Risky and Wild(21)
“Bloody brilliant then,” I say as Lyric stands up and looks over at my officers with a polite sense of defiance, a look that says she isn't interested in whatever it is they might think. This ought to be fun. But I'm nervous at the same time I'm aroused, fucking aching for her. I want to slide my fingers through her hair, push her body into the wall and dip my fingers into the wetness between her thighs. Hell, I wouldn't even have to warm her up; she's probably already hot and ready for me.
I pass the keys to Smoky, yanking my gaze away from Lyric.
“Back the truck up the driveway,” I tell him, and he disappears in an instant.
“So. It's the mayor's other daughter then,” Dober says, putting together the pieces of the puzzle. Landon was a good VP, but Dober's looking to be even better. I feel my heart constrict at the memory of my dead brother, but I push it back. Now's not the time or place. There's no fucking space for feelings right now, just actions. “We know where she is?”
“No clue, but if we want to keep things smooth with the mayor and the city, then we should find her, make sure she's alright.” Dober and I stand there in the narrow hallway, looking at one another for several long seconds. I could order a detail for Kailey, sure. In theory, yeah, we should make certain she's alright, keep our dealings with the mayor free from any influence of Mile Wide. But I can't. It's not a wise maneuver, not with Lyric to deal with. I can only protect one Rentz girl, and only because she's mine. I need to make that clear: this isn't a political thing. This, this is my woman.
I pull out my mobile and hand it to Lyric.
“Call your sister again,” I tell her, but she's already dialing, moving towards the living room for some privacy. I watch her ass as she goes, turning back when Smoky opens the front door, Mug at his heels. Their ginger hair is like a shock to the goddamn system, bright as the fucking blood under my feet.
“Guy's upstairs,” I tell Smoky as he and his brother turn and head for the second unconscious body. Dober and I go for the first.
“That's great,” Lyric's saying, all false cheer and relief. “In fact, I was wondering if you'd be able to stay there?” A pause as Dober and I position ourselves on either side of the body. I grab the man under his armpits; Dober gets him around the ankles. Either one of us could move the guy ourselves, but dead weight is a hell of a lot easier to deal with when you've got help. “Listen, I know this is going to sound weird, but—” Lyric stops suddenly and makes a frustrated sound as Dober and I lock eyes above the body.
“She knows better than to say shit?” he says in a low, rough voice that I really don't fucking like. I grit my teeth at him as Lyric continues talking.
“Can you please stop for a second? Kailey. Kailey. Can I get a word in edgewise?” Another pause as Dober and I round the corner into the hallway and he casts a narrow eyed glare over his shoulder. “I need to tell you something important, so if you're not capable of listening, I'm coming over there.” Another pause. “The guys that tried to mug Sully, the ones the Wolves chased off? Well, they were at your house tonight.”
Dober raises his eyebrows as I smirk, shouldering open the crack in the front door and moving as quickly as I can to get the guy in the bed of my truck. I help Dober toss him onto the tailgate, wiping some blood on my jeans as I move back to the cab and grab some rope from the backseat. I grabbed it to tie some rubbish down in the bed, and left it there. Looks like it's going to come in handy tonight.
I pass the coil over to Dober and let him do the honor of trussing up our new mate, moving back inside just in time to hear the tail end of Lyric's conversation.
“I'll let him know. Okay, Kailey. I love you, too.” And then she hangs up with a sigh, running her fingers through her brunette waves and glancing over her shoulder at me as I move out of the way for Smoky and Mug. “That was … difficult,” she says as she watches them take the second man outside with a faraway look in her eyes. When she moves that green gaze back to me, I can't resist anymore, taking a few long strides across the living room until I'm holding her by the hips, pulling our bodies together.
“You've got bloody good instincts,” I tell her and she smiles, slightly. It fades away just as quick, but I kiss her anyway, a flash of tongue, a press of hot heat that she returns by arching into me, giving herself up to me like she can't wait a second longer. When I pull away, there's a crinkle of skin between her eyebrows as she frowns.
“I think Kailey might actually listen to me for once,” she says with a sigh, leaning into me, the soft press of her breasts against my abs igniting a glorious erection inside my jeans that I don't bother to resist. She feels it, too, and her mouth twitches.