“Dammit!” I snatched the damn thing off the stand and looked at it. “Beck.”
“And look at how quickly he’s leaving me for another woman,” Maddie joked, more disappointed than jealous.
I tossed the phone on the bed and crawled up her body.
“Believe me, I’d rather be here, finding every which way to make you moan.”
“Mmm, that sounds good. I’ll have one of those please.”
I chuckled and captured her mouth in a slow kiss that only made me want her more. Her tongue played with mine while my fingers played with her body. We kissed like that for what felt like hours. I knew I needed to hit the shower and meet Beck, but how could I when I finally had Maddie writhing underneath me?
She reached for my cock and stroked, over and over again, before bringing my shaft to her opening. “Jamie, I want you.”
In one thrust I was exactly where I wanted to be, buried in her white hot pussy as it pulsed around me, her orgasm imminent. “Oh fuck!”
We came together hard and fast, our skin slick with sweat, our breaths short and our faces stretched into satisfied smiles.
She grinned up at me. “Best way to start the day.”
I laughed and gave one final thrust as I placed a lingering kiss on her lush mouth. “I know what I’ll be thinking about for the rest of the day.”
“Same, Jamie. Same.”
“I better go get in the shower,” I told her reluctantly.
“Or you could just get dressed and get a whiff of us every time the wind changes direction.”
I laughed. “So I can have a hard on in front of Agent Beck all damn day? No thanks.”
“I don’t know, Jamie. It might soften her up toward you. Pheromones and all.”
“Doubtful,” I snorted. “And I’m not sure I even want to go there. Not with Beck.”
“Fine.” Maddie smacked my ass and pushed me away. “Go on and get in the shower, then.”
I took the fastest shower I could, thankful, yet disappointed Maddie hadn’t joined me. Dressed even quicker and rushed out the door to meet up with Agent Beck.
At Lucky Lopez.
“Beck?”
“Back here,” she called, and I followed the sound of her voice to the VIP room and froze when those all-seeing blue eyes landed on me.
“What do you know about this place?”
More than I wanted to know, which was a hell of a lot less than I planned to share with her.
Fuck.
Chapter Nineteen
Madison
After spending the night and more of the next morning in bed with Jamie, it was nice to be back to something that resembled normal. Nothing these days was more normal than watching Calvin pace the length of his living room while he continued to beat himself up over Bonnie’s death.
“Cal, nothing you did or didn’t do can be changed to bring Bonnie back.”
He paused at my words and flashed a loving smile at Ava Rose, currently fascinated with the purple and black comb in my hair.
“I know that Maddie,” the sadness in his voice matching the gloom in his eyes.
“Do you?”
He nodded. “I do, but I just keep thinking of all the signs I missed or just brushed off because I was pissed at her.” He shook his head again and tugged at his hair. “She thought someone was following her, you know?”
I shrugged my shoulder because how in the hell would I know?
Bonnie treated me the way Kat treated her, like I was too insignificant to matter.
“Yeah. At first, I thought she was just being paranoid, but then one day she told me she thought she saw Thomas following her, which was weird because he doesn’t do that kind of work for the family. But that makes him the perfect tail, because who would expect a guy in a three-piece suit to be following them?”
I kept my mouth closed in regards to what Thomas did for the Ashby family. As far as I could tell, he was no different than Terry or Calvin or any of the other people around here doing whatever needed to be done to keep the family safe and rolling in dough.
“Bonnie went to church that day, so I just kept driving, feeling good that she was somehow finding her way back to her faith after the death of Father Eric. That accusation cost her so much, Maddie. I was happy for her sake that she found a way back to church, if that’s what she wanted.”
Cal let out a bitter laugh and stepped out onto the balcony so he could spark up a cigarette. “Makes me pretty fucking stupid, huh?”
“Yeah,” I snorted sarcastically. “So fucking stupid to be happy for your wife who battled her way back from drug addiction and nearly died in the desert because she was finding a way to put it all behind her. To get her shit together. So goddamn stupid to want the woman you fell in love with back.”