Any Day Now (SWAT Generation 2.0 8)

“Nice,” she said. “I got a tattoo when I was fifteen. Haven’t gotten once since.”

My brows rose. “You didn’t like it?”

She shrugged. “I liked it. Just… haven’t found another one that I want to get.”

My gaze traveled from her face down to her throat where I could see her pulse racing away.

I bent down and allowed my lips to skim across that racing pulse, growling softly at the sweet taste of her skin.

Her fingers clenched on my biceps, her tiny little nails digging in quick before releasing.

“You smell like a Christmas tree,” she murmured.

I grinned and pulled back. “Pine?”

She nodded.

“It’s my body wash. My mom bought it for me.” I paused. “I think it smells like shit, but I don’t like to waste stuff.”

Her hands smoothed up the length of my arms, coming to a stop on the tops of my shoulders as she said, “I like it. Don’t throw it away.”

My eyes flicked up to meet hers again, and I wanted to kiss her so fuckin’ bad that it hurt.

“I think…” Avery said, snapping us both out of whatever it was that was going on between us. “I’ve got plenty. Thank you guys so freakin’ much.”

I groaned and pulled away, thankful that the way I was sitting meant that my cock couldn’t be seen. Because it’d get really fuckin’ awkward if they could see how hard it was at that moment.

I pulled away even more, crawling backward off of the bed.

Amelia turned over onto her hands and knees and crawled off the opposite side, and I got my first peek of her tattoo—swirling colors of brilliant shades of red and orange—before she tugged her shirt back into place.

I nearly groaned at the loss of the skin.

Standing, I reached for my shirt that was on the floor and shrugged it back on.

Seconds later I was pulling on my socks.

All the while I was very, very much aware of the girl shifting from foot to foot just a few short feet from me.

But, fuckin’ of course, my goddamn phone went off.

“Fuck,” I growled under my breath.

Moving my hand to my pocket, I removed my phone and swiped the screen, rolling my eyes heavenward when I got a good look at the call.

“What is it?” Avery asked curiously.

“Couple of dudes fighting over a drug stash.” I shook my head and replaced my phone before hurriedly finishing getting dressed. “Thanks for the donuts, Avery.”

Avery waved away my thanks.

“Thank you for doing this,” she said as she wiggled her camera at me. “It means so much. I know it wasn’t easy.”

Actually, it was by far the easiest thing I’d ever done.

My eyes catching onto Amelia, I gave her a wink, then without another word, left.

Because, sadly, the world of crime didn’t give a fuck that I was attracted as fuck to the woman and hadn’t gotten her number.

But I wouldn’t let that bother me.

I had the day off on Monday, and plenty of time to bother Avery for a certain someone’s phone number and last name.

With one last lingering look at the woman that had just rocked my world, I took off.

Not once looking back.Chapter 5

Kinda sexy how you put those cuffs on me. Will I need a safe word?

-Amelia to her arresting officer

Amelia

“Just come over here and let me give you a hug,” the prick with the fat wallet, oversized ego, and sleazy attitude cooed at me from across the bar.

I ignored him and filled another customer’s order, followed shortly by a waitress with a table of about fifteen there for a bachelor party.

Only when I had nothing else to do did I see if Rogan Germain needed anything else from me.

“Do you need a top-off?” I asked, gesturing to his drink.

When Rogan came into the strip club, he always ordered the most expensive thing on the menu, then proceeded to throw his money around as if that would impress me.

It didn’t.

In fact, all it did was gross me out.

Because some of the women that worked at the club were desperate and Rogan damn well knew it.

Sometimes all he asked for was a hug, and then he’d tip a hundred bucks.

Others, he’d ask for a smile.

Or a kiss on the cheek.

I wasn’t sure if the others were falling for it or not, but I sure the fuck wasn’t.

My daddy taught me better than that.

“How about you come take a seat on my lap?” he suggested. “Take a bit of a break.”

I clenched my teeth and went back to wiping down the bar, followed shortly by rearranging glasses, restocking beer, and then anything else I could do to ignore the man that kept his eyes on me like he owned me.

I fought the full-body shiver that went through me and was just about to walk up to a newcomer at the end of the bar when chaos erupted at the bachelor party across the room.