DoubleTeamHer (9 page)

Jazmine gasped and slapped her hand over her mouth. A
muffled scream tore from her throat. She fixed her fuming gaze on Leah, though
to Jaz’s credit she didn’t move. I wouldn’t have blamed her if she’d have launched
herself at Leah, drawn her fist back and let Leah have it.

Ned grumbled and swore under his breath. “Leah. That’s
enough, goddamn it. What Frank does and who he sees is none of our business.”

“You bitch.” Giovanna, that spitfire,
did
let Leah
have it. She hurled herself against Leah’s chest, scratching at her face and
kicking her shins. “You fucking bitch.”

Leah kneed Gio in the belly and shoved her away.

Gio held her stomach and bent over, groaning.

Jazmine flinched and shuffled back until she crashed into
Gio’s car. “Oh my gawd.”

Leah’s eyes gleamed with the satisfaction of a good fight
and the leverage of authority she had over Giovanna. “Skank. You touch me again
and I’ll—”

Gio growled and started for Leah again but I hooked my arm
around Gio’s waist, caught her just in time and dragged her backward. “Gio,
stop it. Jesus. Do you want to get yourself arrested? You just assaulted an
officer.”

“Arrested?” Gio slapped at my arms and fought her way out of
my hold. Her voice dripped with loathing and her upper lip curled in a snarl.
“You mean like these two did to you at your apartment this morning?
That
kind of false ‘illegal’ arrest?”

Leah sniffed and turned her animosity on me. She tidied her
clothing, checked the placement of her weapon and smoothed her hair. “It’s
okay, Frankie. I think I got my point across. Just get them out of here before
I change my mind. We don’t have time for this petty shit.”

Jazmine and Gio were both panting now, their hands fisted. I
could see Jazmine’s motor starting to rev. She’d always been that way, slow to
anger, but once her fuse was lit, look out.

“We have an investigation to complete.” Leah crossed her
arms and scowled at Jazmine. “Unlike
some
people, I actually work a real
job to pay my bills.”

Ah, there you go, Leah. Get that last jab in, stir some
more “petty shit” up.

Ned sighed, snatched Leah’s hand and led her away. Over his
shoulder he mouthed, “Sorry” to me.

“That fucking cunt.” Gio kicked the tire of her car. She was
so striking in the throes of temper and the form-fitting suit.

“What a bitch.” Jazmine’s nostrils flared. Her bright eyes
practically burned holes in the back of Leah’s head. But god did she ever look
gorgeous standing there in all that pink with her long blonde hair framing her
face and falling in a cascade over her luscious tits.

I cleared my dry throat and swallowed. “Uh, sorry about
that.”

Shit, am I ever relieved this part of my day is over.

“Sorry? You’re
sorry
?” Jazmine shoved away from the
car and wagged her finger in my face. I caught the sweet fragrance of her
perfume and the alluring scent of sex and pussy. “For what? For choosing them
over us and then standing by and watching her gloat about it?”

I blinked. “Jesus, will you just listen to me? I didn’t
choose—”

“Shove it up your ass, you liar.” Gio ushered Jazmine toward
the car and jerked open the passenger door. “Come on, sweetheart, get in. Let’s
get the hell out of here.”

Jazmine climbed in and put on her seat belt with jerky
motions. She stared straight ahead, appearing as if she didn’t give a damn
about me. “Oh believe me, Giovanna, I’m already gone.”

Gio pushed the door shut and rounded the front of the car,
her venomous gaze never leaving mine. She yanked open her door and glowered at
me over the roof. “Adios, handsome. Forever. I’m moving my stuff out of your
apartment and that’s it. We’re done. Don’t call, don’t come by, don’t show your
cheating ass to us ever again.”

“
Dammit.
If you’d just give me time to—”

Gio slammed the door and started the engine.

I leaned down, peered through the tinted glass and rapped on
the window. “Jaz. Jazmine. Open this fucking window. Now. You’ve got to listen
to me and let me explain. You’ve got it all wrong. I didn’t choose them over—”

Gio took off in a squall, barely missing running over my
toes. The two hot women I’d had in my bed in the early hours of this very
morning sped north toward the causeway.

My stomach tightened, my gut swirled with regret. I shoved
my fingers through my hair, the mid-morning Florida sun beating down on my
skin. Sweat trailed down my back. “Son of a bitch, what just happened?”

My cell rang. I prayed it was Jaz or Gio. But it wasn’t. I
let it go to voicemail and tried to call them both. Neither answered.

“Shit, shit,
shit
.” I whirled around. Puss ’N Tush,
the place where I’d spent some amazing nights of kinky sex with the two women
who’d just sailed over the horizon, was nothing but black ash and charred
remains.

Charred remains, just like my fucking life.

I clamped my eyes shut and rubbed at my perspiring brow.
When the last support beam crashed to the ground, a finger poked my shoulder.

“What—” I blurted and turned. My voice was edged by
annoyance but then it quickly dissipated to stunned silence when I took in the
source of my aggravation. My gaze drifted down and latched on to the sexiest
“sit-and-spin” petite woman I’d ever had in my bed. My mouth wetted. I let my
perusal sink lower to the V formed by orange nylon shorts, the type Hooters
chicks wore, the type that revealed every curve and line of the pussy lips.

My gaze scanned the perfect body I remembered so well, with
breasts just big enough to fill a man’s hands.

Holy fuck-me heaven.

With just one look I knew I had to have her again.

She’d always been a pure, raw challenge any man would die
for.

Pure and sweet as an angel, rough and raw as a biker’s chick
you could ride hard and fast and put up wet while still horny.

Oh yeah. Dixie. My old girlfriend—the one I’d dumped for
Jazmine.

“Hi.” She smiled up at me and my knees trembled at the row
of sparkling-white teeth circled by lips the very shade of the shorts. Adorable
dimples nestled in cheeks made for pinching and cradling in a man’s hands when
he kissed her with reckless abandon.

The way I’d kissed her back then.

“Hi.” I gulped.

She thrust out a hand and said in that honey-sweet Southern
drawl that started coming back to me in a clear song. “Remember me? Dixie
Maverick in the flesh.”

No kidding. All kinds of delicious flesh.

Her small, warm hand squeezed mine. Heat raced up my arm and
steeped my blood. I stammered, “D-Dixie?”

“Yes.” She rolled her eyes.

“Well I’ll be damned. Dixie Maverick.” As if I hadn’t known
until this second. Well hell, I’d been taken off guard. It caused me to revert
to behaving like an awkward teen.

She giggled girlishly and slid her hand from my sweaty one.
“Right. So you didn’t remember me at first. Oh well. Doesn’t surprise me. Uh,
do you always parrot gals’ words when you chat with them,
Mr.
Lyons?”

Dixie combed her fingers through side-swept bangs the same
length as the short thick strands that brushed her delicate jaw. God how I
longed to run my fingers through that silky hair again.

While kissing her and eating her up and covering her small
frame with my tall muscular one—s
hit, I outweighed her by more than a
hundred pounds
—and plunging my dick into her tight wetness.

My loins stirred. It didn’t take long for the temperature to
rise to a medium simmer.

No, no, no. Do
not
get a boner, you stupid fucker.

I couldn’t take my eyes off the cap of interesting hair. I’d
never been attracted to women with short hair—she’d had an ass-length mane years
ago. But I’d be damned if I wasn’t getting off on the new length along with the
cinnamon color enhanced with stripes of bleach-blonde. She’d had the red back
then, but the light bands were a pleasant addition. It fascinated me the way
the sun glistened on the pale streaks, making them overpower the red.

Attention-grabbing combination.

Cock-grabbing combination.

Mmm, all I could think of was sweet icing melted over
cinnamon.

And tangling my hands in that icing and cinnamon while her
head bobbed on my cock.

Man, she’d been an amazing cock sucker.

“Stop it. Calling me by my last name is just bizarre. And
no, I don’t. Parrot gals’ words when I speak to them, that is. Seems you’ve got
me tongue-
and
vision-tied. And…whoa.” My response faded when I found
her bright eyes. How could I have forgotten how hypnotizing they could be?

Jesus, since leaving Dixie and getting all tangled up in
Jaz’s blue eyes, I must’ve gotten amnesia. I could swear Dixie’s irises were
greener than before. Now they were the color of limes perched on the rim of a
sparkling margarita glass. Neon limes that made my mouth go dry. And not a drop
of makeup slathered around them.

A natural beauty.

She lifted tanned shoulders adorned with thin white straps.
The attached tiny top barely revealed her navel and flat belly. “Whoa is what I
thought last night. The cop ex-husband of the famous stripper Jazmine. The cop
who’s been walking on the dangerous side, risking losing his job.” She gave me
three quick blinks, sardonic yet enticing. “You see, everyone knows how you
masturbated last night—outside the cage where she and some gorgeous brunette
got it on. And don’t try to deny it, babe, ’cuz I know for dang sure it was
you. I saw it with my own eyeballs.”

I grunted and rubbed at
my
eyeballs. “Great. Now I’m
‘famous’ for being a jack-off.”

“You say you want me to jack you off?” Golden brows arched.
She licked her lips.

“What? No, I said I’m a jack—”

She took a quick peep over her shoulder and stepped closer.
Her faint, musky fragrance came rushing back to me. It filled the small space
between us. I barely had time to inhale the scent before she stood on tiptoe
and pressed a finger to my mouth. Her finger was small and warm. I tamped down
the impulse to suck it between my teeth the way I used to. “Shh. I know what
you said. But do you know what
I’m
saying?”

“Honey,” I said, fighting off the boner that persisted like
a fever, “I pray I do.”

She removed her hand but didn’t step away. Her sexy eyes
melted my insides the way the fire had to have melted the iron of that cage.

“I want to stroke your cock and taste it again. Pull it in
my mouth, past my lips to the back of my throat. It’s been too long. Way too
long.”

I swallowed a dry gulp. “You… You what?”

The tinkle of her laughter overrode the din of firefighter
and spectator chatter. It twined with the distant crash of waves and the squawk
of seagulls. “Don’t be coy, Frank. You know what I’m saying. I’ve had a renewed
craving for it ever since I saw you last night, your nice bare ass—the one I
used to rake my nails over—your handsome face contorted in ecstasy and your cum
shooting onto Jazmine’s back… Oh wow, just thinking about it now is making me
wet.”

“Son of a bitch.” My dick ached like hell. I thrust a hand
through my hair and rubbed at the back of my neck. “This cannot be happening.”

“Oh, but it is.”

“It’s been a long time, Dix.”

“So?” Her expression darkened. Or maybe a cloud moved in
from offshore?

I couldn’t hold back the long sigh. “I hurt you. I don’t
want to do that again.”

“What I saw last night made all the pain of your rejection
fade away. The good times and the amazing sex came flooding back to me.” She
stared me down until I watched her tongue circle her pouty lips, wetting them
until they glistened in the sunlight.

“Yes. It uh, was good times, and definitely some great sex.”

“It seems like it was just yesterday, doesn’t it? I can
remember the feel of you inside me so well. You want that again, Frankie? I
could give it to you.” She shot me a long-lidded, steamy expression. “For a
price.”

I coughed and suppressed the urge to rearrange my cock
inside my pants. “A ‘price’? You’re—” A thought occurred to me. An ominous
thought that had me backing away. One that sent a stab of surprising jealousy
ripping through my chest at the thought of her with someone else. Some
ones
else. “Wait a minute. Are you…are you soliciting me?”

“You mean as in whoring myself? Even though you’re a cop?”
She folded her arms and grinned. Her teeth were straight and stunning. And fuck
me if I couldn’t stop the taunting image of my dick sliding past them.

“Yeah. That’s what I mean.”

She took my hand and dragged me down the sidewalk. “C’mon.
I’ll show you what I’m ‘soliciting’ you about.”

We left the crowd behind. Dixie’s flip-flops slapped on the
sidewalk. I could hear the laughs of beachgoers across the street along with
the hum of boats and jet skis. The odor of smoke became replaced by the scent
of salt with each step she led me farther from the fire.

We neared a commercial building separated from Puss ’N Tush by
two empty city lots. The structure stood far enough from the fire that it
hadn’t been included in the roped-off investigation area.

“Where are you taking me?”

She gazed up at me and wiggled her eyebrows. “To my
brothel.”

The expression of mischief packed an erotic punch I couldn’t
ignore.

Jazmine? Giovanna? Who are they?

Hell with them. I chuckled to myself at how easily I’d let
go of them and their brush-off. Instead I fixed my gaze on this hot little
thing leading me to who knew where.

“Really? A brothel?”

She stopped in front of the building. “See?”

Four men stood near red double doors, two on ladders, one
pointing and shouting, the other holding the bottom of a sign.