Free Enemy Mine (The Base Branch Series Book 1) by Megan Mitcham Page B

with his grip. He crossed his arms over his chest, but his hands balled into fists anyway. How had she gotten here? She couldn’t have followed him. He’d backtracked and circled so many times leaving the scene it had been a damn miracle he’d found his way back to the airport at all. Plus, he’d knocked her solid. There would have been no way she could have followed. Hell, the fact that she wasn’t still in a bed resting spoke to the kind of person she was—tenacious as sin—and he didn’t like it one bit.
    After a brief embrace, Kobi stumbled left before slumping to the ground in a useless pile. The vixen kicked off her heels, adjusted the top of the dress to cover the crests of her breasts, then squatted down to Kobi. She hooked her arms under the bracket of his armpits and wrestled his weight onto the bed. Once on the comforter, she stripped his suit, tie, shirt, and shoes off and unbuckled his belt. Nose crinkled, she averted her eyes, pulled back his trousers and fished out the guy’s dick.
    “What the hell,” Baine whispered to no one.
    The appendage sagged pathetically over the edge of his underclothes, garnering a quirk of her eyebrow. “Heh.” She tossed pillows from the bed and rumpled the sheets, then splashed some vodka on the bed before overturning the bottle on the nightstand. Finally, she slanted the lampshade and stepped back, wiping her brow with the back of her hand. She turned away, but paused, then wiggled a black thong down her legs and left it puddled on the floor.
    Baine ignored his dick as it stirred at the sight. And refused to let his mind wander up her muscled thighs to her sweet apex.
    Can’t go there, McCord.
    When she prowled the room looking under every cushion, opening every drawer, and quietly tapping the walls and floors, Baine knew exactly what she was looking for. His blood boiled. No way in hell was she getting her hands on his father’s black book. It was his by blood right or by blood, whichever came first.
    She wouldn’t find anything because he’d already been through that room on three separate occasions looking for leads to the book. And she wouldn’t get an opportunity to look anyplace else. He should’ve killed her the other day and saved himself a world of trouble.

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    T he shakes woke Kobi . Sadly, there was no earthquake or hot humping female to blame them on. Need burned from the inside out. Just one hit to tide him over. Take the edge off. A swipe of his hand over his forehead confirmed he was melting, as sweat ran down his arm and dotted the sheets. His skin lied with its chill.
    Oh, it hadn’t been this bad in a while. Not since the day Baine popped up, out of nowhere, and showed interest in his father’s business then refused to leave.
    The big broody fucker.
    The fuzziness of Kobi’s mind and ache of his body stopped that train of thought with another tremor. He needed another line. A short one to ease the burn. He crawled to the edge of the bed and pulled the silver tray to his face. The inhale burned his nose, but in the best fucking way. Almost instantly, the shivers stopped and the fire in his head smoldered. He flopped onto his back and blinked several times before his eyes adjusted to the blinding sunlight streaming in the window and the ceiling came into focus. His tongue stroked along the points of his teeth. The film it found there forced him to move.
    He needed a drink and a shower. Maybe another little hit. He’d been good for a while now, holding things together for the boss. He eyed the powder, and his heartbeat sped in response. Now wasn’t the time to screw up. No way was he going back to slum life. Devereaux plucked him from the streets and gave him everything he’d ever desired. He owed it to the man to protect him, even from his own son.
    Kobi levered up on an elbow to find his Jimmy hanging out and his room, or at least the bed area, destroyed. He palmed his still sleeping dick and searched his brain for any memories of the