by J. C. Cliff
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Title Page
Quinn
Meet Quinn
Chapter 1
Chapter 2
Chapter 3
Chapter 4
Chapter 5
Chapter 6
Chapter 7
Chapter 8
Chapter 9
Chapter 10
Chapter 11
Chapter 12
Chapter 13
Chapter 14
Chapter 15
Chapter 16
Chapter 17
Author Notes
Acknowledgements
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Quinn - Undaunted Men Series - Book 1
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Meet Quinn…one of the Undaunted Men
a new series by J.C. Cliff
(Undaunted Men Series Book 1)
They’ve done all kinds of work, from private investigations to highly classified governmental operations. Former military, their tight-knit brotherhood is now Atrox Security. These men fear nothing, they are unwavering, unafraid, and unrelenting. They are the Undaunted Men.
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He doesn’t want to take the job, but he has no choice. He owes a debt to the Moretti mob, and last he checked, they don’t take no for an answer.
He takes a moment to soak in the information. A pregnant mafia princess, wanted for murder, and he's supposed to track her down.
The professed father is a childhood friend, yet he’s considered a potential enemy of the family. This could get very interesting.
What starts out as a simple task, one that could easily take him one day to execute, has turned into so much more than he bargained for.
They’re each fighting their own personal demons, and it’s more than just a chase at hand. They both have secrets, hearts are on the line, and he resolves himself to go above and beyond the call of duty for reasons he can’t understand.
The last thing he ever intends on finding is an angel.
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My senses slowly come to life as a sweet, warm body presses up against mine. This is my favorite part of the day, most especially when I find myself wrapped around a tight body from the night before. Usually these types of mornings are reserved for Saturday and Sunday, but I happened to venture out last night to have a few beers with Stryker at the local steakhouse & brewery, and wound up coming home no worse for the wear, bringing home a sexy blonde on a Tuesday.
No matter how hard I try, I can never seem to remember their names. In all honesty, I don’t want to remember. I know this most likely puts me in the womanizer/dick category, but at least I lay down the law of the no repeats rule from the get-go. One night and one night only is all they get from me. I don’t do repeats. Hell, you’d think I would’ve run out of local women to choose from by the way I’m talking, but I’m really picky about who I bring home, and some nights I have been known to come home alone, never willing to settle.
The busty beauty I brought home last night squirms against me, and I stifle a moan. My growing cock is settled right between her ass cheeks. I’m barely awake; I know this, because I never let my dick control me, but this morning, it’s calling the shots.
She shifts closer toward the warmth of my body in her sleep, and my hips thrust forward slightly in response. I wrap my hand around her stomach as my cock commands me to pull her sexy ass against it. My stiff dick pulsates with anticipation.
My hand has a mind of its own as I slowly make a lazy trail to her inner thigh, and then gently hoist her leg up and over my own, opening her up to me. My hips gently thrust forward again as I slide my erection over her wetness. She’s already soaked; her sex is primed and just waiting to be fucked. My nose nuzzles against the crook of her neck, and I breathe in her lightly perfumed hair. I’m in my element, and I admit I’m a bit of a rogue. A desperate moan escapes her lips when I caress and rub small, firm circles over her needy clit.
I nip at her ear, and then trail light, sensual, open-mouthed kisses down the length of her neck. My dick is on a mission, and it throbs with need as I slip a finger deep inside her heat.
Her breath hitches when I add a second finger, pushing hard and deep. She reaches behind her, searching until she finds my throbbing cock, and then wraps her hand around my hard length, giving me a firm squeeze. I respond by thrusting my hips forward. As she begins to stroke me, I can feel my heart pounding with anticipation in this sleepy, blissful haze of mine.
My dick is aching to be nestled between her silky folds, so I remove my fingers from her sex, then brush her hand away. Positioning the tip of my cock at her entr
ance from behind, I slip partially inside her several times, teasing her with my girth. She reaches behind me, digging her nails into my ass, wanting more. I back out of her heat and stroke over her clit with my crown, and she whimpers in frustration, but I want her to beg for it. She tries to buck her hips back against mine, but I pull away.
“Please, Quinn,” she pants heavily, begging, “please.”
The sound of her voice causes me to fully awaken, and right off I realize I don’t have a condom on. “Shit,” I hiss. I’m so pissed off at myself. I don’t ever fuck without a condom…ever. I don’t care if the woman has a clean record and is on twenty different birth control pills at the same time, I still wear a condom.
“What’s wrong?” she asks, her tone sounding slightly hurt and confused.
“I’m sorry, babe,” I assure her, my voice gruff because of me, not her. “I got myself sidetracked. I need to get a condom on first.”
I reluctantly roll away from the warmth of her sexy, naked body and fumble through my nightstand drawer. As soon as my hand grabs the foil packet, my cellphone rings. “Double shit,” I mumble under my breath. I quickly look at the screen and dread fills me. I glance at the digital clock on the nightstand, which reads six a.m., and I know this must be important if he’s calling me at this hour, let alone calling me at all.
I hesitate, warring with myself, and then I reluctantly drop the condom back into the drawer, letting out a sigh. I swipe the screen on the phone, brusquely greeting the caller. “Quinn,” is all I manage to say, as I try to get a grip from having a stiff cock and dispel the lustful haze I was in.
“It’s been awhile, Quinn.” He doesn’t even pause as he skips over formalities and gets right to the point. “I’ve got something I need you to do for me.”
I’m sitting on the side of the bed now, with every nerve on edge. “When?” I ask. By the tone of his voice, I have a feeling he wanted something handled yesterday.
“Now,” he states. “I need you now.”
I drop my head into my hand, close my eyes, and then pinch the bridge of my nose. Yep, just what I thought. The sort of business he’s in requires abrupt decisions, making his now an immediate emergency.
I keep myself from expelling the unprofessional sigh that is dying to surface. “All right, I need you to give me five. I’m in mixed company.”
“Fair enough. Ring me back on your secure line.”
“Will do.” I end the call and grab my jeans, slipping them on.
“What’s going on?” Blondie asks from behind me.
I zip up my jeans, twist my head around, and look at the long-legged beauty I brought home. Damn, she looks just as good in the morning light as she did last night. I won’t forget her moves anytime soon, either. We had a damn sexathon going on. Her long blonde hair is splayed out all over my pillow, and the covers have come to rest low around her naked torso, exposing those luscious tits of hers.
“Look,” I let out an apologetic sigh as I run my fingers through my hair, “I’ve got to make an important business call. We’re going to have to put our little morning rendezvous on hold.” Maybe once I’m done with my business call, I can have some morning action, but something in the back of my mind tells me otherwise. “Just stay in bed and keep it cozy for me, all right?”
Her long eyelashes flutter as she purrs, “All right, but don’t take too long.”
I’m dreading the return phone call I have to make. When I get to the bedroom door, I glance over my shoulder one last time, and shake my head at the lost opportunity. I give her a false smile, knowing our one-night stand is already over.
I head downstairs, barefoot and shirtless, to start the coffee. Morning coffee, my one vice, always comes before business.
Reaching the kitchen, I’m greeted by my best friend, who does a morning tap dance on the tiled floor with her paws. “Mornin’, Kimber.” A genuine smile forms on my lips, and the impending phone call is forgotten for a moment. “How’d you sleep last night?” I don’t think my girl was happy about being kicked out of the bedroom last night. She usually likes to sleep with me.
She nuzzles her snout against my leg and wags her tail to prove to me there are no hard feelings. I give her a pat on the head and open the French doors, which are off to the side of the kitchen, to let her out.
Kimber is a retired military dog. She’s a Belgian Malinois, and was trained to sniff out explosive devices, among a few other things. Military dogs usually retire at the age of eight or nine, but Kimber retired at the age of six. She lost her handler in an ambush in Afghanistan. This particular invasion was brutal and traumatizing for Kimber, so the military felt it best to retire her early. I know the head honcho of the Special Forces training facility, and since he knew of my love for these animals, he offered her to me. I didn’t hesitate; I scooped her up right there and then. I hadn’t had the time for a dog over the past few years, mainly because these dogs need a lot of attention, but now that I’m working from home more, the timing was perfect.
However, she’s become a bit quirky in her early retirement. Sometimes when I give her an order, she does the exact opposite. I chuckle at the thought. Just like a female to do the opposite of what she’s told, but she’s the only female that has my heart, so she can get away with it.
I get Kimber’s breakfast ready as the coffee brews, and the second it’s finished, I pour a steaming hot cup into my favorite mug. I don’t add anything to it; I like it black. I blow across the steamy liquid and take my first sip of the day. “Ahhh…” I groan aloud in the quiet kitchen. The taste is ambrosia. What is it about that first sip of coffee in the morning?
I head down the hall, away from the kitchen, and steal away to my computer room. I had special security alarms and codes installed to protect my clients’ sensitive information, as well as my projects.
I punch in the security code and open the door to my secured room. I feel at home in this room. I enjoy being a computer guru, and not only that, I love using and applying any new technology I can get my hands on.
Anytime something new comes out, I learn everything I can about it. Many times I get offers from companies to test their product for efficacy, then give them suggestions on how to make their product better. I own thirty acres of land north of Raleigh, North Carolina. Living away from the congested city allows me to test in private. So not only do I get my hands on leading edge technology, but some of it is top secret.
Being former military, I know weaponry and technology like the back of my hand. I live and breathe them, and it didn’t take long for my reputation and name to spread around, giving me contacts from all over the world. I can only take on one or two clients at a time because testing products isn't my full-time job. You could call it a hobby I get to do on the side, but having those contacts and products come in real handy when I can use them for my real job.
When my buddies and I got out of special forces, we didn’t want our tight knit brotherhood to dissolve. Stryker, Travis, Hunter, and I had created our very own undercover business. After much deliberation we decided to name our company, Atrox Security. We've done all kinds of work, from private investigations to highly classified governmental operations. It's all for one, and one for all with us. There is nothing we wouldn't do for each other.
Taking another sip of coffee, I sit down and turn on my computer monitor. I rest my head against the back of my chair and close my eyes, thinking of the last time I’d heard from Tony Moretti. It's almost been a full year, and I was hoping like hell he wouldn’t remember, but Moretti doesn’t forget anything. I should’ve known he’d call to collect on my debt at some point. Once you rub elbows with these guys, there is no escape. I only hope he will be true to his word and not pull my ass into anything else after I pay my debt.
I reluctantly pick up my secured phone and dial him back. He picks up on the first ring.
“Quinn,” he answers quickly. “I’ve got a situation.”
There is slight panic to his voice, and it takes me
off guard. Moretti never shows emotion; he’s always been cool under pressure.
“What’s going on?”
“It’s my daughter. She’s run away, and I think she’s headed underground.”
“What? Why would she do that?” Both brows rise in surprise. I’m completely dumbfounded as to why he’d be calling me over this, and come to think of it, his daughter is an adult. “Isn’t she old enough to decide to take off if she wants to?”
“It’s more than that,” he interrupts.
“With your contacts, I don’t think you need me to…”
“Dammit, Quinn, just listen,” he grits out, already frustrated with me.
“All right,” I concede and taking another sip of coffee, do just that.
“Look, this is more than a runaway situation. My men can work every facet of any city and then some, but she went totally off the grid.” There’s distress lining his voice, and I can tell he truly believes she’s in trouble. “When I checked my email this morning, I had a message from her. Judging by the time the computer said it hit my inbox, she sent it in the middle of the night.”
“What’d it say?”
“She said not to worry about her, that she’s fine, but she doesn’t know when she’ll be able to see us again. Told us where we could find all her banking account information to keep her mortgage paid and up-to-date.”
“Damn.”
“Apparently, her car was tracked to the base of the Shenandoah Valley yesterday, where she did a bait-and-switch with her car, because when my men finally caught up to her vehicle, the driver was someone else and they knew nothing. She gave them her car for free if they’d just take it off her hands.”
