Three Hours (Seven Series Book 5)

Two men walked swiftly toward us—men in dark clothes with stern looks on their faces as they passed beneath a streetlight.

 

“What do we do?” I whispered.

 

Wheeler looked at me wide-eyed and suddenly gripped the back of my neck, pulling me into a crushing kiss. His tongue glided into my mouth in a velvety stroke, and the seat made a terrible sound as he shifted the weight of his body onto mine.

 

“Wait, not like this,” I whispered, pushing him away.

 

His eyes searched mine, looking like a time bomb ready to blow. The men were nearing the car, and when he turned to look at them, I straddled him and melted my lips against his.

 

Wheeler groaned, his fingers biting into the back of my jeans, where he held on as if he were riding a roller coaster. I shifted my hips and felt him hardening beneath me. The kiss went deeper, and suddenly I couldn’t get close enough to him. His whiskers scratched my chin, and his taste was dark and wonderful. My fingers tangled in his hair—pulling and fisting as I rubbed my body against his chest.

 

A fist pounded against the glass, but Wheeler ignored them. His mouth slid greedily down to my throat while lifting the hem of my shirt. Suddenly, he pulled my bra aside and sucked on my nipple.

 

I cried out, scraping my fingernails on the nape of his neck. I rocked my hips again, feeling a swell of desire culminating within me.

 

In the distance were murmurs and fading footsteps—hardly noticeable over the sound of my heart pounding against my chest or the sound his lips made as they came away from my breast before he quickly followed with a gentle bite. When I looked down and saw my nipple between his teeth and the carnal lust in his eyes, I wanted more.

 

His touch was electric, and Wheeler couldn’t stop running his hand over the thick curve of my hips.

 

I pulled back his hair and stole a kiss, whispering against his lips, “Fuego.”

 

“Huh?” he said, out of breath, not understanding I wanted him to know his touch was like fire.

 

The car door was wrenched open and I winked at him before climbing off. Reno got in and turned around two seconds after I’d adjusted my shirt.

 

His eyes darted back and forth between us. “Do I want to ask?”

 

Cool as a breeze, Wheeler steadied his voice and nodded toward the window. “Two of his men came up to the car. We had to throw them off.”

 

Reno glanced down at Wheeler’s erection. “I’d say it was a success. Look, he doesn’t appear to have any Vampires working for him. In fact, they look pretty human to me.”

 

“Not surprising,” Wheeler said, raking his fingers through his disheveled hair. “Men get paranoid about Vampires turning on them. Most of the big shots I worked for didn’t keep any on the premises. Fear of eavesdropping and all that.”

 

Reno reached into the floor of the passenger seat and pulled out a gun, turning the grip toward us. “The guard in back took a smoke break and fell asleep in a chair before I left. I saw one downstairs, two out front, and they don’t keep the back door locked. If it is, then you’ll have to search one of the guards for the key. You take the back and I’ll handle the two jokers out front. The gun is for inside use only. This is a last resort if all else fails. Naya takes the gun for protection. Think you can handle it?”

 

I adjusted my hair. “If one of the men in the house spots me, I have a better distraction. With you, they’ll know something is afoot,” I said, touching the gun. “Maybe you should let me go in first as a decoy. They might think the boss sent them their early Christmas bonus.”

 

“I don’t like that idea,” Wheeler grumbled.

 

Reno’s eyes swung over to his. “Why not? Sounds like a plan to me.”

 

I pushed Reno’s hand away. “I don’t need a gun.”

 

“The fuck you don’t,” Wheeler spat.

 

These men were too much. “Darling, I’ve got two secret weapons that will bring any man to his knees. Care to disagree?”

 

In the backseat of that dark Camaro, Wheeler’s cheeks flushed. He seemed aware of it and pinched the bridge of his nose, hiding his face behind his hand. “And if they make a call?”

 

Reno glanced over his shoulder through the windshield. “By then, we’re in. We haul ass and go through every room. When we find her, I need one of you to pull the car up front so we can get the hell out of here. Is your car fast enough?”

 

Wheeler patted the seat. “She’s never let me down yet.”

 

Reno pushed open his door. “Let’s go.”

 

By the time I climbed out of the car, Reno had taken off.

 

Wheeler grabbed my hand and we sprinted through a dense thicket of trees toward the back of the house. Delgado had money, and most wealthy men didn’t fence in their backyards. Sometimes they had low walls in the distance around the property, but usually there were acres of private land. That’s what he had, and the trees provided enough cover until we neared the side of the house. There was a large fountain making enough noise to conceal our heavy breaths.

 

The guard moved within sight, armed with at least two weapons I could see.

 

“Now what?”

 

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