Total pages in book: 95
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 90642 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 453(@200wpm)___ 363(@250wpm)___ 302(@300wpm)
I pull him close and kiss him. I don’t have words to express how I’m feeling, so I hope my lips can do that for me. I don’t think I’ve ever had someone want to step up and take charge like this before. I’m normally the one trying to make sure everyone’s okay and going out of my way to fix whatever problems are circling the family. Except here’s Brody, trying to do the same for me.
And it makes me love him.
“I can’t let you beat up a cop,” I whisper to him and kiss him softly one more time. “But maybe you can call one an asshole or something.”
“Should I find Chief Morgan and start with him?”
“I was thinking the guy sitting at the bar right now.” I glance to my left and Brody follows my gaze.
He laughs gently and gets to his feet. “Perfect. My favorite guy in the world.”
He pulls me up and I lean against his side as we walk over. I love the way he smells, like ozone and fresh ocean water, and I can’t stop taking deep breaths when he’s this close. His arm feels safe around my shoulders, and it’s like I’m invincible when he’s hugging me tight, and maybe I lose some of that armor a little when we’re parted, but I’m stronger when he’s around.
That’s a new feeling. I’ve never met someone who only boosts me up and never drags me down.
“Captain Kennedy,” Brody says as he slaps the grumpy cop on the shoulder. “Fancy meeting you here.”
Captain Kennedy glares back at Brody and throws down a whiskey. “The fuck do you want, Quinn?”
“Just thought I’d come over and say hello to my favorite policeman. Did you say hello to my wife?”
He glowers at me. “Hello, Elena.”
“How are you, Captain?”
“I was great a few seconds ago.” He sighs and looks back at Brody, and it’s sad, but that’s the nicest a cop’s been to me all night. “I was looking into your little Maggie problem.” He leans back against the bar as he gestures for another drink. The bartender fills him up. “Seems like those shitty neighbors of hers are some real fucking assholes. Won’t be too hard to rustle up some reasons to hang over their heads, if you know what I mean.”
Brody snorts. “You cops always are good at using the law to get what you want.”
He shrugs, swirls his drink, and sips it. “Don’t fucking complain if it’s working in your favor. But the problem is, I still haven’t gotten my taste.”
“You don’t want to stay captain forever, do you?” Brody cocks his head and glances over at Chief Morgan. “A big bust could put you up at the front line for a big-time promotion should an opening ever occur.”
“Yeah, Quinn, I’m aware. Do you have anything for me yet?”
“I’m working on it,” he says and takes my hands in his. “I’ll have a body and the evidence all wrapped up in a neat little package very soon.”
“Make it very fucking neat. I need a conviction.”
“You’ll get it. Have a wonderful night, Captain.”
He grunts, flips Brody off, and gives me a sheepish smirk. “Lovely seeing you, Elena.”
“You as well, Captain.”
Brody drags me off. We head down the hall that leads away from the hotel ballroom before he ducks into a dark conference room. I’m about to ask him what the hell we’re doing when he lifts me up onto the table and buries his mouth on mine.
Which is all the answer I need.
I kiss him back, head spinning, feeling giddy and stupid. It’s childish to do this right outside the cops’ special union charity thing but that only adds to the excitement. Brody’s mouth devours me and when he hikes up my dress, spreads my legs, and yanks my panties down, the only words on my lips are yes, please and don’t you fucking stop.
Chapter 33
Brody
Ilike Chicago before the sun rises. The city’s still quiet, a little sleepy, but not dead. Homeless guys jostle for good panhandling positions, commuters wander up from the subways and get off their trains, cars roll through dim intersections as the first weak red light glitters off the high-rises. It’s a stretching beast shaking off the first groggy steps. The city’s a lumbering giant taking a deep breath, the pause before the real action begins.
This drive gives me time to think. And I mostly think about Elena. Like how it was probably stupid and immature to fuck her in a conference room with like two hundred cops barely fifty feet away, but it was also some of the best sex I’ve had in my life. Like how I feel comfortable in her house, and not just because it’s got a nice bed and fancy furniture, but because it feels like it’s also my space. Like how Elena goes out of her way for me and worries about how I’m feeling, and how I’m starting to do the same for her.