Lady Luck (Colorado #3)

Fuck!

He cupped his woman between her legs, released her mouth and arched his back so she wouldn’t take his weight when his hand at her neck moved to reach to his back pocket and he yanked out his phone.

“Pe?a,” he muttered to his still-dazed wife and she blinked, not processing this because, just like Lexie, she’d come hard and she was riding the residual wave.

Ty flipped his phone open and put it to his ear. “Please, fuck, tell me this is worth interrupting what I’m fuckin’ doin’.”

There went the daze, she blinked again then one hand came out of his tee so she could slap his arm and she snapped, “Ty!” but she did it without sound, only her lips formed his name but he knew it was a snap because her eyes were narrowed and her face was pissed. He was hard, he wanted to bury his cock in his wife who was hot, wet and under him but he still couldn’t stop from grinning at her.

“Mi amigo, that’s just plain cruel,” Pe?a said in his ear but there was a smile in his voice. Ty’s words and the frustrated growl he said them with were not lost on him and therefore Ty did not get this fucking guy. If Ty was miles away and knew he was on the phone with a man who was with Lexie doing what he was doing with Lexie, there would be no smile in his voice.

Then again, Pe?a hadn’t tasted her so he only had the dream and did not know the reality was way fucking better than the dream.

“This worth interrupting what I’m doin’?” Ty asked.

“Don’t know, is a warrant for conspiracy to commit murder, a successful raid last night that means the evidence locker bought itself a whole fuckload of smack and blow and twelve… I repeat, twelve ladies of the evening walking their Lycra covered asses into my precinct this mornin’ after a hard night at work sayin’ they’re happy to turn evidence and act as witnesses, all of this nailin’ Duane ‘Shift’ Martinez to the wall in a way he won’t come unstuck anytime soon worth interruptin’ what you’re doin’?”

Ty had frozen.

Then he gently moved his hand from between his woman’s legs and planted his forearm in the couch beside her to hold his weight off her but otherwise kept his position as he asked, “You got any more detail?”

Pe?a chuckled.

Then he gave him detail.

“Yeah, well, the angels in heaven above swooped down on Dallas these last few weeks. Started with me walkin’ out my front door, at home, I might add which wouldn’t have made me happy except that on my welcome mat was a manila envelope full a’ shit. Typewritten but, who gives a fuck that God’s angels use computers. Suddenly, I got leads comin’ out my ass. Now, the borin’ stuff is that raid was a raid of Martinez’s stash. Far’s I know all of it, and there’s a lot. Un-fuckin’-protected and all in one place. We’re talkin’ millions of dollars of dope here. The guy doesn’t have a gun on it and he keeps it all in one place. I knew that man was light between the ears but fuck… me.”

Jesus, Ty knew Shift dealt but he had no fucking idea he was in that deep.

“Millions of dollars?” Ty asked.

“Yeah, sucks to admit it, esé, but even I didn’t know his operation had escalated to that level. But this means his suppliers are not gonna be happy he can’t distribute and, shortly, it’ll be destroyed without goin’ up someone’s nose or in someone’s veins. Also means, case you didn’t know, the more dope, the bigger the operation, the more shit that could hit the streets, the weightier the book gets thrown at the ones who own it. And that kinda operation is makin’ the DA salivate. Now, our DA, he’s pulled himself up from rough beginnings, stayed clean but had friends who chose dark paths and he watched them get lost down those paths. He’s a crusader. This motherfucker is on a mission and has been since he got his ass elected. He’s gonna take a dealer with that amount of product he intended to put on the street and destroy lives and he’s gonna symbolically shove that product right up his ass. But I got more.”

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