Wow.
His fingers pressed deeper and that felt even better.
I hooked my leg around his hip instinctively giving him easier access and I lifted my head and kissed him, our mouths open, my tongue slid inside. At this his hand went away but came back inside my panties this time and he touched me, the first time anyone touched me there (other than myself, of course). It felt so damned good, incredibly good, otherworldly good, I stopped kissing him and moaned into his mouth.
His fingers moved, my hips moved, his fingers moved more, my nails scraped his back and, after awhile of this, I felt something begin to build inside me, something exciting and beautiful and my neck arched with the sheer pleasure of it.
“Look at me Jules,” he commanded softly.
I dropped my chin and with effort opened my eyes and looked at him.
The moment I did, his finger slid inside me.
My bones turned to water.
“Vance…” I breathed.
The second I muttered his name his eyes went so intense it felt like they burned into me. His finger slid out and then back in again and I pul ed him to me as I pressed up toward him.
Then his body stil ed, his finger froze and his head came up.
I stared and it was as if ice water had been poured over my skin. He’d figured out I was a virgin.
God dammit, I thought.
“Vance –” I began.
“Quiet, Princess,” he whispered.
It was my turn to freeze.
Gently his hand moved away and he jackknifed off me but once he gained his feet, he leaned over and brought me up with him.
He kissed me swiftly then said, “Get dressed. Get your gun. After I leave, arm the doors and windows and cal the control room.”
Then he let me go, went across the room, tagged his sweater off the floor and pul ed it on. I stared at him, stunned immobile as he pul ed his hair back into a ponytail.
He looked at me. “Now, Jules. Someone’s out there.” My body came unstuck and I dressed quickly. I had my pants on when he made a noise like a half-whistle. I looked up at him and he tossed me his phone. He had his jacket in his hand.
“Control room,” he said low and then he pul ed his gun out of his jacket, dropped the jacket on the armchair and he took off on silent feet.
I yanked my shirt on, fol owing him down the hal . By the time I made it to the kitchen, he was gone.
I locked the door, armed the alarm and went to the dresser under my bed platform and got my gun. I stood in the hal and I started to scrol his phonebook but it was the first choice. I hit the green button. It barely rang.
“Yo,” someone answered.
“This is Jules,” I said into the phone.
“Shit. Do you have another pick up?” It was Mace. “I thought you and Vance were out tonight.”
“No. Listen. I’m at my house and Vance says someone’s outside. He’s gone –” I stopped talking and my body went stiff when I heard gunfire. It was close.
Quick as I froze, I unfroze, started talking again and I bent down to pul at the buckle of the ankle strap of one of my shoes. “Gunfire, Mace, fuck.”
“We’re on it,” Mace’s voice wasn’t teasing, it was al business.
“Do you need my address?”
“No. Stay inside, stay safe –”
I heard more gunfire as I kicked off a shoe.
I interrupted him. “More gunfire.”
“Stay inside. Keep your house armed.”
“I’m going out there.”
“Stay inside, Law,” Mace ordered. “We’l be there in five.”
I kicked off the other shoe. “We don’t have five,” I snapped, flipped the phone shut and threw it on the bed.
I ran to the closet, pul ed out my Pumas, yanked them on and tied them as quickly as I could. Then with my gun I ran through the house, unarmed the alarm and went out.
I barely cleared the backdoor when Sal Cordova careened into me, I went backward and his arm went around me.
“Fuck, he shot me,” Sal groaned, looking up at me and leaning deep into me. I took on most of his weight and staggered with it. “Your fuckin’ partner shot me in the ass.” With the arm not locked around me, Sal was holding onto his backside.
“Jules. God dammit,” Vance was standing a few feet away. I spared him a glance; he had his gun trained on Cordova.
I bent at the knees, taking Sal down with me and planting his ass on the ground. He gave out a howl and rol ed to the side. I shrugged off his arm, bent down to yank his gun out of his hand and took a step away.
“You shot me. You shot me in my goddamned ass,” Sal whined to Vance and any worry I had for him was lost. His voice was strong, strong enough to whine. I figured he’d be okay. “You didn’t have to shoot me,” Sal went on.
Vance grabbed me around the waist and pul ed me back so I was behind him.
“You shot first,” Vance returned sharply. “What the fuck were you thinkin’?”