above her. I hadn’t even touched her yet and she was on the verge of begging me.
“Are you sure?” I growled, barely able to get the question out. She nodded her head at me with so much desire in her eyes that I felt like we were already connected.
“Make love to me,” she purred.
“Jared.” Huh?
“Jared. We fell asleep on the couch.” Isabella’s sleep filled voice met my ears, causing me to sit up startled. After spending the day at the shooting range and having lunch together, we came home to relax and watch some TV. Apparently, it meant taking a nap, too. Even worse than all of this was the things I had been dreaming about.
“Jared,” Isabella said my name sternly. “Your phone’s ringing.” I turned my attention to her catching the look on her face. It all but said, is he right in the head? Hell, I didn’t even know if I was all here. Shaking my head as if to get the dream and the effect it had over my body out of my mind, I plucked my phone off the coffee table.
I sighed and watched Isabella disappear to give me privacy. Motherfucking Alzerro King the caller ID read. Rolling my eyes, I hit the green answer key.
“Sometimes I think you just like being a douche bag.” Those were the first words out of his mouth. Not a hello, how are you this fine evening—just straight to the point bullshit.
“Did you just call to insult me or what?” I asked annoyed, voice groggy with sleep. Had I known it was anything less than an emergency, I wouldn’t have answered. He had a life, a good one at that, he needed to worry less about me and focus more on his family.
“Not really. I actually called you because I have some intel and I needed to let you know. I also just felt like calling you. You know, making up for lost time.” I could hear the humor in his voice.
“Cut the bullshit, Alzerro. You know how I get about jokes and shit like that. I don’t have the time for this.” Of course, I was getting frustrated right off the bat. Between my day dreaming about Isabella and the fact I hadn’t fucked anyone in over a week, I was close to losing my shit on whoever might piss me off even the slightest bit.
“They know she’s here. I don’t know how, and I don’t know when they’re going to make an attack. Hell, at this moment, I’m not sure if they know your exact location or just the places you frequent but you need to be ready.” He went from funny and joking to serious and business-like so fast, I had gotten whiplash from the change in his attitude.
That was the thing about Agent King per se—you never knew if he was going to break your neck or cause you to bust your gut in laughter.
“She’s being cared for… and protected in the best way possible. You know I wouldn’t let anything happen. ” I kept my voice low, not wanting Isabella to overhear me. She was just in the other room after all.
“Good. These men don’t mess around Jared. They’ll kill you both before they let you leave with her. They’re as bad as I was in my prime days.” I snorted, covering my laughter.
“Yeah, before you started driving a minivan and toting Gia back and forth to ballerina class?” Radio silence formed on the other side of the line, which just caused another snort of laughter to escape.
“Asshole. That’s what you are. You don’t want anyone to joke with you, but yet you turn around and do it to someone else. You’re lucky.”
“Why is that?” I tested him, trying to get a rise out of him.
“Because if you weren’t my childhood friend and brother-in-law, I would’ve already had the barrel of my gun pressed against your skull.” Gun. That one word brought me back to the current situation, to the immediate danger that we were in. What he said caused something inside of me to wake up. It caused a reminder to go off inside my head. I was supposed to be protecting Isabella. They generally knew where she was, and if they knew that much, it wouldn’t take long for them to find out who she
“Are you sure?” I growled, barely able to get the question out. She nodded her head at me with so much desire in her eyes that I felt like we were already connected.
“Make love to me,” she purred.
“Jared.” Huh?
“Jared. We fell asleep on the couch.” Isabella’s sleep filled voice met my ears, causing me to sit up startled. After spending the day at the shooting range and having lunch together, we came home to relax and watch some TV. Apparently, it meant taking a nap, too. Even worse than all of this was the things I had been dreaming about.
“Jared,” Isabella said my name sternly. “Your phone’s ringing.” I turned my attention to her catching the look on her face. It all but said, is he right in the head? Hell, I didn’t even know if I was all here. Shaking my head as if to get the dream and the effect it had over my body out of my mind, I plucked my phone off the coffee table.
I sighed and watched Isabella disappear to give me privacy. Motherfucking Alzerro King the caller ID read. Rolling my eyes, I hit the green answer key.
“Sometimes I think you just like being a douche bag.” Those were the first words out of his mouth. Not a hello, how are you this fine evening—just straight to the point bullshit.
“Did you just call to insult me or what?” I asked annoyed, voice groggy with sleep. Had I known it was anything less than an emergency, I wouldn’t have answered. He had a life, a good one at that, he needed to worry less about me and focus more on his family.
“Not really. I actually called you because I have some intel and I needed to let you know. I also just felt like calling you. You know, making up for lost time.” I could hear the humor in his voice.
“Cut the bullshit, Alzerro. You know how I get about jokes and shit like that. I don’t have the time for this.” Of course, I was getting frustrated right off the bat. Between my day dreaming about Isabella and the fact I hadn’t fucked anyone in over a week, I was close to losing my shit on whoever might piss me off even the slightest bit.
“They know she’s here. I don’t know how, and I don’t know when they’re going to make an attack. Hell, at this moment, I’m not sure if they know your exact location or just the places you frequent but you need to be ready.” He went from funny and joking to serious and business-like so fast, I had gotten whiplash from the change in his attitude.
That was the thing about Agent King per se—you never knew if he was going to break your neck or cause you to bust your gut in laughter.
“She’s being cared for… and protected in the best way possible. You know I wouldn’t let anything happen. ” I kept my voice low, not wanting Isabella to overhear me. She was just in the other room after all.
“Good. These men don’t mess around Jared. They’ll kill you both before they let you leave with her. They’re as bad as I was in my prime days.” I snorted, covering my laughter.
“Yeah, before you started driving a minivan and toting Gia back and forth to ballerina class?” Radio silence formed on the other side of the line, which just caused another snort of laughter to escape.
“Asshole. That’s what you are. You don’t want anyone to joke with you, but yet you turn around and do it to someone else. You’re lucky.”
“Why is that?” I tested him, trying to get a rise out of him.
“Because if you weren’t my childhood friend and brother-in-law, I would’ve already had the barrel of my gun pressed against your skull.” Gun. That one word brought me back to the current situation, to the immediate danger that we were in. What he said caused something inside of me to wake up. It caused a reminder to go off inside my head. I was supposed to be protecting Isabella. They generally knew where she was, and if they knew that much, it wouldn’t take long for them to find out who she
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