Romance: North: (Hot New Adult Bad Boy Romance, Alpha Male Rock Star Rebel Romance) (Contemporary Mystery and Romantic Suspense Short Stories) by Jade Allen Page A

shower, but neither of us had had the energy for anything else—but I had the used-up feeling that was the inevitable other side of the coke coin, along with the lingering effects of the raid.
    “Morning,” Mary’s voice was a slightly melodic croak next to me. I grinned and turned onto my side to look at her; the area around her eyes was still reddened and irritated, but otherwise she looked mostly recovered from our night’s adventures.
    “The hell you say, it’s got to be at least noon.”
    Mary rolled her eyes and reached out without looking, her hand groping on her nightstand until she found her phone.
    “Eleven-thirty,” Mary said, showing me the screen.
    “Whatever.” I wrapped my arms around her and buried my face against her tits, torn between wishing I could go back to sleep and wishing I could reasonably expect Mary to be DTF. “How’re you feeling?” I asked, not even bothering to lift my face.
    “I tried coke for the second time in my life and got tear gassed,” she said. I pulled back to stare at her.
    “That wasn’t your first time?”
    Mary laughed. “No, you big tool. I went to college; I’ve tried lots of things.” I held myself up on my elbows and looked down into her face.
    “Every fucking time I think I have you figured out you come out with something like that and I have no idea what to think,” I told her. I laughed, shaking my head in amazement; I could remember only too readily how she’d stared Big J down only hours before, how Mary had been absolutely calm, even with the coke in her veins, even when Big J could have shot her at any moment—or one of his dealers in the room with us could have easily spared him the trouble.
    “Maybe that’s a sign that you shouldn’t think you have me figured out,” Mary suggested, raising an eyebrow with a little grin.
    “Never again, believe me.” I brought my lips up to hers and kissed her hungrily. I rocked my hips against Mary’s, the misery of my hangover starting to die back in the face of her lush tits, the heat of her body, the softness of her skin. I pressed my body against her, wanting to touch her everywhere, hungry for everything about her. A thought tickled my brain and I tried to push it aside, but it kept needling me; I wanted nothing more than to work Mary up into a fucking heat, and this nagging little thought in the back of my brain popped up over and over again, even as I reached down between her legs to rub her, to test the waters there.
    “Hey,” I said, breaking away from her lips. “I just thought of something.”
    Mary chuckled—low and throaty, and it was nearly the end of me right then and there. “Seriously, you’re thinking right now?”
    I laughed, shaking my head. “I just did coke for the first time in weeks last night,” I said defensively. “It jogged some things loose.”
    Mary sighed, pushing her hips down. “Make it quick then,” she told me.
    I laughed once more. “It occurs to me,” I said, spreading her legs a little wider, stroking up and down along the already slick folds of her pussy, “that if Big J is as big as they were saying…”
    “Mmm?” Mary blinked, and I grinned to myself at the look on her face: she was struggling to focus even as I found her clit with my fingertips and began to rub in tight little circles.
    “I think maybe he paid someone at Recovery Now off,” I told her.
    Mary’s eyes widened and she shook her head once, sharply. “Why?”
    “Why would Farber flat-foot fire one of his best counselors over a one-time offense? It doesn’t make any sense.”
    “I appreciate the fact that you thought of that,” she said, pulling my face down to hers. “But right about now, the thing I’m most interested in is fucking your brains out.”
    I choked back a chuckle as I claimed her lips with mine, rubbing my already throbbing cock against her thigh. Ever since I’d gotten sober, I’d felt so fucking constantly horny. It was impossible to deal with; even the