“You’re a hell of an officer,” he said, then clasped his hand on my shoulder. “Never forget it.”
He bowed his head and walked away.
I stared after him. There was something final in the way he moved. As if his uniform was suddenly too heavy, as though holding a gun no longer suited him.
“What the fuck?” I muttered when he climbed the fence and dropped out of sight. “You think he’ll be okay?”
“Who? Patrick?” Ricardo tugged off his shades and poked them into one of the many pockets on his vest.
“Yeah.” I frowned. “He’s not getting any younger.”
Ricardo laughed. “None of us are.”
“You know what I mean.” I glanced up the alleyway again. Still nothing. It was like a ghost town. “This place is a hell hole.”
“Yeah.” He poked Faldon with his toe. “Good shot by the way.”
I leaned forward and examined the neat holes in his forehead. Each had a small trickle of ruby-red blood leaking from the centre. “So was that one.” I pointed with my weapon to the other dead guy. “A good shot, that is.”
“Yeah, him too.”
My heart rate picked up. It was as if I’d suppressed the adrenaline so I could aim, but now it was coming out to play. It was there. It couldn’t be ignored. The wild fight or flight chemicals surging through my blood needed an outlet.
I ran my gaze over Ricardo. What lay beneath his black combats and protection was really fucking hot. He was pure muscle, toned to perfection and his skin a gorgeous smooth olive colour that dampened with sweat when he got near to coming.
“Fuck me,” I said, stepping close to him.
“What?” His eyes widened.
“Here, now.” My chest butted against his and I spoke onto his lips. “Fuck me, Ricardo, quick.”
Chapter Two
“Freya?” Ricardo said.
“You know shootouts make me hot for it. Come on.” I gestured around. “We’re alone. We’ve got a few minutes. Let’s fuck. Let’s just do it.”
He swallowed but didn’t object. I hadn’t thought he would. Ricardo’s sex drive was almost as wild as mine.
“Good boy,” I said, slipping my hand to his groin and cupping his cock.
He opened his mouth as if to object to being called a boy, or maybe complain about my bold touch out in the open, but then he shut it again and gritted his teeth.
His cock was semi erect. A few squeezes and it grew solid.
“Shootouts make you hard, eh?” I said.
“Youmake me hard.” He sheathed his weapon and snapped his arm around my waist. “Over here.”
He dragged me to the left, so we were out of sight of any windows.
Good, he’s as committed to this as I am.
As we walked I made my weapon safe then set to work on the buttons on his combats.
“Jesus, Freya,” he said, shoving me up against a wall. “You really want to? Here? It’s filthy.”
“Yes. Fuck, yes.”