Cole asked Wolf, “You get ahold of Cajun?”
“They’re about an hour out.”
Cole nodded.
“I’m gonna take Shannon and get out of here. Go get us a room,” Crash said, looking at Cole.
Cole nodded. “All right.”
Red Dog asked Cole, “We driving back to San Jose today, cause brother, I gotta tell ya, I’m beat. I’m not sure I’ll make it back without fallin’ asleep.”
“Yeah, I hear you,” Cole agreed. “He looked over at Crash. Not sure I’m feeling good about you splitting off again. Not with DKs in the area.”
Crash nodded. “All right.”
Cole took a hit off his cigarette and glanced toward the gate and back. “Tell you what, get a room somewhere, and call and let me know where. We’ll all get a room, stay over, get some shut-eye and hit the road in the morning. Sound good?” He looked at Crash and the rest.
“Sounds good,” Crash replied.
“Amen,” Red Dog pronounced.
“There’s two places around the corner,” Green suggested.
Crash looked back at him. “I’m not taking Shannon to one of those rundown roach traps. You feel free to stay there, though, Green.”
Green grinned back.
“All right, brother. See you shortly,” Cole said, slapping Crash on the back.
CHAPTER TWENTY FOUR
Crash and Shannon stood at the front desk, checking into a hotel on the Reno strip. The clerk typed into his computer and looked up at Crash. “So that’ll be just one room checking in today and checking out tomorrow, the nineteenth. Is that correct, sir?”
“Yeah. That’ll do it. I’ve got some friends that’ll be checking in soon. Can you put us on a floor with enough empty rooms to book us all on the same floor? We’ll probably need at least two more rooms.”
“Yes, sir. I’m sure I can arrange that. I have several rooms available on the sixteenth floor. Will that be acceptable, sir?”
“That’ll work. Thanks.”
Shannon frowned at the desk clerk. “Is today the eighteenth?”
He smiled back at her. “Yes, ma’am.”
Crash looked over at her, frowning. “Why? What about it?”
The corner of her mouth pulled up. “Nothing.”
He wasn’t buying it. “Shannon, what?”
“Nothing, it’s just…”
“It’s what?”
She blushed. “I guess I lost track of the days. With everything going on.”
“And?”
She shrugged. “No big deal, it’s just…today’s my birthday.”
“Happy birthday, miss.” The front desk clerk slid the key card across the counter to Crash. “Your key, sir.”
Crash’s eyes held Shannon’s for a moment before they moved to the clerk. “Thank you.”
Several minutes later, they were riding up in the elevator when Crash looked over at her. “Is it really your birthday?” She nodded, and he looked back at the numbers flashing above the door. Seven. Eight. Nine. “I want to take you out tonight.”
She looked over at him. “Out?”
“Yeah. For dinner. Somewhere nice. Actually, there’s a nice restaurant here in the hotel.”
She glanced down at her jeans and shirt. “Crash, I’ve nothing to wear, and…”
“I’ll give you some money to buy a dress, shoes, whatever stuff chicks need.”
She looked over, meeting his eyes, frowning. “You’re serious?”
“Sure.” He reached over and slid his hand to her neck, turning her toward him, and he grinned down at her. “How old?”
She rolled her eyes. “I’m not telling.”
“Shannon, how old?” he repeated, turning serious.
“Twenty-five.”
His eyes moved over her face. “Damn, baby. I got ten years on you.”
She grinned. “Old man.”
“Don’t worry, Princess, I can still keep up with you.”
She arched a brow. “Oh, can you?”
He backed her against the wall. “Need me to prove it?”
The elevator dinged, and the doors slid open. She smiled up at him. “Saved by the bell.”
“Only for the moment.” He took her hand and pulled her down the hall to their room. Crash slid the key card in the slot and pushed the door open. They walked in. There was a king size bed and your basic room amenities, but what drew Shannon was the large wall of windows showcasing the view of Reno and the front range of the Sierra Nevada’s beyond the city skyline. It was gorgeous. “Oh, Crash, look.”
He shrugged out of his cut and shoulder holster, then he came up behind her, his arms going around her and kissed her neck.
“Isn’t it gorgeous?”
“Fucking beautiful, baby.”
She turned her head to the side to look at him. “Are you even looking at the mountains?”
“What mountains?” he murmured, still caught up in kissing her neck.
“You’re not even looking.”
Turning her around, he lifted her up and walked to the bed. “Later. Right now, I’ve got something more important to do.”
Her back hit the bed, and he came down on top of her. She grinned up at him. “Oh? And what’s that?”
“Giving you an orgasm.” He slid down her body, his hands working on the fastening of her jeans.
“Only if you give it to me in the shower. I’m sweaty and haven’t had a chance to clean up,” she protested. He paused tugging them down her hips and grinned up at her.
“Sounds like a plan.” He yanked the jeans off and stood at the foot of the bed. Then he grabbed her ankles and pulled. Shannon gasped as she slid across the bedspread toward him. He grabbed her wrists and pulled her up. The halter top went up and over her head, and then she was standing there in a strapless gold lace bra and matching panties. His eyes swept over her. He stepped back, taking it all in. “Turn,” he ordered.
She frowned, but obeyed, looking over her shoulder at him coyly. His eyes dropped down her body, and he grinned. “Damn, that’s a smack-able ass.”
She spun, backing up as he followed, grinning. Her arms came up to hold him off as he backed her into the bathroom. She giggled. “Don’t you dare.”
He reached into the shower, turning on the water and dipping his hand in the spray to test the temperature. Then he pulled his tee shirt over his head, dropping it to the floor. His eyes met hers as his hands went to his belt. She stood, unmoving. Watching. She always enjoyed watching Crash strip. There was just so much to look at. His arms. His shoulders, his chest. His abs, that delicious v that dipped into his pants. And then his 501s hit the floor, and there was so much more.
“Your turn, Shannon.”
She looked up and caught his eyes. Hot, hungry eyes. Her hand reached behind her and undid her bra. But before she dropped it, she turned her back to him, looking back over her shoulder, determined to give him a little show. She dropped the bra and slowly lifted her arms, her hands running through her hair, lifting it and giving him a coy look. She saw his eyes move over her bare back to the exposed side of her breast. His chest rose and fell. His Adam’s apple bobbed. Her eyes skated down his body. That wasn’t all that bobbed. Her eyes flew up, connecting with his.
“Keep goin’,” he commanded, nodding toward her panties.
She dropped her hair and moved her hands slowly down her sides until she hooked her thumbs at the lace at her hips and shimmied them down. They fell to the floor, and she stepped out of them.
“Turn around.” His voice was deep, rumbling. Her arms crossed over her breasts, shyly as she turned. “Drop your arms.”
She did.
“Come here.” He stood there, and his head dipped down slightly, his eyes boring into her from under his brows with a penetrating stare that made her want to drop to her knees and do anything he commanded. And what’s more, she could see he liked her acquiescence to every command he issued. It was turning him on. Big time. She decided to prolong it and took one sl
ow step. Then another.
“Shannon.” His voice held warning this time. When she reached him, he stared down at her, not touching her yet. Her breathing was coming in quick little pants now as she looked up at him. She was ready to do whatever he commanded. Her tongue came out to lick her suddenly dry lips. The anticipation of his touch was heating her skin, she felt a flush move over her body. And then, finally, his hand came up. Just one hand, and his thumb brushed softly over her bottom lip, his eyes on her mouth. “You like to tease, Shannon?”
Her mouth closed over his thumb, and his eyes flicked up to hers. She stood there, so close her breasts were almost touching his abs just under his pectoral muscles. If he didn’t touch her soon, she was going to die.
And then she didn’t have to wait any longer as his hands closed around her upper arms, and he stepped into the shower, pulling her in with him. A moment later, she was pressed against the tile wall. His mouth came down on hers, his tongue sweeping inside with long swipes, teasing her, delving in and pulling back, making her tongue chase his. Until she was coming up on her toes, her mouth going after his as he lifted his head higher, making her have to work for it. Until she was whimpering his name as her hands threaded through up into the hair at his nape, trying to pull his mouth back down for deeper contact.
He laid his palms on the tile above her as he lifted his head and stared down at her, ordering, “Touch me.”
Her eyes slid down his body, and her hands moved over his wet skin, down his chest, down his abs, down. Until they closed over him, and he made a throaty rumbling moan. She stroked him and worked him until his breathing was ragged, and his muscles were tensing and contracting.
“Christ, baby. I want inside there,” he growled as he flexed his muscles, pressing a push up against the wall and lowered his head slowly to hers, capturing her mouth with his. They were touching in just two places. Two erogenous places. His mouth ate at hers as her hands worked at him. It was incredibly erotic.
He pulled back, breaking the kiss, and she saw the hunger in his eyes. And then he was guiding her to her knees, and he slid inside her mouth. Cradling her face in his hands, he urged her to take him all. When she did, he leaned one hand on the tile and pumped his hips, plunging in slow and deep, over and over.
Shannon slid her hands up his thighs and gripped his ass, pulling him close as his body flexed above her. She looked up, and their eyes locked and held. His head was bent, his arm on the wall, holding him up, and his face was tight. She could tell he was struggling with trying to last, trying to prolong the pleasure as long as he could bear it. He made a valiant effort, trying to endure it as long as he could, his teeth bared. When he could tolerate her torturous touch no more, he growled and lifted her with a jerk, slamming her against the wall and plunging inside her with one fierce thrust that had her gasping with the force. He took her, there were no other words for the way he plunged into her with long, powerful strokes.
Her eyes roved over his body, watching the play of his brawny muscular build. He was a man in the height of his masculine prime, and it was an impressive thing of beauty to behold. The connection between them, the intense sexual attraction was heady, overpowering her senses and overwhelming her emotions. She was helpless in the wash of his potent male magnetism.
He was every bit the aggressive male, the epitome of carnal appeal and erotic temptation. It called to everything feminine in her, and she clutched at him, unable to get enough. He pounded into her, and the woman in her reveled in the fact that she could drive him to such strong driving passionate responses, provoking such intense sexual need and desire.
He shifted her in his arms, tightening his hold, then pumped frantically, his hips pistoning in and out of her, until she feared she wouldn’t be able to walk tomorrow. When his release finally exploded, he thrust into her with a growl and pinned her to the wall, his head dropping to her shoulder. She stroked her hands over his back, shoulders and nape, pressing kisses along his throat and jaw as his breathing sawed in and out.
When Crash could finally lift his head and speak, he murmured, “I’m a greedy son-of-a-bitch, I know. That was all for me.” He kissed her deeply, then broke off, still gasping for breath. “I’ll make it up to you, baby. I’ll make it good for you, I promise.”
When he pulled out slowly, she whimpered, and the soft sound tore at his gut. He set her on her feet, but held her until she could stand on her own. A surge of feelings for her bulldozed through him. Damn, he could be a demanding lover, but the need she had just incited and aroused in him was over the top, even for him. Pressing his forehead to hers, he asked, “You okay, pretty girl? I didn’t hurt you, did I?”
Shannon looked up into his eyes, seeing the sudden worry there. She could see he was afraid he’d gone too far. She wanted to reassure him, she cupped his jaw and smiled. “No. I’m fine. I liked it. Seeing you lose control like that for me, it was sexy as hell.”
“I don’t lose control, Princess. I just get demanding. You givin’ in so sweet like you did…let’s just say the more you give, the more I’m gonna want to take. I shouldn’t let it get out of hand, though. I don’t want to scare you off.”
“You aren’t.”
“Good. Glad to hear it, baby.” He pushed her under the water and gently soaped and washed her. His touch tender, loving. He took his time soaping her body and lathering her hair, his strong hands massaging her scalp. Then he patiently rinsed her hair, cupping the water to her head, cradling her in his arms as he leaned her back into the spray of water and ran his hands through her hair, getting all the shampoo out. With his tender ministrations, Shannon had never felt more cherished or cared for.
When he was done, he shut off the water and stepped out of the shower, bringing her with him. He took a towel and patiently dried her body, then he carried her to the bed and kept his promise, making slow sweet love to her. Making it all about her. Taking his time and worshiping her body until she was writhing and begging for release. And then he gave her one of the greatest orgasms she’d ever experienced. As she floated back down to earth, he crawled up her body, coming down on top of her and kissing her softly over and over. When he broke off the kiss, he took her in his arms, holding her close as the last tremors left her, and she drifted off to sleep tucked against the heat of his body in blissful contentment.
*****
Cajun and the two prospects finally rolled up as Wolf talked them in with directions.
Green rattled the locked side gate, frustrated. His hands fisted around the bars, he shook it like a pissed off gorilla in a cage.
“Quit pounding on the thing!” Cole snapped, trying to get the key in the bottom of the padlock.
Red Dog twisted from his position next to Cole and spotted a squad car making the turn onto Cemetery Road from the highway, he barked at Green, “Quit! You’re gonna get us arrested. Goddamn. I hate handcuffs.”
“That’s not what Mary says,” Wolf chuckled.
Red Dog whirled on him. “So you’re the one she got that crap from.”
Wolf just grinned.
“We share a room tonight, you better pray I fall asleep before you do,” Red Dog threatened.
“Shut the fuck up, both of you,” Cole snapped.
The squad car slowed and pulled to a stop next to them. The window rolled down. “What’s going on here?”
Luckily, it was at that moment that Cole finally got the padlock open. “Nothing officer, just had a little trouble with the key.”
“What’s your business here?”
“Just going to my storage unit.”
“Why aren’t you using the front gate?”
Cole nodded to one of the nearby units. “My unit’s right there. Manager told me I could use this gate. Makes it easier to unload.” Cole held up the key. “He gave me the key.”
The officer nodded, his window rolled up and he drove away.
“He swings back around to the office, this jig is up.”
“Yeah, let’s move. Quickly.�
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*****
Nicklaus Ralston picked up his phone, looked at the incoming number and put it to his ear. “You have news for me, I hope.”
“We tracked them to Reno, sir.”
“And? Do you have her?”
“No, sir.”
“But she’s there? In Reno?”
“Well, no, sir.”
“Well, where the bloody hell is she?”
“We lost them, sir.”
Nicklaus’s eyes slid closed, and his jaw clenched.
“Do you want us to continue the search? Try and pick up their trail?”
Nicklaus took a deep breath. Dealing with incompetence wasn’t his strong suit. “No, that won’t be necessary. I’m through wasting time.”
“What now, sir?”
“Time to implement plan B.”
“Plan B, sir?”
“Yes. When I’m through, she’s going to be walking through these doors of her own accord.”
“Yes, sir. What do you need from us?”
“Return here. I have another job for you.”
CHAPTER TWENTY FIVE
Crash and Shannon lay in bed, his hand stroking her back, his fingers playing with her hair when his cell went off. His eyes moved to the nightstand, and he reached to answer it. “Yeah?”
“We’re here. We just checked in. What room you in?” Cole asked.
“1630. They put you on the same floor?”
“Yeah.” Cole disconnected.
About two minutes later there was a pounding on the door. Crash grinned to himself thinking that didn’t take long. He got up.
“Crash!” Shannon shrieked, clutching the covers to her chest.
He leaned over her, gave her a quick kiss and ordered, “Don’t move, baby.” He scooped up her clothes and tossed them in a chair across the room, out of her reach.
“Crash, don’t you dare open that door!”
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