Accidental Bounty (Inter-Galactic Bounty Hunter Book 4) Page 8

  Smiling down at her Drake chuckled. “Do you give up little one?”

  Jinx struggled against him, trying to throw him. But instead of discovering a weakness, she felt swelling cock pressing against her stomach. Oh God, he was aroused. She froze, assessing their situation. Her legs were open because his wide hips were wedged in there to keep her from bucking him off and breaking free.

  Looking up into his eyes, Jinx saw that flare of desire. She liked the feel of him on her. She couldn’t help thinking of being with him in this same position—but naked. Her body responded to her naughty thoughts, nipples tightening. Her pussy felt needy, pulsing with a heartbeat of its very own. Her eyes glanced down at his lips, and she wondered what it would be like to kiss him again. Would it be the same as before, or better?

  She must have said that out loud because he smiled. “I have been wondering the same thing,” Drake whispered as he lowered his head to place his lips on hers.

  Jinx opened to him with no resistance. How do you fight a tornado? It struck unexpectedly and left devastation behind. That was how his kiss made her feel, knocking the world out from under her and leaving her feeling...devastated with need. Groaning with pleasure, she arched into him and sucked on his tongue. The flavor of him was delicious. She couldn’t seem to get enough. Her hands were freed when he moved his hands down her body, cupping her breasts before he took hold of her hips. Drake pressed his cock against her pussy and they both moaned at the contact.

  “Whoa my man! My training assessment was never like that.” The cowboy’s voice called out.

  Drake pulled back and growled at Jackson. “I thought I told you to leave.”

  “Yep, you did. Just thought ya ought ta know that the others are coming down stairs right now.” The cowboy winked before turning and leaving.

  They pulled apart. Drake stood up gingerly. “You’re done for the day.”

  “Wait, what about my tracking assessment?” Jinx asked, trying to shake the desire off.

  He was already walking away, “Tomorrow. We’ll finish this tomorrow.”

  Then he was gone and she stood there trembling with need. Her nipples were hard, her palms sweaty. She had to clamp her legs together to keep from falling. She let out a breath she hadn’t realized that she was holding. That male was dangerous to her equilibrium.

  Chapter 12

  Drake headed straight for the showers. He needed a cold one to deal with his blasted cock. Feeling her underneath him, moving against him as he kissed her, her scent, her moan of pleasure...just the thought had some of his semen leaking from his tip. He shrugged out of his pants and realized he had left his shirt and boots in the gym. Fortunately had a spare set in his locker.

  As soon as he entered the shower stall, the water started and adjusted to a warm temperature. Warm wasn’t what he needed. He reached for the digital buttons and reduced the temperature down. It should have worked, but he kept picturing Jinx with her beautiful eyes, naked as he took her hard.

  “Damn it!” He took hold of his cock a little harder and began stroking himself. He braced his other arm against the shower wall and closed his eyes. Drake pictured her naked doing those stretches. He fantasized about taking her while she was bent over. Yes. He would slap that surprisingly shapely ass until it was a lovely shade of pink.

  He imagined that her channel would be tight, but would accommodate him nicely. Another image came to him of him taking her against the shower wall, her body sleek from the water and her nipples tight little nubs, pressing sweetly against his chest. He moaned, quickening his strokes until his release shot out against the wall. He felt it through his whole body.

  Washing off the evidence of his release, he frowned. He hadn’t masturbated like that in a long time. If he felt a need for a woman’s company, he simply went to the club or a bar and flirted with a willing female. He always made sure to pleasure the women first, he took pride in that. He liked women and respected them. The females he chose to be with knew he wasn’t seeking anything more and were okay with it. Afterward, he would thank her and walk away without any hard feelings. Jinx was different, special and damn complicated. She was not a no strings type of female.

  When he walked out of the shower the water turned off a few seconds later after spraying a cleaning disinfectant. He stood in the next stall and spread his arms out as the dryers turned on. He was ready to dress within seconds.

  As Drake was pulling on his clothes, his cellphone went off. He took it out and frowned. It was Vic letting him know that they had a perp that just skipped out on his mandatory check in and missed his day in court. The guy was going to run. Good, he needed something to distract him. He headed back upstairs to the tech supplies. Isaac was already there, pulling out equipment for him. He frowned when he noticed that Isaac was helping Jinx put on a vest with a gun holster.

  “Whoa, what’s going on here?”

  Jinx looked up and smiled at him. “I’m going with you.”

  “No you’re not.”

  Vic walked up to him. “Is there a problem?”

  Drake crossed his arms over his chest. “Jinx seems to think that she’s coming with me. She hasn’t completed her training yet.”

  “This is a prime track and retrieve case. She’s passed the shooting. How did she do with the hand to hand?”

  Drake sighed but answered honestly. “She passed it.”

  “Great,” Vic beamed, “There’s no better assessing for tracking than in the field.”

  Drake just stared at Vic who stared back. Damn it! He was going to have to take her with him. “Fine, but she is to observe only.”

  Jinx didn’t like that at all. “Hey now, I have skills and I’m ready for this.”

  Vic put his hand on her shoulder, “This is Drake’s case; you follow his orders. If you can’t do that, then we may have to extend your training and reschedule your assessments.”

  Drake watched as color rose to Jinx’s cheeks. She didn’t glance at him at all, but gritted her teeth and answered. “Fine.”

  Vic glanced from her to Drake. He nodded his agreement, then Vic looked at Jinx one more time. “Watch, listen, and learn. I know you’re anxious to prove yourself, but take this time to learn all you can. Don’t take any chances with your life, little one.”

  Jinx’s disgruntled expression faded at the sound of his concern for her. She smiled at him and nodded. “I’ll be careful.”

  Vic walked away. Drake got a weird feeling in the pit of his stomach when Vic called her little one. It felt...wrong and he didn’t like it at all. Drake had called her little one earlier, and it felt natural. He wanted that to be his nickname for her that only he used.

  Grabbing the gear he needed Drake looked at Jinx, “Let’s go.” He headed for the door without looking back at her.

  *****

  Damn son of a bitch! Jinx almost had to jog to keep up with his long strides. Drake was being a complete ass. She still felt humiliated when he tried to keep her from going along with him on his case. Vic had to intervene, and then she was told that she would be there to observe only. If Drake had his way, she wouldn’t be going at all. Well, she wasn’t going to let him screw things up for her. No way in hell!

  “So, who’s the fugitive?” she asked, having to pull herself up into his new hover truck.

  “The guy’s name is Derrick Roberts. He’s got four priors; auto theft, breaking and entering, public disturbance, and damaging property. He served five years, then was released for good behavior. His current arrest was for causing a public disturbance, attack of a public figure and...indecent exposure.”

  Jinx looked over at him. “Seriously? He got arrested for being naked?”

  “He went to the local church during an evening service drunk and bare-assed naked. Sat down next to the mayor and his wife, then threw up on the mayor’s wife before passing out.”

  Jinx couldn’t help but make a disgusted face. “Man, his luck is worse than mine.”

  “It wasn’t luck—it was stupi
dity. Now he’s made another stupid decision to jump bail and he’ll be heading where?”

  “Are you asking me as part of a conversation or as part of my assessment?”

  “Of course,” Drake nodded.

  “Right, okay. He’ll need money to get off the planet. We should try his family, friends, and usual hangouts first. If they don’t help him or don’t have enough money for him, he’ll have to try to steal it.”

  “Right on all counts, except for the family. Roberts burned his bridges with all his family members.”

  “Who helped post his bail?”

  “A girlfriend, one Bambi Taylor.”

  She snorted. “Bambi? Does she have big boobs and blonde hair with an IQ of ten?”

  “Yes and a fine ass also. Have you met her?”

  Shaking her head, she gritted her teeth with jealousy. Of course Drake had checked out this Bambi person’s ass. It wasn’t like Jinx had any right to be jealous. She didn’t care, really she didn’t. He was her trainer, that was al. “I made an educated guess. So we’re going to visit with Bambi?”

  “Not to her home. She’s probably working tonight.”

  “Where does she work?’

  He didn’t answer her as they drove down the road, which piqued her interest. She should have grabbed a laptop or tablet to pull up the perp’s records. She couldn’t help but vent her frustration. “I feel like I’m going in blind not having seen the case file first.”

  “Having regrets already?” Drake smirked.

  “No way,” Jinx shook her head resolutely. “I know I was meant to do this.”

  “No one is meant to do this job. It’s just better suited for a special few.”

  “Let me guess—you’re one of the special few but not me.”

  “That’s my opinion sweetheart.”

  “Don’t call me sweetheart!” she growled out furiously.

  They were silent for about twenty minutes before Drake pulled up into a parking lot. She glanced up at the flashing neon sign and the promotion being broadcasted. “You have got to be shitting me. Welcome to the T&A Select Club. Ribs and beer are half off during Wednesday’s happy hour.”

  “This place is really classy to serve ribs,” Drake quipped.

  Jinx rolled her eyes. The thought of scantily clad women dancing in front of men gorging themselves on messy ribs made her vomit in her mouth a little. Sucking in a deep breath she released it slowly. Concentrate on the job Jinx. She told herself.

  Drake parked his hover truck on the side of the building to keep it hidden. “Stay here.”

  “Wait, what? How am I supposed to observe you if I’m sitting here doing nothing?”

  “I’ve got the contact lens cameras on and a microphone as a button.” He leaned over to open the glove compartment. Jinx moved as far back in the seat as she could go to avoid his touch, but she still felt the warmth of his body. His scent was divine.

  “Here, it’s my tablet. The code is 123321. You will be able to watch and hear everything.”

  Jinx wasn’t thrilled with this plan, but it was better than nothing. “What if I need to communicate with you?”

  “Isaac gave you an earpiece. Just turn it on. I have a smaller one taped to my inner ear. That way it won’t be noticeable.”

  She took the earpiece out of the vest pocket and attempted to put the thing in her ear. She should have paid closer attention to Isaac when he was talking about it. “Dang it.”

  “Let me help,” Drake leaned closer, his long fingers warm against hers. She pulled her hands away. His touch was so gentle as he brushed her earlobe. His face was close to her, just a few inches away. If Jinx turned her head, she would feel his skin against her lips. She was tempted to taste him. All too soon, the contact ended as he pulled away.

  “There, all done.” He gave her a look she couldn’t quite define before jumping out of the truck and shutting the door behind him.

  Jinx entered the code to the tablet and pulled up the surveillance program. She tapped her earpiece. “Testing, one two three.”

  “I hear you loud and clear sweetheart.”

  “Stop calling me that.”

  He chuckled, but kept walking around the corner of the building. There was a bouncer at the entrance, but Drake had no problem getting past him. She could hear the soft thumping of the music inside then he opened the door and it sounded like the music grew to a huge booming racket.

  “How can anyone hear themselves?”

  “Trust me, no one comes here for the music.”

  The interior was dark, most of the lights were focused on the dancefloor. The topless waitress smiled at him as he passed. Drake turned to look back at her. Jinx bristled at the sight of it.

  “Could you be any more obvious?”

  “Jealous sweetheart?

  Jinx squirmed in her seat. “Of course not.” Damn she was a bad liar. Jinx watched through Drake’s eyes as the beautiful women danced on the poles and baring their bodies to the customers. She had always felt insecure about her own body. Many times she had wished she was taller and had bigger boobs. Jinx thought she had accepted herself a long time ago, but her insecurities were flaring up anew.

  Drake sat down at a table. A topless waitress came up immediately and asked, “What can I get you handsome?”

  “I’m looking for Bambi.”

  The waitress paused, fiddling with her tray of drinks. “I’ll let her know she has a customer.”

  Drake scanned the room. Unfortunately, the lighting kept Jinx from seeing clearly through the lens. “Can you see in there?”

  “I have great night vision. I don’t see our perp, but he might have already come and gone. Or he could be hiding around here somewhere.”

  A gorgeous brunette in a bikini bathing suit came up to where Drake was lounging in a chair. “Is there something I can do for you?”

  “Thanks, but I’m waiting on Bambi.”

  “I can keep you company until she comes.” She put her hands on his shoulders and leaned down to him, her barely-covered breasts swung right at his face. Jinx jerked back, caught off guard with that much cleaving coming at her—or coming right at Drake.

  She grumbled, “I don’t get paid enough for this shit.” She had to admit the woman had a perfect set of double D’s. Jealousy ramped up again, but she had to give Drake credit, he wasn’t encouraging the woman.

  “I appreciate your offer, but no thank you.”

  The woman didn’t seem to care that her services were being turned down. She straddled Drake’s lap. “Come on baby, give me a kiss.”

  Then things went blurry as the woman leaned down and kissed Drake. “Really?”

  Jinx turned away, not wanting to see this woman and Drake. Looking up, she noticed two figures coming out of the back of the strip club, a man and a woman.

  “Hey Drake, I think your perp is making his escape out the back.” The sounds that came back over the line sounded like wet sloppy kisses. What the fuck? Well, she wasn’t about to let this perp get away. She would do the job herself.

  Opening the door of the hover truck, she hopped down. Jinx jogged, keeping herself to the wall. She nearly jumped out of her skin when she heard Drake’s voice in her ear.

  “Jinx, I’m going through the dressing room.”

  She whispered, hoping he could hear her. “Don’t be loud, but your guy and his girlfriend are out back. I’m following them.”

  “Jinx, don’t do anything. I mean it. Keep your distance.”

  Fuck that! She kept following them. They were heading for a hover car parked near the dumpster. If the guy got in the car, he would get away.

  The woman stumbled in her high heels and dropped her bag, so she stopped to pick it up. The man halted to yell back at her. “Come on Bambi! Move it!”

  “I have to get my bag!”

  The couple was distracted, so they didn’t notice Jinx moving up behind the dumpster. She came around behind the guy and jumped on his back, wrapping her arm around his neck cutting his
air supply slowly.

  “Let him go, you bitch!” Bambi yelled at her. She tried to hit Jinx with her purse, but the perp was twirling around with her on his back like a monkey. She missed Jinx and lifted the bag again, but it went back behind her and ended up hitting Drake in the face as he approached.

  “What the fuck!” Drake clutched at his nose, surprised by the hit. Bambi continued to pummel him with her bag.

  Jinx didn’t let the perp go, but looked up in surprise to see Drake taken down by a stripper with a heavy purse.

  Bambi continued to try to hit Jinx, but only succeeded in making the perp Roberts fall back against the dumpster—hard. Jinx’s grip on him loosened. It was the opportunity Roberts needed. He rammed Jinx backwards into the dumpster over and over. The back of her head hit the dumpster and she let go of him, as she saw stars. Jinx slid to the ground as the guy made his escape.

  She struggled to get to her hands and knees, trying to focus on what was going on. Roberts and Bambi tried to move around Drake while he was still on the ground. Drake grabbed hold of each of their legs, and at the same time that Jinx pulled out her personal stun gun and leaned forward to shove device into Robert’s ass. What Jinx hadn’t expected was that not only did the shock current go through Roberts, rendering him motionless. It also ran Drake and Bambi as her teacher held the three of them together.

  Drake, Bambi, and Roberts all passed out on the ground, leaving Jinx still on her hands and knees with a throbbing bump on the back of her head. She could barely see straight. She crawled over the ground to pull Roberts’s hands behind him and put on the electric handcuffs. Then she put a set on Bambi, who would be charged with aiding Roberts.

  Crawling to Drake, she put his head in her lap. She used her cellphone and called the bail enforcement agency for help; there was no way she could haul three unconscious people across the parking lot and up into Drake’s too tall hover truck.

  The cowboy answered the phone. “Yeah?”

  “This is Jinx Alexander. I need a pick up for Drake’s perp.”