Total pages in book: 116
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
Estimated words: 118780 (not accurate)
Estimated Reading Time in minutes: 594(@200wpm)___ 475(@250wpm)___ 396(@300wpm)
“Fuck me. Sexiest goddamn thing in the world knowing this is all mine.”
“Please don’t let me go.” Her pulse races against my lips, and I kiss along her throat until her breathing evens out.
“Honey, what about you?”
“I’ll take care of it.”
She tilts her face, her eyes wide with curiosity. “You’ll handle it?”
I nod.
“Like you’re going to…”
“Yeah, babe. Won't be the first time I jack my shit with you on my mind. But at least this time I’ll have you covering my hand.”
She chews on her lip, her mouth curling to the side. “That’s oddly erotic.”
“You just rode my hand until you came. I’m close to blowing. Think you can tame the sexy so your dad doesn’t bust through the door and shoot me?”
Her eyebrows fly up a split-second before she bursts into laughter. “He left his gun at the house.”
“Good to know.”
She tips up to kiss me before unlatching her hands and stepping away.
“You may need to take a minute, too,” I tell her, taking in her flushed appearance and swollen lips.
“Yeah, I’ll hang out in the kitchen and wait for you. We probably should get out of this room.”
She backs away, but I grab her hand, bringing it to my lips. “One month. The nights I’m on shift, you stay at Cruz’s. Then I want you in my bed every night.”
“You’re giving me a timeline?”
“I’m being generous.”
“We’ll talk about it in a month.”
“Compromising here, babe. Don’t antagonize.”
She flashes me a shy grin on her way out that has me twitching to haul her ass to my truck and take her somewhere no one can hear her screaming my name.
The thought has my cock throbbing again.
My eyes fly open at the vibration coming from the nightstand. The pitch darkness of the room and the continuous buzzing set my nerves on alert. Calls in the middle of the night are never a good sign.
I reach for the phone, careful not to disturb Rowan.
Mike’s Alpha Foxtrot Tango
The message is from an unknown number, but all too clear.
Fuck!
Flashbacks replay in my mind, spiking my adrenaline. This is our code from MARSOC, indicating we’re being called up. But since our roles changed, we’re out of that world.
Whoever sent this knows. Which means the four of us are needed.
I roll out from under Rowan, making my way to her bathroom. Once I’m dressed and my bag is packed, I shoot off a text to Talon.
On my way
His response is immediate.
Communication command set up
Rowan is in the same position when I lean over to kiss her cheek.
“Ford?”
“Go back to sleep.”
“What are you doing?” She reaches out, gripping my shirt. “Why are you dressed?”
“Have a situation with work. I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
Her body knifes up and the light from her lamp snaps on. She swipes her hair out of her face. “Work? What’s wrong?”
“Don’t know. Need to get home and get briefed.”
“I’ll go with you.”
“You can’t, babe. This is confidential. Go back to sleep. I’ll be back as soon as possible.”
“I can’t sleep when you’re running into God knows what.”
My fingers thread through her hair, folding around her neck. “This is my job, Rowan. I’m trained.”
Fear fills her expression and she clutches my shirt tighter. “Please be careful.”
“Always. I have some pretty big motivation to get back here. You owe me.”
Needless to say, Rowan’s plan for her parents to pass out backfired. Cassie went to bed shortly after we got home, but Hotch poured another drink and made himself comfortable watching TV.
Rowan fell asleep leaning on my shoulder, and I carried her to bed knowing my plans would have to wait.
“Soon as your parents leave, we have some things to discuss. Preferably with my dick buried inside you.”
A flush creeps up her neck. “You can’t talk about sex when I’m freaking out.”
“Don’t think about what I’m leaving you to do. Think about what happens when I get back.”
“Ford! Stop it.”
I pull her mouth to mine. “Deep, deep inside you. Gliding in and out. Feeling your heat mixed with the taste of you on my tongue. Making you come over and over while you tell me you love me.”
She squirms, her breathing picking up.
“Exploding inside, coating you and knowing all day you're filled with me. That’s what I want you to concentrate on.”
“They extended their stay until tomorrow.”
“Then we’ll get creative this afternoon.”
“Creative,” she repeats wispily.
“Talk soon.” I press a quick kiss to her lips and back away, knowing time is critical.
I force my feet to move, grabbing my bag and going through the house. My steps falter when I catch the light from the kitchen. Hotch is parked at the island, drinking coffee and reading one of Rowan’s notebooks.
“You going somewhere?” he gives me a once over.
“Work.”
“At four a.m.?”
“Criminals don’t keep daytime hours.”
I do not know what I’m walking into, but it’s best to keep up the ruse it’s police related.