Chapter 4
NYX
“Hey Nyx, Demitri and I want to go grab some lunch and talk about our plans. As our babysitter for the next few days, do you want to join us? Our treat?” A chuckle leaves his lips as he mentions that I am his babysitter.
Who the fuck does this Norse God think he is asking me to lunch with that damn half smirk you only hear about in books?
They are daydreams on legs. I mean I could go…
wait a damn minute, Nixie, you aren’t going anywhere with them.
My gaze rakes up his chest before my eyes meet the icy blues of Hutch.
God, this man has got to be an angel sent to earth to make me sin.
He smells of cedar, and something purely him.
“Little Witch,” he speaks in a tone so soft and low that I’m sure Demitri can’t hear him.
“Please come have lunch with us. Whatever you have to do cannot be that important” I could stand here breathing him in forever.
I need space from him before I do something that will make working with the damn Devil Dog’s complicated.
Taking a step back and shaking out the chills running down my spine.
Nick didn’t even give me these damn feelings.
Fuck the butterflies, I’m pretty sure the whole damn zoo has taken up residence in my stomach.
“I said no thank you, Hutch.” There is more vitriol in my voice than intended, but hopefully he gets the hint.
I go to leave AGAIN, when a new scent envelopes me.
Something spicy with a hint of smoke. Like someone threw cinnamon sticks in a campfire.
Okay, these men can stop anytime now; a girl can only be so strong.
“Hey, Little Fox.” His finger lifts my chin so my hazel eyes meet his of the richest chocolate brown.
“Please come to lunch; it’s an hour of your day.
” His tone is low and sweet. “Please don’t make me carry you to one of our cars.
I don’t think your captain would like that very much.
” His sweetness melding into a deep almost growl.
This is it, I am going to be a puddle by the end of this home stand.
I gather myself, making sure that my knees will not give out from under me. Stealing my spine and channeling my inner brat. “Lick my labia.” I whip around and leave the room as quickly as possible without drawing attention to myself.
I hear the conference room door slam open, and the distinct sound of boots chasing me down.
“Fuck,” I hear growled moments before my world is turned upside down and I am looking at an ass that was definitely sculpted by Michelangelo.
“Little Fox, you made me show my hand in front of your entire department.” He talks so quietly that I am shocked I can hear him.
There is a satisfied chuckle that comes from behind Demitri.
“So, Little Witch, are you regretting your life decisions yet?” I crane my neck to look at Hutch’s baby blues.
“Demitri warned you what would happen. He always does exactly what he tells you he’s going to do.
” That smirk appears with just a hint of evil lurking behind his eyes. What have I gotten myself into?
“Put me the fuck down, you overgrown brute.” I scream as we leave. I hear Hutch tell everyone in the building that everything is okay as he trails behind us. “WHAT IN THE ACTUAL FUCK IS HAPPENING RIGHT NOW? YOU KNOW THAT THIS IS CONSIDERED KIDNAPPING AND I AM A POLICE OFFICER.”
“What are you going to do Little Fox, tell Cap?” He punctuates his question with a swat to my ass.
“Good luck with that one; we have been working with him for years, and I’m pretty sure the entire station watched it happen.
No one chased us down or tried to stop us.
” Knowing the officers, we probably just walked past, they are hoping I get out of this slump.
They all know I could use a good dicking, or fuck even a date.
The click of a door opening can be heard before I am aggressively placed in the front seat.
Righting myself and making sure the girls didn’t escape their confines after my upside down adventures, I glance around the vehicle.
This is definitely not a car. The interior of the vehicle is dark, with black nylon-like material covering the seats and a black dashboard with hints of chrome.
Turning my head to check out the back, my jaw drops.
It has to be at least a Super Crew F-150.
The backseat is huge. I wonder what kind of activity could happen back there?
Down girl, these two essentially just kidnapped you, and we are not attracted to this.
Are we?
No, I can’t afford to be.
While checking out the back seat, Hutch slides in and glances at me. “Blue, I cannot believe you would let this devil kidnap me like this.” I saturate my tone in adorable innocence.
“Blue?”
“Yup, Blue. I could drown in your icy depths all day long.” Fuck, did I just say that out loud?
He shakes his head, chuckles, and smooths my hair down. I am sure my loose waves are a wild mess. I refuse to allow him to laugh at me, so I quickly right myself in my seat and cross my arms over my chest.
“So what sounds good for lunch?” Demitri asks as he climbs in the truck. He sounds completely satisfied with himself; I refuse to answer. I sit staring out the window, arms crossed, trying to ignore the angel and demon occupying my space.
“What about taking her to Grants?”
“Good thinking.” The truck starts up with the most satisfying rumble. This truck definitely does not have stock exhaust, and it surely has a direct line straight to my core. The vibrations can be felt through my seat. I don’t want to give myself away, so I fight the squirming the best I can.
After about fifteen minutes, we pull up outside of a small hole in the wall pub.
Climbing out of the truck, I can finally get a good view of the beauty that is this truck.
My assumption proven right; this is a black F-150 Super Crew; she has a decent lift on her.
Thank goodness for step rails, or else I would probably struggle to get in.
Was this boy raised in the country? Hutch rests his hand on my lower back, leading me into the building.
“Welcome to Grant’s,” they speak in unison, like I should know what the hell this place is. The outside of the building is lackluster. Just a basic brick building, windows line the walls, with a stereotypical pub sign hanging above the door.