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

door, dragging Lindsey along with him. She giggled again, but tension tightened her shoulders.
    “I’ll just help you to your car.”
    “That’s okay. We’re staying close by.” She leaned in close to the bouncer and gave him a bawdy wink. “I’m gonna show him how a real woman likes it.” She hiccoughed and swayed, but kept her feet. “C’mon, Johnny Boy, you promised to show me a good time.”
    “Yeah, you know I will.”
    The bouncer hesitated and John’s gut tightened, but he smiled his best leer and grabbed Lindsey’s ass, squeezing. She squealed and staggered closer to the entrance. The display of drunken love must have convinced the bigger man because he pushed through the crowd to the door and let them out into the heated night.
    John followed her, wishing he had greater stability in his movements, but dragging his feet played a more authentic role. Lindsey held on to his arm , swaying as she waited for the bouncer to close the door to the club. When he disappeared inside, she put her shoes back on and led John over to the valet, her strides sure but slow. John scowled. Dammit, I wish I could keep up with her.
    Despite their methodical progress, Lindsey smiled and waved to one of the valets.
    “Good evening, Pedro. Can you get my car, please?”
    “Of course, Ms. Black. I see your date has had a little too much fun, eh?”
    “Aw, you know how they get when in the Man Cave Club. They just need a little TLC.”
    “Right. I’ll bring your car around, Ms. Black.” The handsome young man trotted away and John swallowed a snarl. The little punk had been too familiar with his woman.
    Whoa. Since when is Lindsey my woman? Nobody had qualified for the title since he’d joined the SEALs three years earlier. No one had been intriguing enough to grab his attention long. Quick fucks and short dalliances. They’d been the extent of his romantic efforts. But Lindsey’s different. And he wanted more of her.
    “You okay, John?” Lindsey laid a gentle kiss on his lips.
    “Yeah, ready to be done standing, though.”
    “Soon. Just need the car. Then you can rest.”
    Pedro zipped up in a little silver Audi and handed Lindsey the keyless fob as he came around the car.
    “There you go, Ms. Black. I made sure it was safe and secure for your date.” The young man winked with a sly grin.
    “Thanks, Pedro.” She handed him a fifty dollar bill and helped John to the passenger side of the car.
    “Do you need help to get him in, Ms. Black? He’s a big guy.”
    “No, we’ll be fine. But thanks.” Lindsey maneuvered him to the passenger side. “How are you doing? Can you get in on your own?” Her breath brushed his cheek and his cock hardened again. At least that part of me still works.
    “Yeah.” He reached for the car as she pulled the door open.
    “Good. Let me recline the seat. When I drive out of here I don’t want you too visible.” She pushed the leather bucket seat flat. He admired the sleek lines of her dress against her ass and closed his eyes, remembering the softness of it on his lap.
    “John, are you okay?”
    He snapped his eyes open and nodded, swaying a little.
    “Get in and we’ll get out of here.”
    John sat in the seat with exaggerated movements. Nothing sat where he expected and he banged his knees and forehead twice before he settled into the seat and lay back. God it felt good to relax after trying to walk all that way fighting the ketamine. But they’d made it to the car. All they had to do was get out of the parking lot.
    Lindsey settled into the driver’s seat and started the engine, the rumble adding to the tremors rippling through his body. Fuck, I hate coming down off drugs. The car moved and his sense of orientation shifted, the glow of the Strip’s lights washing across the windshield in a kaleidoscope of color.
    “Wow. It looks like it’s moving. Day and night, always moving.”
    “Sorry? What’s moving?”
    “The lights . In Sin City. Did we sin yet?”
    Linds ey