Chapter Three Hundred Eleven
TIMMONS
I force myself to look away, choosing to face the large stone fireplace when the Doc reaches all the way into the top of Kendall’s Moonlight Lounge crop top to press the stethoscope between her breasts. Even though I know he’s only doing what I asked him to, I can’t seem to dull the sudden spike of anger that surges up my spine in seeing his bare hands so close to her nipples. I want to tie the goddamned thing around his throat so that he can hear himself choke to death, but instead I say, “Tell me again, good doctor, why did you forgo the gloves?” I chuckle, wondering for a half a minute, if the Doc is sporting a hard or Because if he is…
Fuck that shit. Shake it off. Now you’re just being stupid.
But I can’t help myself, I tilt my head his way and my eyes flick toward his crotch. Fucking scrub pants! He’s wearing scrubs?! At home?
Damn it!
I can make out a bit of a teepee, but that could just be air trapped behind those swindler pants. If it is his dick, it’s not a very big one…and why, for some reason, does that possibility furiate me more?
Because the smaller it is, the easier it is for him to hide his deviance.
The fucking pervert.
You’ve lost it T…abort. Look away.
“I suppose it just didn’t occur to me that I needed to,” I hear him say almost tauntingly, as I rip my gaze back toward the fireplace.
But Kendall’s skin always looks so baby soft, there’s no way that he’s not enjoying her texture a little bit with all five fingers tucked into
her blouse.
“Oh no?” I chirp, taking a few angry steps along the wall as I crack my knuckles and then my neck. “Just for shits and giggles, let’s go ahead and pretend I didn’t hear you say that and you can just point me in the direction of your gloves,” I say while peeking down the hallway toward his office. “I will go and snag a pair, just for you.”
The nerve of this prick.
Really? It didn’t occur to you? You old fuck…
As I stalk back in their direction, I notice that he still hasn’t replied and my steps freeze, my shoulder blades tensing as my blood begins to pump a river of fire through my chest. Am I the only asshole that hasn’t touched her? Even the Doc knows her more intimately than I do!
Deciding I’ve had enough of this radio silence, I pivot back toward the couch to find the Doc with one hand on Kendall’s bare waist and the other dipped underneath her with the cord of the stethoscope protruding out from under her shirt. This sneaky motherfucker–could be doing anything to her back there and I wouldn’t know a thing. My hands fists at my sides and my eyes lock on the one hand that I can see. “Rhodes-” I begin calmly, my tone flat “-you’re gonna need to put some gloves on or else get your hand out of her goddamned shirt.” With a joyless grin, I go to snatch his wrist and show him precisely how serious I am, but my phone vibrates in my pocket, and I freeze as I suddenly remember why I’m on patrol tonight.
Fuck! That’s right, I’m supposed to be on lookout for the Elder Fools Tiny Balls Division. The hunters…their enforcers…shit! The Doc and I lock eyes for a moment as I whip out my phone, but he remains with his hands on Kendall’s body. Bastard. I answer the damn thing on the third ring as we stare each other down and my voice comes out in a rumbling growl when I snap, “Busy!”
Doc Rhodes snorts at me, throwing his hands up in mock surrender and scowl at him in return. My eyes narrow into slits as he begins to chuckle soundlessly like a maniac. Or a fucken idiot.
Is he fucken mental? What in fuck is so damn–funny?
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Chapter Three Hundred Eleven
*Busy? No, T, you can’t be. Because if you were, you’d be covering Main Street to Town Circle like we discussed. And believe it or A, ! just drove through there five times and you??? You were not there! Rainer’s voice cuts off the line, sounding fired and frustrated. So then, I stopped by the bar to find it dark. And closed!!! Care to explain why the one place in town that we need to have operating tonight, the very same place where people from all walks of life like to plop down and get drunk enough to tell their secrets, plan outrageous shit, and assimilate illegally – is closed? Did you forget that the same folks that like to hunt unicorns and poach wolf shifters, have a particular interest in that bar? One that is on its merry way across the sound right fucking now to meet her brother?”
Shooting a warning look at the Doc, I step deeper into the hall where an gain a little privacy and still remain close enough to the living room to keep an eye on Kendall. “What the fuck? When did that become part of the plan?‘ I grumble in irritation. No one said a fucking thing to me about any live bait!”
Rainier chuckles, “When was the last time you checked your messages, asshole? You were pinged about this over an hour ago. Charlie told me that you fired his new bartender. Word is that she’s pretty good.”
I snort. “Oh yeah? Did this word also give you her name?”
Rainier chortles, then goes dead silent. “Fuck…no. Who the fuck is it? Angie?”
I wish, brother. “Kendall.”
“Shit,” Rainier quips. “That’s actually…almost kind of funny. I take it Bartlett doesn’t know about her yet. Maybe you did a good thing after all. With Rose there, it would be best if Bartlett’s crazy ex…wasn’t.”
Bartlett’s crazy ex..? My brothers really think that Kendall is that obsessed with Bartlett? If they only knew…she’s my mate! I’m the one that pushed her into his arms in the first place! At least…I’m pretty sure I did.
Rainier goes on, “But shit…B is expecting the bar to be popping by the time they roll in. Gio is sending us a couple extra guys to plant in the bar and he has four of the others watching every corner into town. If anything, hire Kendall back on for the night and you run interference for Bart while Rose is there. I mean, you kind of owe it to him after the way you tried to fuck with Rose’s head. What was that about, anyway?”
That was about an eye for an eye, brother. He fucked my mate first. It only seemed fair that I get to fuck his too. But I’m over that part now, fucking with her head came in as a close second. “I don’t owe him shit, I snarl honestly. “If anyone owes anything, he owes me.*
A full minute passes in which neither of us says a word. I can sense him weighing my words, attempting to figure out if there was something he missed
Rainier laughs, “How the fuck do you figure that, brother? You’re the one who-”
“I’ll go and pick up Kendall,” I snap, interrupting him. “I’m sure she’ll be thrilled to have her job back. We’ll be there in about thirty
minutes.”
Rainier remains silent for a beat longer than I’d like, but all that he says is, “Bartlett promised Rose he would have the three of us–you, me and Koda – in the bar with her just in case something doesn’t go as planned. So yeah, stroke your stick on a different day Tiny Tim, and leave the Latte girl for later.”
“How about I let you stroke it instead, so that you can see for yourself how tiny it is, brother? Maybe if I let you do that, you’ll stop being so goddamned pussy whipped and get to keep your eyes open during all the R–rated movies. You remember, just like you used to before she took your balls?”
“Don’t take all your loneliness out on me, bachelor one. And she didn’t take my balls, asshole, she sucked on them. She always gives them right back.”
“Yeah, right. Sure thing Sheriff. Are we done wasting time, or what?”
Stop at your place and change out of your uniform first before heading over. And the bar needs its bartender, so make nice with Kray- Kray Barbie, please and try not to kill her until after closing. Who knows, maybe if you’re nice to the chick for once, you’ll succeed in
keeping her off B’s dick long enough to get your stick stroked after all
