Primal Pursuit - Page 163

Across the dark grounds is what’s marked on the blueprints as a pool house. And behind that, storage. That’s what I’m interested in. It’s windowless, and not a place most would check. I’m sure there’d have been a safe in the study if I’d spent pointless time searching. Something small. But if he’s planning something, he’d have a little more security. Or, since the place isn’t crawling with goons, his place for real work isn’t in the mansion.

Out in the back, the lights are off. And I don’t think our turkey was expecting the kind of company he got, but with people here, I’m back to the hooker idea.

“What do you think, Rabbit?” I glance over, past the pool and patio and the garden beds. “You think there are four others here?”

She touches my arm, and static electricity crackles on my skin beneath the sweater. “I don’t know.”

“Instinct?”

“No.” Poppy draws a breath. “Because there aren’t any lights. The guy in the kitchen wasn’t expecting us, but he also didn’t come to the front door when we arrived.”

Now I’m fucking curious and a little turned on. “And?”

She shrugs. “I don’t know.”

“Come on, Rabbit. You have fucking opinions on everything. Talk.”

“Or?”

I shift, pinning her against the wall a moment, and I can feel the wild beat of her heart. I’m that close. “I’ll think of something.”

I slide my hand between us and rub against her cunt, and she gives a soft little moan that makes my dick twitch.

“He was expecting someone, like a girl, and this is just the bare bones staff. He’s confident no one else would dare come. In fact, if Mike and Not-Mike worked for him—” She pauses, searches my face, and narrows her eyes. “I’m going with they were, then they were on a long watch trailing me. No time limit, not yet. So, he’s not on alert. Maybe there’s two more? No one on the gate, which means whoever’s coming in has the code or knows about the gate. And…and…he’s lying. The others are just regular guards on the grounds.”

I kiss her, sucking on her tongue and devouring her, stealing the heat, reveling in her wetness, the scrape of her teeth, and the way she devours back. Like the moment we touch, it’s pure octane sex and it’s on fire. I rub her cunt, pushing the jeans up against her clit, and she moans into me, rocking hard on my hand.

When I lift my head, she’s dazed and hungry with that fuck-me-please glow she gets.

Fuck this, goddamn rabbit.

“Smart. Only thing you missed is I dismantled the alarm on the gate. Easy enough. We need to cross to that second building.” I point into the darkness just past where the moon hits a pane of glass on the pool house. “We can make a game. If I find our guy or guys, I’ll finger fuck you and make you come in less than a minute.”

Dangerous. Reckless. Messy. Death wish.

They’re all fucking true, and the drunken lust that glows in her tells me all those risks are more than worth it.

We start out, sticking to the shadows.

Rabbit gets more confidence with each second. She’s about to step out from behind a tree when a twig snaps. I grab her, but it’s too late.

A shout goes up, and I push her down. Then I step out, gun raised, and come face to face with a man who has a gun jerking up to me. I’m faster, smoother. I shoot three times. Chest and head. I turn. Footsteps hit brick, and there’s the second guy.

Bullets whizz past me and slam into the wood of the tree. I don’t dare spare my rabbit a glance; instead, I drop and shoot. I get him in the neck—the kind of rookie fucking shot that comes from fear and panic. He screams, gurgles, and his gun goes off again and again, and I stand and take him down with three headshots. Obliterating him.

Rabbit.

My heart’s in my mouth, and I can’t breathe as I whirl, looking for her.

If they fucking hit her?—

On the ground, not moving. A small black shape.

“Rabbit? Jesus Christ. Poppy?”

He said four. If he’s right, there are two more out here. There’s someone. I know it. I fucking feel it. And I’m wasting time.

But fuck. Rabbit.