“Guess we’re borrowing Jena, then,” Grunt said.
“Yeah, years in the marines have come down to this—aiding and abetting an asshole.”
“So we have a plan?”
“We have a plan. We’re going to kidnap a cop’s girlfriend for a guy who’s in thick with the New Jersey mob. It’s a great plan. Not dumb at all.”
“Borrow a cop’s girlfriend,” Grunt amended.
Joe rolled his eyes before fetching more beer. “Hope your woman is the understanding sort. Last time I checked, women frowned upon their men kidnapping other women. Especially the women that belong to their brothers.”
“She’ll never find out.”
Grunt finished his beer to the sound of Joe’s laughter.
Matt woke to find himself pinned by a snoring Jena. She was sprawled over him, her head tucked under his chin, one hand in his hair, the other curved around his body. She had one knee cocked over him, the other leg snuggled at his side. Matt ran his hand down the curve of her back to her glorious backside. She let out a loud snort and Matt shook with laughter as he fought not to make any noise.
“Lie still,” she grumbled, her voice hoarse with sleep. “Go back to sleep. Let me go back to sleep too.”
“I would, princess, but I can’t sleep through your snoring.”
Her head came up and sleepy blue eyes tried to glare at him. “I don’t snore.”
He couldn’t stop the laugh that escaped. “You sound like a pig snuffling out truffles.”
She moved her hand and pinched his side. He jerked, almost toppling her. “I’m not a pig, Matthew Donaldson, and I don’t snore.”
He opened his mouth to speak, but she narrowed her eyes at him. Man, she was cute.
“If you ever want to get lucky again, you’ll think about what you’re going to say before you open your mouth.”
He grinned widely. “My mistake. You definitely don’t snore.”
“Darn tootin’.” She let her head fall back against his chest as she snuggled against him.
“You know,” Matt said, “threatening to cut me off isn’t going to work. You were the one who jumped me. I’m irresistible.”
She grunted. “Not so much. Let’s see how long that cocky attitude lasts when you have to wait until I’m in the mood.”
He looked down at her. The smile on her face made his chest swell. “How often are you in the mood?”
Her eyes twinkled as she looked up at him. “I could be in the mood very soon if you made me breakfast in bed.”
“This is your house. I’m the guest. Shouldn’t you be feeding me?”
She stuck her cute little nose in the air, sniffed, then dismissed him with a haughty look. “Guess I’ll have to get in the mood another time, then.”
“Minx.” Matt’s stomach betrayed him. He’d woken it up with all the talk of food. It let out a loud, betraying rumble that made Jena giggle.
“Give me a kiss and I’ll fetch food.” He faked a longsuffering sigh.
“Sheesh, is nothing free?” She lifted her head, shut her eyes and puckered her lips.
Matt chuckled at the lack of effort before flipping her onto her back and claiming her mouth. His desire was amped by the way she melted into him. He captured a delicious little moan of need before his belly protested again.
Jena broke the kiss. “Feed me. Feed your stomach.” She pushed him away.
“Fine, but you’re showering with me after we eat. I’m fed up braving that ice water of yours all on my own.” He waggled his eyebrows at her. “I can think of a few ways we can heat it up.”