He runs his hands around my hips, delving between the garter and my skin, adding strokes to bring me closer and higher. I place my hand over his, strengthening his touch until I can barely take it anymore. I turn my head to the side just enough so that my mouth can meet his as our bodies rock together. With every thrust, I feel myself getting close to climax again.
“Come with me, baby,” he pants as I moan into his mouth, barely noticing the flashes of the booth going off as we collapse against each other, totally spent.
“I told you that you were a little minx,” he says, opening the door and leading me out, tapping my ass as I walk past him. He turns and shuts the booth door behind us, leaning down to grab the strip of photos lying in the slot. I look up at him in shock and he gives me one of his sexy smirks.
“Souvenirs for later.”
Chapter Eighteen
I wake up in next morning feeling a little worse for wear, but as I look over and see my gorgeous girl sleeping peacefully beside me my heart feels full. She amazed me last night, totally blew my socks off. She is so damn sexy and the fact that we got each other so worked up that we had to have each other right there and then in the bar, blows my mind. I was surprised that I was able to concentrate on anything other than her all night. She looked so f**king hot, I’m surprised I didn’t have to fend other guys off her.
We got home about 2 a.m., after Shay bundled us into a cab and sent us on our way. He had the biggest smirk on his face, like he knew what we’d gotten up to. . As he put me in the cab I heard him mutter, “lucky bastard,” and I cracked up laughing. I’m guessing he saw us come out of the photo booth.
When we finally got home, I made sure to take my time removing and inspecting every little scrap of clothing she had been wearing, paying close attention to the gorgeous corset set she bought. That is piece of lingerie that will definitely be used again—and soon. She gave me another treat when we got home, taking my breath away by standing at the end of the bed, wearing nothing but the corset, stockings and heels.
Even remembering it is making me hard.
I grab my phone to send Shay a text. I want to make sure he had a good night and got home safe.
Brax: Hey man, thanks for a great party last night. We had a good time. What time did you get home?
A few hours have now passed with no reply from Shay. I decide to call the bastard. If he’s ignoring me, it’ll make the call all the more enjoyable. I let it ring until the dial tone sounds and try again straight away, but still no answer. This is totally unlike him. It doesn’t matter what condition we’re in, we always answer the phone. I have a sinking feeling in my stomach that I can’t ignore. I decide to give him a few more hours to get back to me before I start making calls and asking questions.
Elle wakes up to find me frowning at my phone in my hand. She rolls over towards me, propping her head up with her hand.
“What’s up, babe?” she asks.
“Shay’s not answering,” I reply, shaking my head. I can’t explain to her exactly why I’m getting worried, but she can tell I’m not happy.
“He’s probably just hung over, babe, give him some time to recover,” she muses with a laugh.
“Nope, it’s not what we do. He always answers,” I bite back. She looks shocked by my response.
“Well I’m sure he is okay. Let’s just relax until he calls back,” she replies quietly.
“I suppose.”
I know I’m not paying full attention to Elle and I’m aware how unfair that is, but Shay going offline is not what I need right now. We’ve got too many loose ends and questions hanging above our heads. Out of the corner of my eye I notice Elle looking at me, I smile down at her, trying to hide my concern. I don’t need her worrying too.
By 2 p.m. when I still haven’t heard from Shay, it dawns on me that something has happened. This is totally out of character for him. Shit. I was so distracted by Elle last night I didn’t even think about the job. For one night I wanted to feel normal, I wanted to have a great night out with the love of my life and my best friend.
I pull out my laptop and dial in to our secure server to check Shay’s GPS location. The one thing Shay and I are mindful of is the use of technology to make our jobs easier. Having GPS trackers on our cars and phones is just one of the things we use.
Checking the system, I see that his cell phone has not moved for over twelve hours. It is showing as being in the parking lot opposite Stages Bar. I quickly grab my phone and look up the bar’s phone number before dialing.
When the manager answers, I ask what time Shay left. He tells me that everybody was out at 3 a.m. when he locked up. Dammit, Shay! Rule number one is never put your phone out of reach, he knows that. I still don’t understand why his phone is still in the parking lot—maybe he fell asleep in his car.
I look back at my computer to trace Shay’s car. I stare at the screen in shock when I see his car is in Boston—that can’t be right. I remember when we left Shay at the bar, he told me he was heading back inside to rejoin the celebration. He seemed happy and slightly drunk, but still aware of where he was and what he was doing.
I’m busy looking up exactly where in Boston his car is when I hear the shrill of my phone, telling me that I have a new message.
I grab my phone, hoping its Shay texting me back to tell me he is fine.
Unknown: You lost track of your boy, Braxton. Silly thing to do.
Brax: Tell me where he is.
Unknown: Daddy thought you needed to be taught a lesson in respect.
Brax: Fuck respect, call me now!
My phone rings and I know who it is before I even answer.
“Braxton,” he says smugly.
“Where the f**k is Shay?” I yell down the phone.
Elle is in the shower so I know she can’t hear me, but right now I don’t care. Right now I’m lacking the patience to deal with this and cover my ass with her.
“Now, now, boy. He’s fine. He’s just sleeping off a rather hard night,” he replies with a chuckle.
Damn, I could throttle him right now!
“Like hell he is. Why is his car in Boston?” I demand. I’m seething and getting more and more annoyed as the seconds tick by.
“I see you’re using that smart mind of yours. Good to hear, my boy. I needed to send a message to you. I did tell you to keep your nose out of it, remember?”
“I’m not your boy and you know damn well that Shay has nothing to do with you and me. You better let him go before this shit starts getting serious,” I tell him.