“Simon just got it about an hour ago. He wants us to act now. Get the info and bring the doc in. And get this… Simon wants to be there at the questioning.”
“He wants to be a part of it apparently.”
“Yeah, I got your gear loadout from the compound. See you in eighteen minutes.” Andrew disconnects.
Well, fuck, at least I get to put this bastard’s head through the fucking wall. Motherfucker touched Beth in a way I can’t forgive. Simon, the fucking Spider, being there… Shit. It makes me wonder what the fuck I’m missing.
It’s going to be a bloody night.
Rolling out of bed, I push the blankets back around my naked woman. Beth looks too delicious to leave, but if Andrew’s right about the address, then we need to move while it’s still a good lead. We have the warehouse and we have the trucks tagged.
That doesn’t mean shit though, the trucks haven’t moved and we don’t know why.
I watch as Beth rolls to her side, the naked flesh of her back calling to me to press my chest back against her. The gentle swell of her hip barely shows, but it’s enough to make my palms itch.
I want to slide my hand down and pull her juicy ass hard against my cock. Mental images keep flooding my mind as I feel my cock start to stiffen.
Fuck me, living with her is going to drive me to insanity.
I can feel the need to press my body all over her, to keep my scent on her as I much as I can. I need to mark her as mine, somehow… maybe a fucking collar or tattoo… Though, I highly doubt she would go for it.
I quietly go through my drawers and pull out a pair of dark grey cargo pants and an almost black shirt.
All black isn’t natural in the nighttime, it creates voids in people’s vision, whereas dark colors of grey tend to blend in with just about anything.
I’ve had a lot of these nights over the years working for Lucifer. I’m used to the calls for sudden deadly violence.
Tonight, though, feels off. It feels like we’re heading for something more than the normal. I don’t have the hairs on the back of my neck rising, but that’s not always an indicator of something fucking up.
I kiss Beth on her shoulder quickly before leaving the room. I don’t need to wake her or the boy, so I wait until I’m downstairs to get dressed.
Outside, Andrew is already waiting for me in an old, but I have no doubt, decked out black Escalade. Lucifer doesn’t allow us to go cheap when it comes to our work vehicles. We have to keep them in shape in case of anything.
Jumping into the front, I look to the backseat to see my loadout bag ready and waiting. Goody. He’s brought all my favorite toys with him.
Pulling the tactical vest over my chest, I pull the velcro straps tightly around my waist. Patting the pockets, I make sure I have my brass knuckles securely strapped in.
“Over to Derry Township. He’s got one of those sprawling mansion type of spots.”
“Any intel on what we should be expecting?” I ask as I start checking the clips I’m going to stuff in my vest and tactical pants.
“Yeah, couple of satellite feeds, but not much. Simon was trying to get a flyover, but couldn’t get us up to date, unfortunately.”
“Yeah, bad timing, I guess. We got a couple of drive-bys going to happen soon. Should get a better idea of the security situation.”
“What do you think we’ll be running into there?”
“Light security, is my guess. Maybe a guard or two in the house. Doubt it will be much, they aren’t expecting trouble.”
“You know I don’t trust easy times,” I grumble as I lean my head back against the headrest.
“You’re just a grouchy morning person,” Andrew laughs.
“I’m going to take a nap. Let me know when we’re close,” I say as I recline my seat back.
Closing my eyes, I let my mind drift over Beth’s naked body. Each curve of her hips. The swell of her breasts capped by pale pink areolas with rock hard nipples. The way her shoulders looked when I pulled her dress down from the top. The barely-there collar bones. Each part of her is a study in beauty and sexuality.
I’m going to spend years and years pushing my thick cock deep into her pussy, and I don’t think it will be enough
A rough shove on my shoulder jars me from my dozing, and Andrew says, “Quit fucking snoring. We’re almost there.”
Rubbing my eyes, I want to bite Andrew’s fucking head off. I was right in the middle of a very good dream of Beth dancing around in a bikini for me.