Free Game On (Entwined Hearts) by Sheryl Nantus Page B

unleashed.
    Whether it was here in his car or in his bedroom, Angela Kenzie was ready to be with him.

    Angela hadn’t felt this way in months. Maybe years.
    Even during her best times with Eric, she’d never felt this connection, this merging of needs and desires threatening to rip all coherent thought from her mind.
    She tugged the dress shirt off his shoulders with an annoyed grunt, eager to get her hands on the rest of Hunter’s body. It’d been too long since she felt so hot, so alive, so—
    “Hey.” The gruff voice shot ice through her veins.
    It wasn’t Hunter’s voice.
    She froze in place, confused.
    “Fuck!” Hunter scrabbled for the window control button to the right of her head.
    The clear glass on the passenger’s side lowered to reveal a solemn-faced Jake clutching a flashlight in one hand. “You folks okay?” he deadpanned, staring directly at Angela.
    Angela glared at him as the cool outside air hit her exposed skin. She didn’t move to adjust her blouse, all her focus on the policeman standing beside the car.
    “Are you serious?” Hunter sat up. He flung the driver’s door open, ignoring his disheveled appearance. He half fell, half jumped out of the car and walked around the front, advancing on Jake. “Are you fucking kidding me?”
    Jake stood there, one hand resting on his gun belt while waving the flashlight around. “Just doing a safety check. Saw the two of you out here all alone in the back of the parking lot and decided to make sure you were okay.” He lowered his voice. “Not setting a good example for your students, Hunter.”
    Hunter bunched his hands into fists. “You want an example?”
    Angela scrambled out of the car to stand beside Hunter. “I can’t believe you did this.”
    “Did what?” Jake turned to look at her. “I’m doing my job, keeping the public peace.”
    “Jake,” Hunter growled.
    Angela felt Jake’s gaze on her, on her exposed skin. She resisted the urge to pull her blouse up, letting him see what she’d been doing with Hunter.
    “I figured you’d try something, but this”—Hunter sputtered as he advanced on Jake—“this is beyond anything I could imagine.” He brought up his fist. “I ought to—”
    Jake took a step forward. “You want to assault a police officer?” He tapped his chin. “Right here. I’ll give you the first shot.”
    “You’d like that, wouldn’t you? Give you a chance to look like a hero in front of everyone,” Hunter snapped. “Put me in jail and take me out of circulation.”
    Angela stepped between the two men, spreading her hands. “Stop it. Right now.”
    Both men glared at each other, ignoring her.
    “You want to go?” Jake snarled. “You want to go?” He tossed the flashlight on the asphalt. It rolled around in a circle, sending a strobing light over the scene. “Bring it.”
    Hunter spat on the ground. “If I start, I won’t stop. Warning you.”
    “Seriously?” She grabbed at Jake’s uniform shirt with one hand while pressing her palm against Hunter’s bare chest. “I said, stop it.”
    Jake didn’t break his laser stare with Hunter. “I’m doing my job. Nothing else.”
    “Bullshit.” Angela curled her fingers in the dark fabric, bringing his attention around to her. “You’re being an asshole.”
    After a second or two, his sneer turned into a sheepish grin.
    “And as for you”—Angela turned to Hunter—“you should know better. You knew this was going to happen.”
    “Me?” Hunter pointed at himself, his eyebrows rising in disbelief. “How is this my fault?”
    “Because the two of you decided to treat me like some sort of damned trophy to fight over, and I was stupid enough to go along with it. That’s how we got here, ready to brawl in the middle of Annie’s parking lot.” Angela shook her head. “But I’m not a teenager and I’m not a college student. I’m a grown woman—a woman who knows what she likes and what she wants.”
    She yanked Jake close and gave him