Bronco's Rough Ride (Bad Boys of Beta Squad, 0.5) by Siobhan Muir Page A

might want to take him for a spin if there’s anything left when you’re done.”
    Lindsey’s laughed chilled John to the bone. “You know I don’t leave leftovers. I use every. Last. Drop.” She punctuated each word with her hand groping some part of his body until she gently squeezed his balls. He groaned as she gave her hand a vicious twist and bent over to hide her lack of real purchase. Thank God she didn’t really rip them off.
    Lady Katy squealed with delight. “Oh, he’s marvelously responsive. I miss that about the toys, but one can’t be too careful.” She waved a hand in John’s direction. “Where are you taking him?”
    Strobe lights flashed as their immediate silence stretched beneath the thumping music of the Club. Lindsey kept her gaze on John as if considering the next step in a diabolical plan. Her smile came slow and sultry, but cold, and John shivered despite himself.
    “I want to go see the fountains and be kissed under the lights before taking him to bed.”
    “Aww, how romantic. I never knew you had it in you, Ms. Black.”
    “Yes, well, I have to keep a few secrets, don’t I?” Lindsey nodded to Lady Katy. “I’d best get to it before he’s too drunk to stand. Don’t want to require someone to carry him for me. Good luck with your new toy.” Lindsey tugged John’s tie as she shifted toward the crowd of dancers. “Come along, Mr. Smith. That’s a good boy.”
    John staggered after her, his back itching from the gaze of Lady Katy. Damn, that woman needed to be put down like a rabid weasel. And I’d do it if my hands were steady enough.
    Some of his strength had returned as the effects of the drug wore off, but he still remained unsteady and they didn’t have much time. The orderlies would be back soon to administer the next dose of drugs and they’d sound the alarm when they found him and Lindsey gone. She must have sensed his unease because she grabbed his hand to pull him closer. He bent his head to her ear and inhaled her lovely scent.
    “Which way is out from here?” He had a tough time focusing on anything in the undulating crowd splashed with strobe lighting.
    “To your left.” He swung them around and eyed her direction. “Under the red light. They try to make it look like there’s blood everywhere to keep people from leaving when they’re drunk. It’s a visceral reaction from what I’ve seen.”
    “Hell, that’s diabolical.” John swallowed against his stomach trying to heave up bile. The tile patterns on the floor seemed to shift like moving entrails in the crimson light. Just keep your eyes on the prize, Chief . “Let’s move out.”
    “Roger that.”
    John blinked and shot her a look, but Lindsey pasted a false smile over her lips and beckoned him with a curling finger as she pulled him toward the doors. Bodies jostled them and made their progress torturous under the shifting lights. John tried to keep moving in a straight line, but his eyes refused to focus and he staggered to his knees, dragging Lindsey down with him.
    Aw shit.
    Lindsey giggled as if completely drunk and bent at the waist, laughing helplessly as she removed her shoes. “Oh my God, you’re so drunk.” She chortled as she tugged on him. “I gotta get you home, lover.”
    When John looked up no smile graced her lips and she tensed when a bouncer looked down over her shoulder.
    “Everything all right here, miss?”
    Lindsey reeled back, rotating her head to an impossi ble angle. “Hi! Aren’t you cute? I’m fine. I’m just trying to help Johnny Boy out the door. He’s so drunk.” She wobbled and waved her stripper heels in John’s direction, smacking him on the shoulder. “Oops, sorry.”
    “Hey, watch it.” His voice came out slurred just as he’d hoped.
    The bouncer glowered. “C’mon, buddy. We’ll get you out.”
    John weakly shoved him off and grasped Lindsey’s elbow. “I don’t need no help. I can walk on my own.” He took a few wobbling steps toward the