His head snaps in my direction. “I am! I get it. I get that. But fucking talk to me, you know?”

Suddenly, I’m no longer the only tense person in the car.

Luke is wearing his emotions right now. I see it shadowing his face. His honesty too. He wants kids with my sister. He wants them more than maybe he’s willing to share. And he’s frustrated because she’s shutting him out and refusing to talk about it.

I can’t say I don’t understand her reaction. I know what losing Luke did to Tessa.

And she had to go through it twice.

“You want her to see you with the boys. See how relaxed you are about it,” I suggest.

He nods once. A muscle in his jaw twitches. “I just keep thinking that maybe having them around will get her talking,” he says, turning the wheel. “It’ll be like practice for us. Our family. I don’t know. Fuck it. Maybe it won’t and she’ll just stay locked in our bedroom over the next two days. If that happens, expect phone calls. I don’t know what the hell I’m doing with your kids.”

I laugh, deep rumbles sounding from my chest.

Luke gives in too and looks at me, grinning, his own tension slipping away.

“You’ll figure it out,” I tell him, fixating my gaze through the windshield again. “Just lock up your guns and keep Nolan away from anything that has the potential to start a fire. Even if you think, nah, there’s no way he’ll figure that out, trust me. He will.”

“Shit,” he says quietly. “He’s not gonna try and shove Chase in the oven or something, is he?”

I meet Luke’s anxious eyes, keeping my gaze cautious.

Nolan would never do that, but picturing my best friend sleeping on the floor in his kitchen and guarding the appliances is too tempting of an image not to build on.

“They sell all that baby-proofing shit at Target, right?” he asks, cutting his eyes away.

I keep my smile from my reaching my voice. “That’s where I bought it.”

He rubs at his jaw. I swear I hear him mumble something about cutting the power to his house and making everyone camp outside.

He’ll be a great dad.

My thoughts fade to Mia again as the rainy drive continues.

Her full lips. The sun-kissed tone of her skin. The way her breasts jerk and sway when she’s bent over and I’m filling her from behind.

I pinch my eyes shut.

Jesus fuck. I need to get laid.

The terrain beneath the car suddenly becomes rougher. I jostle a little in my seat, breaking out of my Mia haze and taking notice of my surroundings.

Luke has turned us onto a narrow access road on the outside of town. It’s remote, unnoticed by those who aren’t looking for it. We’ve been called back here before for abandoned vehicles being dumped.

Thick trees line the path. The loose gravel pops beneath the tires.

I straighten my back. “What the fuck? Are we having a picnic? What are we doing here?”

This asshole has been bugging me all day about going out to grab something to eat, and he brings us here? We’re at least ten miles away from any place serving food.

“Man, what the hell?”

Luke ignores me and pulls over when the road widens. He shifts the car into park and turns to look at me. “You are so fucking hard-headed, you know that? You’ve been a complete pain in my ass with this and I’m only trying to help.”

I stare at him. “What the fuck are you talking about?”

He exits the car without answering me, running through the rain across the small clearing and toward a red Jeep parked between two trees.

Mia’s red Jeep.

Energy sizzles up my spine.

Is Mia here with the boys? What the hell is this?

I shove my door open and get out of the car.

The rain soaks my hair and drips onto my face. I wipe it from my eyes, watching Mia toss something at Luke as they pass each other.

Her keys, maybe?

She smiles, securing her coat together with her hand against her chest and sprinting in my direction, her long legs shifting fast beneath her.

“Where are the boys?” I yell, squinting through the rain.

“With Tessa!” She shields her face with a hand to her brow. “Ben, get in the car!”

The Jeep peels off, kicking water up behind it.

I look at Mia, then at the car. The back seat.

Fuck yeah.

I climb into the back seconds before she pulls the other door open and slides her body along the soft leather beside me.

The doors latch shut.

“Oh, my God. This rain is crazy,” she giggles, wiping at her face and gathering her drenched hair over one shoulder.

She looks up at me, smiling. Water beads on her lashes.

“Hey.”

“Hey.” My breath rushes out of my lungs as I gaze at her.

She looks beautiful, wet and a little breathless from her run. Her dark eyes glowing with anticipation and her pink tongue moistening her lips. I move my knuckles over her flushed cheek and pluck the collar of her rain coat. It opens at her neck, revealing bare skin. A soft laugh erupts from her throat.

“Baby,” I rasp. My cock jumps against my zipper.

“Surprise.”

She slides the heavy coat off her shoulders and down her arms. It falls to the seat beneath us. Black lace and satin cling to her curves, the heavy swell of her breasts press against the fabric.

The outfit from yesterday. This is her surprise. Sex. Uninterrupted fucking in the back of my squad car, with her looking like the embodiment of every fantasy I could ever conjure up.

Christ, I’m the luckiest man alive.

I grip her waist as she straddles me.

“Goddamn, Mia.”

“Did you guess?” She kisses my jaw and moves her lips to my cheek. “I hear you were being very difficult this afternoon. Poor Luke.”

I watch her hands dip between us and tug at my belt.

“Actually,” I begin, rubbing her sides. “I thought you were going to tell me you were pregnant.”

She stills. Her head lifts and these big brown eyes grip me.

“Oh.”

“That’s the only thing I could think of. I ruled out anything dealing with sex because of the boys.” I smile and tug her closer. Her startled breath bathes my face. “Didn’t realize my wife was so fucking filthy. This is kind of illegal, you know? You been planning this for awhile?”

Illegal. Like I give a flying fuck about laws right now.

If Mia told me the only way to get to her pussy was if I robbed a bank, I wouldn’t even bother going to the next town over. I’d clean out Ruxton and deliver that bag of money in one hand and my dick in the other.

She shakes her head, shyly avoiding my eyes. “Since yesterday.” Her hand flattens against my chest and she pushes back, pressing me against the seat, putting space between us again so she can work at my slacks. “This is my fantasy.”

“Is it?”

She nods, keeping her attention lowered.

“Just like this. When I finger myself this is usually what I’m thinking about.”

My chest heaves.

Jesus Christ.

The scratch of my zipper sounds, then her warm hand is wrapping around my shaft and pulling me free. She pumps my erection, squeezing in slow, leisurely jerks.

I grit my teeth. My thighs tense beneath her.

“God, Mia. How do you want this? What happens in this fantasy, Angel? Tell me.”