Rock Chick 08 Revolution (57 page)

Like, seriously.

Suddenly, I did too.

He drove in, then ground in, his mouth coming to mine. “But this is all
mine.”

It so totally was.

“Yes,” I panted.

Inexplicably (and tragically), he pulled out again and moved down my
body. His hand went between my legs, his finger working me, his mouth went to
my breast and he sucked my nipple deep.

That was all good,
way
good.

But I needed him inside.

“Honey, please,” I begged.

He rolled my nipple with his tongue, his finger rolled between my legs
and my back left the bed.

He blew on my nipple then whispered, “My woman kicks ass at
everything.”

Oh
God.

He moved his beautiful torture to my other nipple and after the tongue
roll and blowing, I breathed, “
Ren.
”

His mouth came back to mine, but his hand continued to work between my
legs when he encouraged, “That’s it.”

I slid my fingers in his hair. “Need you.”

“You’ll get me. Gonna bury myself inside you when I make you burn.”

I was already burning.

“Need you,” I repeated.

His hand between my legs moved so his fingers thrust inside and his
thumb hit the spot.

That wasn’t what I wanted, but I’d work with it. And I did, my hips
moving desperately with his hand.

“Fuckin’ fuck me, so goddamned hot.”

“Ren.”

“Ride that, Ally.”

I rode it. Hell yeah, I rode it.

“
Ren,
” I cried, and it hit
me.

The instant it did, his fingers disappeared and he drove inside me,
swinging my calves in at his back. I closed my legs around him and dug in my
heels, my hands fisting in his hair, my lips parted, my back in an arc, my hips
moving to accommodate his.

It burned through me and Ren kept thrusting powerfully, my body
jerking. I moved my hands from his hair down his back to grab hold of his ass,
lifting my head and breathing into his neck as he slammed into me.

“Love this, baby,” I whispered into his skin.

He grunted into mine.

“Love
you,
Ren.”

His thrusts became savage.

I nipped his earlobe and moaned, “You feel so damned good, honey.”

He powered deep, then bucked once, twice, again, again and again as he
groaned into my neck. I took his weight for long moments, holding him tight to
me, breathing him in, before he rolled us.

But once to his back with me on top, he pushed me up so I was up and
straddling him, Ren staying on his back and still buried deep.

One hand curled around my hip, he lifted the other one and put it
between my breasts. With me watching him, his eyes watching his hand, he moved
it down to below my breast where he cupped me, lifting my breast, his thumb
gliding gently over my rock-hard nipple.

His touch at that sensitive spot scored through me. My hips jerked and
I sank my teeth into my lower lip. His eyes moved to my face and he did the
nipple glide again.

And got the same reaction.

His eyes sated but still burning, his hand moved down my ribs to my belly,
then down between my legs where his fingers separated, surrounding our
connection.

He kept his hand there but his eyes moved everywhere.

“Ren,” I whispered.

“Quiet. Sit still,” he ordered softly. “Wanna look at you connected to
me.”

God.

He was turning me on again.

His hand slid from between us and moved over my skin, everywhere,
belly, ribs, sides, breasts, nipples, chest.

I studied the hot, content look on his face as he watched it go and
fought squirming.

“Knew you felt deep,” he muttered, his gaze on his hand trailing down
my midriff. Then it came to mine. “Had no fuckin’ clue how deep you ran.”

“What?” I whispered.

“Everything you do, what you eat, what you drink, how you live, how you
love, how you work, all of it runs deep. You give it everything. It means
everything to you.” His hand suddenly caught mine that was resting on my thigh
and he gave it a squeeze. “Come here, baby.”

I bent to him and his hand went to the small of my back, sliding up my
spine and into my hair.

“Teach that to our kids, will you?”

He liked what he saw that night. He got why I do what I do.

And he trusted me.

God.

Beautiful
.

I closed my eyes and buried my face in his neck.

He turned his head so his mouth was at my ear. “Will you do that for
me, Ally?”

“Yes, Ren.”

His hand gave mine another squeeze. “Thank you for lettin’ me come
tonight.”

God.

Seriously!

Could he get better?

“Thanks for wanting to come.”

“And thanks for makin’ me come just now.”

I started laughing, lifted my head and said through it, “My pleasure.”

He grinned. “Noticed that.”

“Mm-hmm,” I mumbled, still chuckling.

He slid his hand through my hair and turned his head to look at the
clock. After turning back to me, he said, “Thank fuck tomorrow’s Saturday.”

I got closer, “Sleeping in.”

“Yeah,” he replied.

I brushed my mouth against his, slid him out of me and rolled out of
bed. I took care of business and pulled on a nightie, but not panties, before I
slid back into bed beside him.

Ren positioned us spooning.

“Maximum contact, you doing that, not me,” I pointed out.

“Last night you burrowed into me,” he noted.

This was true.

I said no more.

I felt Ren’s soft laughter all around me.

I wiggled into it.

“’Night, baby,” he whispered.

“’Night, Ren.”

He kissed my neck.

I closed my eyes, and within seconds was asleep.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

Key to Her Dreams

Hank

The next morning, Hank Nightingale moved up the bricked front walk to
Lee and Indy’s duplex.

He hit the bell, and a minute later Lee opened the door.

Hank lifted his chin to his brother as Lee moved out of the way. He
entered hearing retching.

He stopped in the living room, but looked to the ceiling and back to
Lee. “Morning sickness?”

“No, seein’ as it lasts until the afternoon.” Lee looked up the stairs,
murmuring, “She can’t keep anything down.”

Hank studied his brother and could see it plain. Lee was worried.

“Women have been doin’ this awhile, man,” he said softly and Lee looked
at him.

“Know that. Doesn’t mean I gotta like it.”

Hank nodded. He wouldn’t like it either.

Lee jerked his head toward the kitchen. “Get yourself some coffee. I’m
just gonna run upstairs to check on her.”

Not waiting for a reply, Lee jogged up the stairs.

Hank moved to the kitchen.

He had a coffee mug in hand and was leaning against the counter when
Lee reappeared saying, “She’s lyin’ down. She says hi. But this time of day it
comes often and fast so she wants to be close to the bathroom.

Hank nodded again. Lee got his mug, reloaded, rested his hips against
the counter and gave his eyes to his brother.

“We’re supposed to go to viewings later. Thinkin’ that’s out,” Lee
remarked.

“You’re movin’?” Hank asked.

“Keepin’ the place. It’s Grandma Ellen’s. Indy wants it kept in the
family. We’ll rent it but we need more space.”

They absolutely did. Two bedrooms, Indy and all her crazy (not to
mention clothes) and a kid?

They needed more space.

“Keep that on the quiet,” Lee warned. “She hasn’t told Tod and Stevie
yet. Stevie’ll take it in stride. Tod’s gonna have a shit fit, not havin’ Indy
or the contents of her closet close. Indy’s already freaking at the thought of
moving away from them, not to mention not having Chowleena around frequently.
So it’s likely I’ll need to get her a dog, too, to fill the void of Chowleena.”
Lee drank some coffee then finished, “Though it won’t be a fuckin’ Chow dog.”

Hank again nodded, his mind expelling the idea of his brother owning a
Chow, at the same time making a note not to be anywhere near when Indy broke
the news to Tod that she and Lee were breaking up the family.

He took a sip of his coffee, then said, “You called me for a meet, man,
but I got somethin’ to go over with you first.”

“Yeah?” Lee asked.

“Before I left, got a call from Mace.”

Hank watched Lee take a sip from his mug, his actions casual, his eyes
intent. When he was done, he stated, “Got one too.”

“He went out last night with Ally,” Hank told him something he already
knew.

This time, Lee nodded, but other than that, he didn’t give anything
away.

“He said she didn’t do well, she did
well.
She made all the right moves. Confident, not cocky. Tough
when she needed to be. When the situation became uncertain, she stood down
without a fight and took orders. He said she has the feel. And he said Hector
thinks she’s the shit.”

“Hector’s a wild man, and she’s not his sister,” Lee pointed out.

“Lee,” Hank said low, “they grew up together. She isn’t, but she is.”

Lee took a breath in through his nose. This meant he saw Hank’s point.

Hank laid it out. “I’m gonna give her space. I’m also gonna ask you to
train her.”

“Hank—”

“She wants this,” Hank said quietly. “And it’d make me sleep a fuckuva
lot easier knowin’ you gave her the skills she needs.”

Lee’s jaw clenched.

Hank continued. “And she’s good at it. You’ve seen the tape. Ice cold at
Lincoln’s. Like she’d been doin’ that shit for years.”

“Easy for her to do that when she knows she’s got firepower at her
back,” Lee countered.

“Yeah. You’re right. But Darius told both of us, since he laid it down
for her months ago, she never made a move without him bein’ in the know and him
bein’ at her back if she needed him. She’s not gung ho and proving a point.
She’s moving forward smart and doing it making all the right moves.”

Indistinct noises of more retching floated into the room. Hank lost Lee’s
attention when his brother turned his head and looked at the door.

“You wanna go to her?” he asked, then offered, “I’ll wait.”

Lee looked back at his brother. “She gets pissed, I get too much in her
space.”

That was Indy. Like Ally, two peas in a pod. They needed everybody, but
were damned if they’d let it show.

Hank took a sip of coffee, thinking he looked forward to making babies
with Roxie. He looked forward to having a family.

He did not, however, look forward to this shit.

He gave his brother a second then declared, “I’m gonna have a
conversation with Ally. You do what you need to do, but what I’ll ask you to do
is think about it. You could teach her things she needs to know. You could also
help her get licensed so she can make a better go of this.”

“She’s not findin’ trouble gettin’ cases,” Lee noted. “She doesn’t even
have an office and she’s had two fall in her lap.”

“Could that be because she’s already established a reputation for
getting the job done?” Hank suggested.

Lee said nothing.

“Just think about it, yeah?” Hank prompted.

Lee gave him a nod.

Hank took a sip of his coffee before asking, “Now, why’d you want me
over here?”

“My phone’s been busy this morning. Mace. Hector. Tex. Even fuckin’ Kumar,” Lee told him.

“Yeah?” Hank said.

“And also Brody,” Lee went on.

“And?”

“Jane wrote that
Rock Chick
book,”
Lee announced.

Hank went still before he whispered, “What?”

Lee shook his head but said, “Yeah. Jane. Middle of the night last
night, Brody found a trail from the person who gets reader mail to Jane.”

“Fuck,” Hank bit out.

“Yeah,” Lee agreed.

“What now?” Hank asked.

“That’s why I asked you here,” Lee answered. “I don’t know. No tellin’
what Indy’s gonna do. She thinks of Jane like family. I don’t know if she’ll
lose her mind or defend her. Bein’ Indy, though, my guess is she’d defend her.
But right now, her sick all the time, she doesn’t need this shit. She’s also
told me about Jane. That woman loves books, always wanted to become a writer.
She’s written fuckin’ dozens of them that went nowhere. Now she’s livin’ her
dream.”