She kisses my chest like she’s consoling me for being a shitty brother and obedient son.
“Rush pulled up all the info on her. I gave him her last location. I had it traced from the phone she used back then, but never looked into it. She’s still there, Eve. Probably still waiting on me. She’s a waitress at a diner, has her own small house, and even has the same used car I bought her six years ago.”
She runs her lips up higher, slowly climbing up my body until she’s kissing my neck. I don’t want to talk about this anymore, and as much as I’d like to stay up here and hide from the world, there’s shit that needs to be done.
“Come on. Time to teach you how to shoot a gun,” I say, causing her to strangle on her own breath.
“What? Why?” she asks, panicking a little as I slide out from under her.
“We’ll shower first,” I say, winking as I head to the bathroom, feeling her eyes on me.
“I’m good with a shower,” she says dryly, and I turn to catch her eyes drinking me in. Yeah, we’ll take a while in the shower.
Chapter 34
EVE
Drex holds my hips as I fire and fire and fire the gun that is vibrating in my hands. I don’t get anywhere close to hitting the damn target. As I lower the gun, Drex pulls the earplugs out of my ears, and I hear his low rumble of laughter.
“You’re terrible at this,” he says while taking my gun away and putting it off to the side of the ledge in front of us.
They have their own firing range in the basement. At least no one else is down here to see how badly I suck at being a badass.
“Let’s just hope I never need a gun,” I grumble.
Surprisingly, he’s smiling at me as he leans a hip against the side. “Let’s hope I’m never standing next to anyone you need to shoot,” he jokes.
Never thought I’d consider a statement like that a joke.
“Try it again, and this time, aim for the target,” he says, biting back his smile when I roll my eyes.
I put the earplugs back in as Drex replaces the empty clip or magazine… or whatever it’s called… with a new one. We’ve been down here an hour, and I’ve only hit the damn target once. Maybe he needs to push that nifty little button and make the target come closer.
Taking a deep breath, I ignore the amused, mocking look on his face, and I take the gun back as he moves around behind me. Before I can fire the gun though, my breath hitches in my throat because Drex tugs the hem of my skirt up, pushing it above my waist.
“What are you doing?” I ask, but whatever he says is muffled because of the noise-cancelling earplugs.
I hold the gun with one hand, and tug an earplug out, trembling when his hand skates across the front of my very thin panties.
“What are you doing?” I ask again.
“Distracting you,” he answers before a warm kiss finds my neck. Reflexively, I tilt my head to the side, giving him a better angle. “Go head and try to hit the target.”
“I can’t hit the target when I’m focused. How is distracting me going to help?” I ask him, trying not to moan the words when his hand dips inside the lacy underwear.
“You’re wearing a fucking skirt, holding my favorite gun, and wearing one of those damn shirts that shows my name on you. It’s amazing I’ve went this long without touching you. The fuck did you think was going to happen when we got down here?” he asks, dipping his finger inside me and causing me to forget that I’m holding a damn gun. A loaded gun.
“Fuck, you’re wet,” he groans against my ear.
The gun falls out of my hand and slaps the floor as the back of my head falls against his chest. I grab his forearms, needing something to cling to as he continues to move his finger in and out of me.
When he removes his finger, a whimper of protest escapes me, but a sharp tug on my panties has the sound of fabric ripping resonating in my ears, and my protest dies on my tongue.
Just as he bends me over the small ledge in front of me, a door slams and echoes, letting us know we’re no longer alone. Drex stills behind me, but he doesn’t let me stand back up. The metal partition walls in place create a small privacy space for each shooting section. There are at least ten, and we listen as the two pairs footsteps carry down in the opposite direction.
Drex’s lips find my neck, and I bite back a moan as he shoves a hand between us to start undoing his jeans. The chatter from the other end is just distant noise to my ears when Drex lines himself up and starts to push inside me.
When the first gunshot rings out, I jump, but Drex slams all the way inside me at the same time while clamping a hand over my mouth with one hand, and holding my right hip with the other.
He sets a rhythm, and I grab onto the ledge in front of me, keeping myself from being slammed into it at the waist as his thrusts get harder. His hand on my mouth drops, and it slides down my body as he grabs my other hip, anchoring me to him.
“Touch yourself, Eve. Let me watch you,” he says against my ear, causing me to shiver as he thrusts in again. I glance over to see the reflection of us in the metal partition wall at our side. Drex is staring at it, waiting on me to comply.
The reflection isn’t as clear as a mirror, but it’s pretty damn close, even with all the fingerprint smudges on it.
With him holding me with both hands, I’m able to let go of the ledge and run my hand down to where he wants it until I’m running a circle over that bundle of nerves. Drex makes some throaty sound, still watching, but the intensity of the eye contact is too much, so I let my head drop as I try not to bring myself to orgasm too quickly.
He pulls out and pushes in again, and I cling to the ledge with one hand, while my other continues to work for Drex and me. His thrusts get harder, more demanding, and coupling it with what I’m doing to myself becomes too much to fight off any longer.
When I cry out his name, it’s in between spurts of gunshots drowning me out, and he bites down on my shoulder while going still inside me. My entire body shivers with the sensations left behind. Tensing and contracting muscles go a little crazy inside me, and Drex’s teeth loosen as he kisses the spot he just bit.
The gunshots are loud without my earplug in one ear, but I’m too busy trying not to collapse to worry about it. I almost pout when Drex pulls out of me, but I just push my skirt down instead as he bends and grabs my torn panties from the floor and shoves them in the pocket of his jeans before zipping himself back up and winking at me.
He grabs the loaded, forgotten gun from the floor and turns the safety on before tucking it into the back of his jeans.
“Let’s head up and see what the guys have heard about Pop or this other chaos after you get cleaned up.”
“You’re going to let me listen in?” I ask, surprised.
“You’re in this too deep now. Nothing left to lose,” he says before brushing his lips against mine. “Nothing left to lose but you, that is. Might as well let you stay in the loop just in case something said keeps you alive.”
He looks sincerely worried, and I lean forward, clasping my hands around his neck. “Don’t worry. If anything happens, I’ll protect you,” I tell him seriously.
His laughter breaks free, and I smile up at him, feeling like I’ve accomplished a small miracle.
“Just don’t shoot me,” he says, smirking before tugging my hand in his and pulling me toward the door. I really need some shower time.
Two pairs of eyes swing to us as Dash and Rush step out of their booths, seeming confused, but then Rush rolls his eyes and resumes shooting at the targets. I just smile while walking out of the basement with Drex, moving past a door with a crazy lock that I assume is hiding his cars.
The world might be against us, but Drex Caine really does trust me. And I trust him… with my life.
Chapter 35
DREX
“The feds are still not factoring in,” Snake says, scratching out a piece of the theory on the white board. “Even if Sarah—AJ—is the leak, why not tell them everything? She fucking knew everything.” His jaw clenches shut, but he tries to act like the mention of her name isn’t acid on his tongue.
“Sarah isn’t the leak,” Eve states firmly, reminding every man in the room that she’s at my side. Yeah, it’s definitely a first.
Sledge’s lips twitch, Rush is annoyed with her being in here, and Snake gives her zero attention, pretending as though she didn’t just speak.
“Let’s pause this conversation since it’s not going anywhere,” Axle says while leaning up and putting his elbows on the table. “The guys want to know what our goal is. We had several more show up today after dropping their cuts at Herrin’s feet. They drove out here and asked to join us, but what the fuck are they joining? What’s the plan, Drex?”
Why do I have to have the plan?
“My bad. I got into the moment and said we were starting a new club,” Dash confesses unapologetically.
“I don’t have any plans. I’m out. No Death Dealers,” I tell them.
“Got that part,” Axle grumbles. “Perfectly fine with that. Just need to know if we’re forming our own club now or if I should tell the guys they need to go elsewhere for protection.”
“Does having a new club make you safer than just wearing your T-shirts while hanging out?” Eve quips, then slinks back when several of them give her a glare.