Crystal Mac: A prologue novella to Captive Series Book 3 HELL'S HILLTOP by J. A. Dennam Page A
Authors: J. A. Dennam
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“Now I need you to stop at that gas station ahead. I’ll only be a sec.”
It was a busy place by the highway with twenty-four pumps and plenty of foot traffic streaming through the doors. Crystal disappeared in the way Mac was becoming used to. Sure as shit, the passenger door opened three minutes later and a stranger slipped into the seat beside him. Mac almost kicked her out before he realized who was beneath the prim blue dress and long strawberry-blond wig. With bangs, glasses, earrings and lipstick, she looked like a girl from the office.
Mac gave her a onceover with mouth agape.
Crystal lowered the black plastic frames an inch. “Just drive, cowboy, or I’ll knock you out.”
Yep. That was Crystal all right. “Where’d you get the wig?” he asked, patiently awaiting the elderly couple behind them before backing out.
“Cancer center.”
“The glasses?”
“Vision center. No one will miss them, at least for a while.”
“Do you ever worry about Karma?” he asked conversationally.
“Every goddamned day,” she answered, then tossed a pack of Marlboro Reds into his lap. “You’ll need those if you want to hang close without attracting attention.”
Next stop was one block south of the Lesico building. It stood out as the tallest among other similar buildings of white concrete and mirrored glass. The park beside them was full of activity as people walked to work or sat on the benches with their coffee. A public transportation bus pulled away, leaving a dozen scattering commuters.
Mac and Crystal sat in tense silence, staring at the face of the building they’d infiltrated the night before. It looked so unassuming. Ordinary.
Beside him, beneath the ginger wig and glasses, Crystal’s soft mouth was set in a determined line. She pulled the door handle. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes, leave.”
He grabbed her arm before she could exit. “We leave together,” he countered sternly. “And you’ll call me as soon as you enter the building so I can listen in.”
A brow went up. “So commanding,” she purred. Her focus shifted to his restraining hand. “Tell me, Mac, have you ever done a redhead?”
Coming from any other woman, he would have proceeded with caution. But Crystal wasn’t any other woman and his dick jumped to immediate attention. “Several,” he answered honestly.
She took her lower lip between her teeth. “How ‘bout in a preschool van?”
Ah, something to shoot for. His mouth curved slight ly. “Can’t say I’ve done that… but it’s certainly not above me.”
When he relaxed his grip, she took his hand and lightly nipped the tip of his middle finger. “Then, I’ll definitely be back.” She leaned over, whispered, “After all, it’s just sex, right?”
There was a challenge in those glimmerin g pools of ice blue. Just sex… Something he told himself would never happen again. But who the hell was he kidding? He burned for her and he feared she saw every flame behind his crumbling wall of restraint.
When her tongue flicked over that luscious bottom lip, the need to taste it himself overpowered all reason, so he leaned in and took what he wanted. Mmm, her sweet flavor was definitely something he could get used to. The pleasure built to a steamy level as they angled into the kiss together. What was supposed to be a quick last word turned into something much more. He took her face in his hands, dove deep, fully gave in to the hunger he no longer wanted to deny.
Crystal was the one who broke away, leaving him shaken and wanting more. Breath ragged, she inhaled deeply, let it out slowly. “That didn’t help my focus,” she said staring intently at the parked car in front of them. Then, hooking a thin white purse over a shoulder, she exited the vehicle.
The slamming door hit Mac like a bucket of cold water. Damn if that kiss hadn’t left him with a stark visual of what was to come. A few deep breaths and a complete round of Old MacDonald made his
It was a busy place by the highway with twenty-four pumps and plenty of foot traffic streaming through the doors. Crystal disappeared in the way Mac was becoming used to. Sure as shit, the passenger door opened three minutes later and a stranger slipped into the seat beside him. Mac almost kicked her out before he realized who was beneath the prim blue dress and long strawberry-blond wig. With bangs, glasses, earrings and lipstick, she looked like a girl from the office.
Mac gave her a onceover with mouth agape.
Crystal lowered the black plastic frames an inch. “Just drive, cowboy, or I’ll knock you out.”
Yep. That was Crystal all right. “Where’d you get the wig?” he asked, patiently awaiting the elderly couple behind them before backing out.
“Cancer center.”
“The glasses?”
“Vision center. No one will miss them, at least for a while.”
“Do you ever worry about Karma?” he asked conversationally.
“Every goddamned day,” she answered, then tossed a pack of Marlboro Reds into his lap. “You’ll need those if you want to hang close without attracting attention.”
Next stop was one block south of the Lesico building. It stood out as the tallest among other similar buildings of white concrete and mirrored glass. The park beside them was full of activity as people walked to work or sat on the benches with their coffee. A public transportation bus pulled away, leaving a dozen scattering commuters.
Mac and Crystal sat in tense silence, staring at the face of the building they’d infiltrated the night before. It looked so unassuming. Ordinary.
Beside him, beneath the ginger wig and glasses, Crystal’s soft mouth was set in a determined line. She pulled the door handle. “If I’m not back in twenty minutes, leave.”
He grabbed her arm before she could exit. “We leave together,” he countered sternly. “And you’ll call me as soon as you enter the building so I can listen in.”
A brow went up. “So commanding,” she purred. Her focus shifted to his restraining hand. “Tell me, Mac, have you ever done a redhead?”
Coming from any other woman, he would have proceeded with caution. But Crystal wasn’t any other woman and his dick jumped to immediate attention. “Several,” he answered honestly.
She took her lower lip between her teeth. “How ‘bout in a preschool van?”
Ah, something to shoot for. His mouth curved slight ly. “Can’t say I’ve done that… but it’s certainly not above me.”
When he relaxed his grip, she took his hand and lightly nipped the tip of his middle finger. “Then, I’ll definitely be back.” She leaned over, whispered, “After all, it’s just sex, right?”
There was a challenge in those glimmerin g pools of ice blue. Just sex… Something he told himself would never happen again. But who the hell was he kidding? He burned for her and he feared she saw every flame behind his crumbling wall of restraint.
When her tongue flicked over that luscious bottom lip, the need to taste it himself overpowered all reason, so he leaned in and took what he wanted. Mmm, her sweet flavor was definitely something he could get used to. The pleasure built to a steamy level as they angled into the kiss together. What was supposed to be a quick last word turned into something much more. He took her face in his hands, dove deep, fully gave in to the hunger he no longer wanted to deny.
Crystal was the one who broke away, leaving him shaken and wanting more. Breath ragged, she inhaled deeply, let it out slowly. “That didn’t help my focus,” she said staring intently at the parked car in front of them. Then, hooking a thin white purse over a shoulder, she exited the vehicle.
The slamming door hit Mac like a bucket of cold water. Damn if that kiss hadn’t left him with a stark visual of what was to come. A few deep breaths and a complete round of Old MacDonald made his
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