He’d obviously decided to play this little game before he ever saw her. Too bad she was older and wiser now and knew exactly what to do to turn the tables. She lowered her chin a fraction and then bit her lip, staring up at him through her lashes in a false show of demure submission. “What do you think?”
A shadow of surprise flashed in his eyes, followed immediately by the flare of awareness. “I think the way you responded was the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.”
Clint’s gaze raked her from head to toe and her treacherous body responded. Her nipples tightened as the erotic image of Clint caressing her breasts filled her mind. His gaze stopped at her chest, narrowing in on the evidence of her arousal.
But it had been Cole surrounding her, Cole commanding her. He was the one who’d left her shaking. The knowledge gave her the courage she needed to put his twin in his place. Tomi put her hand on his chest and guided him backward, propelling him into a vacant chair while Carter watched in amusement. “Is this what you want? Me all to yourself?” Tomi leaned in, forcing Clint’s back against the table. “Is that what you think I want?”
Clint glanced at his brother out of the corner of his eye, his discomfort obvious. She moved in, intending to make him squirm. He thought he could walk into this kitchen and handle her like he had any right of ownership? Well, she’d demolish that thought, and enjoy doing so. Tomi turned Clint’s face back to hers. “You didn’t answer my question,” she said in a soft, teasing tone.
Some of Clint’s obnoxious self-assurance faded. “Tomi, that’s not what I meant,” he stammered out.
“It’s not? It sure sounded that way.”
“I was just—”
Tomi straightened, planting her fists on her hips and glaring down at him. “You were just testing me, pushing me. Let me tell you something, Clint Fury, I’m not your plaything. You can’t tease me like you would one of your bimbos. And yes, last night was hot as hell, but that’s only because Cole was in control of the whole situation. I love him.”
A deep chuckle filled the room, and Tomi spun around to see Cole standing not three feet behind her. He’d pulled on his pants but that was all. His broad expanse of hard, angular, muscle-packed chest was fully displayed for her admiring perusal. Not that she could fully appreciate him with the weary dread growing inside her. “How long have you been standing there?”
“Long enough to see you put my brother in his place, and what a wonderful sight it was.” Cole opened his arms and Tomi rushed into them, burying her face against his chest.
His slow, steady heartbeat pounded against her cheek, reassuring her.
“I came in here to refill your coffee,” she said.
Tomi glanced up to see Cole glaring at his brothers over the top of her head. “And you were cornered by these two.”
“Just a friendly chat,” Tomi said, seeking to divert his attention. The last thing she wanted was to become a problem between Cole and his brothers.
However, her attempted diversion failed miserably. Cole’s eyes narrowed even more. “Why don’t you head back to the bedroom, baby girl? I’m going to have a talk with these two.”
Tomi shrugged out of Cole’s arms, her irritation rising. “I already had a talk with them.”
He finally looked down at her, but it was with concern, not anger. His large hand came up to cup her cheek with a tenderness that made her tremble.
“My intent was to give you pleasure, not make you uncomfortable.”
Tomi sucked in a breath as she frantically tried to make her mind form a logical response. “I’m not in the least bit uncomfortable.” She captured his hand with hers and placed a kiss against his palm. “And I enjoyed everything you did for me.”
She had. Every single second.
Cole’s arm went around her waist and he yanked her against his chest, his eyes taking on that look of complete carnal confidence that made it hard for her to breathe. She could feel the evidence of his arousal pressing against her stomach.
Tomi could feel the twins gaze at her back. Their intense desire whiplashed around the kitchen, leaving a trail of palpable tension in its wake. But Tomi couldn’t tear her gaze away from Cole’s. This man held her heart and her soul.
His finger sifted through the hair at her temple and she instinctively turned her cheek into his palm. The contrast of his callused hand against her smooth cheek reminded her of when he’d slapped her ass with such fiery pleasure. Electric shocks of heat shot down her core.
Cole slid his free hand down her waist and cupped her sensitive rear, his firm grip testing her sore skin. The small bite of pain mixed with pleasure sent sparks exploding behind her eyes. She licked her lips in anticipation.
“And did that give you pleasure?” He squeezed once more, letting her know he knew exactly what he was talking about. He’d taught her the eroticism of mixing pain and pleasure. Of her giving up control. To him.
Her body pulsed at the thought. “Yes, Cole.”
He responded with a deep growl that vibrated through his chest and into her bones. His other hand left her cheek and squeezed her bottom, forcibly lifting her against him. She gasped and grabbed his shoulders for support. Without giving her time to think, Cole lifted her and wrapped her legs around his waist. The shock of her naked core rubbing against the crisp material of his pants nearly made her come undone.
Cole’s dark eyes widened a fraction. “Do you ever wear panties?”
She thought about answering him honestly. What was the point with him around? But her throbbing rear reminded her to keep her sarcastic responses to herself until her tender skin had time to recover. “I wasn’t planning on being out here long.”
Cole looked past her shoulder and then shifted his gaze back down to her, lifting his eyebrows in question. A mixed riot of emotions crashed through her. She only wanted Cole, but she couldn’t deny it thrilled her to feel Clint and Carter’s intense stares. It was a choice that she didn’t want to make. She looked to the man holding her in his arms. “This is your body,” she said. “Your decision. I trust you.”
Cole’s nostrils flared and his hard length jumped in response to her words. His black eyes burned her, scorching her from the inside out. He lowered his head to hers and said in a rough voice, “I fucking love you so much.”
23
His entire body was tense, his control building by the second. All he could think about was holding her, pinning her arms down and taking her hot little body again and again. Cole squeezed the round globes of her perfect ass with anticipation, loving the way her eyes widened at the bite of his fingers into her tender skin. Her lashes drifted lower, the rosy glow growing on her cheeks telegraphing her arousal. She loved what he was doing to her, just like she loved the fact that Clint and Carter were watching.
He didn’t mind it, because it fulfilled her fantasies, but he’d never let a man other than his brothers admire her, let alone touch her.
The arousal Tomi built in his body demanded release. Cole took her lips in a kiss of possession. A kiss of dominance. A kiss of soul-deep love. Her uninhibited whimpers melted something hard inside his chest. Fuck, he had to tell her the whole truth. She needed to know about the security company, the FBI, and—most of all—the meeting with Luis.
He’d demanded her unquestioning trust and honesty, and all the while he been hiding a sinister plot that had everything to do with her life. He’d excused the lie, telling himself he had to do it to protect her, when in truth it had been about protecting himself. Letting the lie linger was probably the most dangerous thing he could have done. He’d gone ten years without Tomi’s soft, smooth arms around his neck. Without her smiling face. Without her tight little body. And he couldn’t do it again.
He’d been a goddamn fool to take such a risk.
The realization shook him. His lips parted, but the words he needed to say stuck in his throat. He tore his gaze from hers, unable to cope with the guilt. His brothers stood a few feet away, their bodies tense and their gazes lock
ed on Tomi. They’d enjoyed the experience as much as she had. And to his surprise, he’d felt no vengeful sense of possession.
He and his brothers had always shared a bond, a bond that went beyond spoken words. They knew Tomi was his, and they knew to do no more than exactly what was asked of them. With their help, he’d pushed her ecstasy to new heights. Seeing the naked pleasure on her face had given Cole his own fulfillment.
Cole wanted to tell her the truth right this minute, he craved to bear his soul and get everything off his chest, but seeing the look of lust on his brothers’ faces and the answering flush of arousal on Tomi’s cheeks stirred something in him…
Couldn’t it wait until after he gave her pleasure?
Tomi’s blue eyes glittered, sparkling like sapphires. Watching her like this, seeing her transform into this sensual creature, was almost as erotic as last night. In a trance, his lips lowered to her cherry red lips to suck and nip and taste. A low, deep-throated moan built inside her. It was a desperate sound. A hungry sound.
Driven by instinct, Cole devoured her mouth, stamping his mark of possession on his woman. He could sense the twins approaching, feel the electric arcs of heat sparking off their bodies in response to the scene playing out before them. Cole drew back, wanting to watch her expression shift as she realized last night’s unfinished promise was about to be fulfilled.
Tomi stared up at him, her eyes dazed and dilated, as Carter leaned in and pressed a gentle kiss to the soft slope of her neck. Cole loosened his hold of her upper body but kept her legs wrapped around his waist. Then he watched as his brothers lifted his shirt over her head, tossed it to the floor and replaced the soft material with their hands.
Through his pants, Cole could feel her pussy turn hot, soaking wet.
Broad male hands cupped her breasts, lifting them, pinching her nipples as they darkened with arousal. Her nails dug into his shoulders with such force Cole knew they would leave the imprint of tiny half-moons behind. Moans slipped from her lips as Clint and Carter began to kiss down her neck and shoulders. Cole grimaced with rising need, his hands tightening on her full ass, shoving her hot core against his throbbing shaft.
Tomi’s moans turned to whimpers. She stared at him, and through the haze of lust, he could see the question in her gaze.
“Let go,” he whispered. “This is for you, baby. I want to hear you scream.”
Restrained by their position, Cole shifted Tomi in his arms, lowering her back to the ground. Clint and Carter didn’t need a second to assess the situation, their mouths closed over her nipples, sucking the rosy buds between their lips as she writhed and screamed out her pleasure.
Tomi was quaking against him, her head whipping from side to side in abandon. Cole slid his hand down her abdomen between her thighs, feeling her swollen nub. Her hips jerked, and he had to grit his teeth against the hunger her response tore from him. He nipped her earlobe, stroked her nub with slow, deliberate movements as he felt her need for release build. “Is this what you need, Tomi?”
“Oh God, Cole!”
“Do you like their mouths on you? Because I fucking love seeing you come apart in my arms. It’s so beautiful, baby.”
Her entire body writhed against him, and unable to help himself, Cole tilted her head back and devoured her lips as his brothers devoured her breasts. She couldn’t contain the sounds of desire.
Driven by her hunger, Cole shoved a finger inside her dripping cunt. He thumbed her hard little nub and then shoved another finger inside. He had to fight for breath as she clenched around him, her juices covering his hand. “You’re so close, baby. Let go. Let go for me.”
Suddenly, Cole became aware of the sound of the front door crashing open. On instinct, he covered Tomi’s naked body with his own. Carter and Clint rushed to the entrance.
“Stay quiet,” he whispered to Tomi, indicating for her to stay there in the corner. Her eyes widened with fear and she nodded her understanding.
Cole shot to his feet and peered around the corner, hugging the wall. He’d thought they were so prepared, what with his brothers taking watch and the surveillance they’d placed around the perimeter of the property, but he’d lowered his guard and fucking risked Tomi’s life because of it. Someone had invaded their house.
Someone who was currently on the floor beneath his brothers. The sounds of their grunts and the hard thud of fists connecting with flesh filled the living room. Cole stalked to the kitchen cabinet where they’d stashed a Glock, pulled it out, checked it, and then strode into the living room with every intention of ending any threat to Tomi’s life.
Carter lay on the floor, dazed and shaking his head as he tried to get to his feet. Clint was now squarely on top of their enemy, raining down a storm of punches meant to destroy. The sight was almost enough to make him feel sorry for the intruder. Almost.
Until the man on the floor somehow managed to shove the vengeful Clint off and stumble to his feet. Cole lifted the gun and aimed straight at the bastard’s head. Recognition dawned in the nick of time. “What the fuck are you doing here?”
Stahl’s one unswollen eye widened and Cole felt the whisper of movement behind him. His weapon came up as he spun around—and he found himself pointing the gun straight at Tomi’s terrified face. Without thought, Cole loosened his fingers, dropping the weapon onto the living room carpet. The next instant he had Tomi in his arms. He carried her backward, a rage born of terror possessing him as he glared into her wide, horrified eyes. “What the hell were you thinking? I told you to stay. I could’ve fucking shot you!” He shook her, fear eating him alive.
“Let her go, Cole.” Clint appeared at his side and grabbed his arm. “You’re scaring her.”
Clint shoved his way between them, glaring. Cole had never been so goddamn scared in his life. The thought of Tomi being harmed by someone else scared the shit out of him, but the idea of Tomi being harmed by him, however unintentionally, destroyed him. “Get the hell out of my way.”
“Hell, no. Not until you calm down!” Clint said in a low voice with just as much fury as Cole felt.
“I almost shot her!”
Clint shifted enough for Cole to see Tomi’s terrified face and the tears streaking down it. She was silently crying, her hands covering her face, her body bent over in a protective gesture. The sight of her like that was Cole’s undoing. He looked straight his brother and said, “Get out of the way. She’s hurting.”
Clint’s golden eyes glinted. He must’ve read the undercurrent of determination in Cole’s voice because he stepped aside. Cole wrapped his arms around Tomi and cradled her against his chest. “Oh God, Tomi. Baby girl. I’m so fucking sorry.”
He gently trailed his hands over her hair, her arms and her shoulders, closing her in his protective embrace. “I almost hurt you. I can’t live without you.” He kissed her head, kissed the tears streaming down her cheeks. He took her lips in a gentle caress, swallowing her soft sobs as they finally broke free. “I’m so sorry. I can’t—I fucking love you. I love you so much.”
His arms crushed her to his chest. She wrapped her arms around his neck in return and squeezed, sobbing.
Cole bent over her, shielding her body from everyone in the room. Like a rabid beast, he yanked his head over her shoulder. Both of his brothers were watching them with mixed expressions of rage and fear. Cole jerked his head in the direction of the living room, giving them a silent command to shield them so he could carry Tomi into the bedroom without Stahl watching. They complied without question, standing side-by-side so they formed a wall. Cole carefully lifted Tomi into his arms, cradling her naked form against his chest, and strode down the hall without a backward glance.
His brothers could deal with Stahl for the moment. After he got Tomi settled, he was going to fucking kill the bastard.
24
A little while later, Cole stalked into the living room, ready to free the furious beast he’d kept caged in Tomi’s presence. He’d told Stahl not to come out here. The arrog
ant agent had finally overstepped his bounds.
Stahl sat on the couch, a frozen bag of peas pressed against one side of his face, his elbows resting on his knees and his shoulders hunched forward protectively. Clint and Carter had taken up residence in the two chairs opposite the couch, each holding a loaded pistol. They looked like they were ready to put a bullet in the agent’s head at a moment’s notice.
“What the hell are you doing out here? We had a deal,” Cole reminded him as he came to stand in the living room at the end of the couch.
“Why don’t you call off your guard dogs?” Stahl snarled back.
“Not until you tell me what the hell you’re doing out here. We had a deal.” Cole crossed his arms and leaned casually against the doorway, affecting a relaxed demeanor even though his insides boiled with fury.
“The deal has changed,” Stahl said with a thread of steel in his otherwise impassive voice.
Cole met his brother’s glances across the room. They didn’t bother playing nonchalant. Their nearly identical faces looked just as pissed off as Cole felt. Clint, as was typical for him, leaned in with intimidation, stroking the barrel of his gun like he couldn’t wait to use it. “I told you not to trust this prick. How many times have we seen the FBI and CIA double-cross their teammates? FBI agents who don’t stick to the plan have usually found a way to earn a quick buck on someone else’s back.”
Stahl’s hunched shoulders went stiff and he lowered the bag of peas from his already swelling eye. “Watch what you say, boy. I’ve already sacrificed more for this mission than you can imagine.”
“Boy?” Clint snorted. “I don’t think a boy gave you that bruise.”
Carter was the only Fury brother who hadn’t moved. He’d sat still as a statue this whole time, watching and waiting. Cole knew exactly what Carter was up to. He was using his unique ability to read people to study Stahl while Cole and Clint interacted with him. Carter would speak up when it was time, after the brothers had rattled the agent’s cage enough to shake his actual motives and feelings loose.
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