them to make a deposit?”
     
    “Yeah. We’ve got the cars. If they want them, they are going to have to pony up.”
     
    “I will let her know. Anything else?”
     
    “No, I don’t think so. Anything you need to tell me?”
     
    “I don’t guess. I’ll let you know if I hear any news about the cars.”
     
    “Thanks, Marshall. Say hello to Nic for me.”
     
    “Hello, Tina and Jack,” Nic’s said somewhere in the background.
     
    “Never mind then,” Jack chuckled. “I’ll talk to you this evening.”
     
    “Okay. Take care, you two.”
     
    Jack thumbed his phone off and twisted enough to drop it on the bedside table before he turned his attention back to the warm softness cuddled in close.
     
    “Now… it seems I recall you were questioning my manhood on the drive last night. No, wait, Sunday night. Fuck, the last couple of days have all run together. Anyway, you were insinuating I might not be able to keep up. You care to find out if I can or not?”
     
    She smiled as she remembered their verbal fencing to keep each other awake on the long overnight drive. The challenges and good-natured insults as they bantered had made her so randy, the only reason she hadn’t jumped his bones right then was they both wouldn’t fit under the steering wheel of the truck.
     
    “Pretend I’m from Missouri.”
     
    “What?”
     
    “Show me,” she said.
     
    Jack released her and tumbled out of bed. She rolled to her back and watched in confusion as he crossed to the air conditioner and switched it off before he returned to the bed.
     
    “What was that all about?” she asked as he covered her body with his own.
     
    “Didn’t you say we had to drip with sweat?” he asked as his lips brushed against hers.
     
    Tina flashed hot at the thought of them fucking so long and hard that