Overcranked: The Complete Series by CJ Douglass

Author:CJ Douglass [Douglass, CJ]
Language: eng
Format: epub
Published: 2021-01-09T06:00:00+00:00

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“Shhhhh.”

The warm rub of a soothing hand on my shoulder accompanied the sound as I roused. The noises of discomfort that had emerged from me quieted, and I relaxed into the rhythm of those movements against my skin.

Outside the window, birds chirped and the sun beamed down even through closed blinds and a thick curtain across Frankie’s window. Despite her reassuring sounds, I woke fully⁠—like breaking the surface of water after plunging into its depths.

“Hey, hey, it’s OK.”

Indeed, I felt just fine⁠—if still a little stiff and sore⁠—but the suddenness of my awakening must have appeared more concerning than I imagined, as Frankie immediately lay down next to me and cradled me in her soft arms.

With that luscious copper hair tickling my nose, and the gentle odor of her perfume settling down around us, I felt as though I could have lain there for the rest of the day⁠—but I knew that was impossible.

“Hey,” I breathed warmly, “don’t touch me like that unless you mean it.”

Chuckling to herself, Frankie mumbled, “You want me to call Jazz in here to watch again?”

Fighting back the tingle her nearness caused in me, I refrained from explaining the uselessness of the suggestion. Now that I had shared an intimate experience with Jazzmine, she wouldn’t give me the feeling of being observed by a stranger⁠—the thrill I needed to survive a sexual encounter nowadays.

It didn’t matter anyway, as obviously Frankie was joking⁠—but in order to expel my mounting feelings of desire, I wormed my way out from the woman’s arms and struggled out of bed.

“What time is it?”

I looked around for my clothes before remembering that they had burned to ashes along with everything else in that God’s Army headquarters in mid-town. At some point before I was put in bed, or during the night, what remained of my tattered top had been removed, and I was as naked as the day I was born.

Admiring my posterior with casual relish, Frankie leaned her head on one propped-up arm where she sprawled on the bed.

“A little before noon, I think. You hungry?”

Shaking my head, I allowed the events of last night to flood through my brain. The activity that ended in the building’s destruction had drowned out the previous details, but suddenly I remembered all of it.

Captain Drew Glazer’s side missions. His obsession with me, with what had been done to me. And his intent to recover Dr. Riker’s work for his own.

“The Statham Center.”

Giving up on locating clothes for the moment, I turned and placed my hands on my hips to glare down at Frankie, all business. Comprehending my seriousness, she sat up and pursed her lips.

“Uh, I might have heard of it. Here, let me get my phone and I’ll look it up. Why?”

Deep in thought, I neglected to answer, and the red-haired beauty dashed out to retrieve her smartphone. God’s Army knew where Riker was⁠—him and his special machine.

There was nothing to indicate they would be going after it

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