“What?” I repeated.
“I take you out, after, I spend the night here. You don’t go out huntin’ drug dealers. You stay in, al night, with me, in this bed, naked and when I make you come you say my name.”
My stomach plummeted again, it felt good again but stil , I just stared at him.
I couldn’t promise that. “Crowe –” I started.
“Take it or leave it.”
I could just not believe this.
“I’m asking you to do something nice for a kid and you’re asking… you’re… I don’t believe you.”
“Maybe I should tel you somethin’ about me. I learned early you don’t do somethin’ for nothin’ and you get the best deal out of your end as you can. I want you. I want to taste you. I want to fuck you. I want to make you come and I want to hear you moan my name when you do so I know that you know it’s me who made you come. You don’t agree, I don’t see Roam.”
I frowned at him. “I think you might just be a bastard,” I snapped.
“Get over it,” he returned.
I stayed silent trying hard not to scratch his eyes out or knee him in the bal s.
“Jules, you want it too,” he told me and even though he was right, it stil pissed me off.
“Al right, fine,” I clipped. “Tomorrow night.” God, the things I did for my boys.
He rol ed into me again, pushing me to my back and I glared at him.
“Is our talk over?” I asked irritably.
“Yeah,” he said but the change was over him and he was smiling at me. It was a smal smile but a satisfied one.
“Good, then you can go.”
“In a minute.” His face was coming toward mine.
“No. Now,” I ordered.
“Not until I’ve had another sample.”
“Crowe!” I got out before he kissed me.
I pushed against him and tried to pul away but he rol ed ful y on top of me, pressing me into the bed and insisting with his tongue that I open my mouth. I resisted, trying to twist my head away but he didn’t stop. His hands were moving on my body when his head final y came up.
“Tomorrow night,” I said.
He didn’t say anything just looked at me with his eyes soft and sexy. His hand went under my shirt, sliding up the skin of my midriff and my body froze. It did this mainly because the tingles had started and the warmth of his hand felt nice but I was stil trying to resist.
His head came back down again and his lips hit mine at about the time his hand cupped my breast.
My mouth opened in a gasp, his tongue slid in, my body melted, the tingles took over and Vance got his sample.
Chapter Six
Superheroes
After Vance got his sample, he kissed my mouth lightly a few times then lifted up and kissed my forehead then he was gone.
I lay in bed for awhile, recovering.
Then I lay in bed for awhile wondering how in the hell I was going to get out of tomorrow night.
I couldn’t sleep with Vance. Not only would he find out I was a virgin, I had no idea what I was doing (mainly because I was a virgin).
He was obviously good at it. I even knew a few women who knew firsthand he was good at it. How embarrassing would it be when I was not good at it?
I decided to think about it later, much later, after I’d jumped a plane to Nicaragua tomorrow afternoon and disappeared off Vance Crowe radar.
I jumped down off the bed, scattering and ticking off Boo who thought we were in for the night. I put on a chocolate brown turtleneck (as in, dark chocolate, almost black), matching cords, a deep brown belt and matching boots.
The boots had low heels, they were comfortable and I could run in them. The best thing about the boots though, even with al that, they stil looked kil er (you couldn’t be a badass mother without kil er boots, it was a rule).
I pul ed back my hair in a ponytail and I was ready to rol .
Then I turned out the lights and I waited.
I didn’t put it past Vance to watch the house and then fol ow me.
After I figured he’d given up (if he was out there at al ), I gathered my weapons, went out to Hazel and I took on the night.
night.
*
My plan was simple. Wreak enough havoc on the dealers and the suppliers of the dealers who made their sales in the places where the runaways hung out so that the dealers would eventual y give up and find some other place to do business.
If the runaways fol owed the dealers, I would move to new turf.
I wasn’t taking on al Denver dealers, trying to shut down their business. I just wanted them to leave my kids alone.
I knew driving Hazel was stupid and I was considering dipping into the ever growing mortgage fund that Nick never touched and buying something for patrol that was less conspicuous than a red, cherry-condition 1983
Camaro. I just couldn’t find the time.
I patrol ed and kept my eyes peeled for a tail. There wasn’t one.
Things were quiet. Some kids were out; it was cold, so not many. There weren’t any dealers around.