Heaven Hill Series - Complete Series

by Laramie Briscoe

  When he pulled back, he looked up at her, a smug smile on his face.

  “I hate to tell you, but if you let my legs go, I’m going to fall.” She put her hands on her stomach, almost not able to touch her own skin she was so sensitive.

  “I got you,” he vowed as he stood up, holding onto her.

  He wrapped them both in a towel, completely ignoring the raging hard-on she knew he had, and took them to bed, tucking them in. She melted against him, letting all her fears go away for a few hours.

  Finally, she was where she’d wanted to be for so long.

  Chapter Eighteen

  Drew came awake slowly, very slowly. He was having the best dream of his life. Something warm was wrapped around his dick, and it must have been there for a while, because he was totally, completely, and painfully hard. With a superhuman effort he opened his eyes, blinking in surprise as he saw Charity there, her mouth wrapped around the head of his cock.

  “Goddamn.” He kicked his head back against the pillow as she used her tongue, running it up against the underside of his length.

  She let him go and smiled up at him, the sexiest smile he’d ever seen in his life. “Good morning.”

  “It sure as hell is.” He fisted his hands in her hair, bringing her mouth back to him, loving the feel of her warmth against him.

  A woman wrapping her mouth around him was one of his favorite things, not because it was selfish, but because in his experience, the women loved it too. They were active participants as was he. Removing one hand from the back of her head, he roughly grasped one of her breasts, enjoying the answering inhale of his hardness.

  She dug her fingernails into the skin of his ass and around the back of his thighs, urging him on with her hands. It was the unspoken way for a woman to tell him to fuck her face, but this was Charity. He wasn’t sure if he should do it, but she did it again, and he was too far gone to check himself. With a loud groan, he shoved himself deeper into her mouth, feeling the head hit the back of her throat.

  “That’s it,” he encouraged, grasping her jaw. “Relax your throat and take it deep. You can do it.”

  She wanted to please him, because she did it just as quickly as he asked her for it. It allowed him to thrust deeper into her heat. Charity moaned, and it vibrated against him. She pulled her mouth from him again. “Stop holding back, Drew; give it to me how you want to.”

  He gazed at her, noticing the way her lips were red and plump where he’d stretched her. There was wetness at the corners of her eyes where she’d worked to take him deep. She deserved this as much as he did.

  No need to tell him twice. He dug his heels into the bed and used them to piston his hips off the mattress, pounding himself into her mouth. She encouraged him, wetness pouring onto his cock as he shoved himself deeper into her, hitting the back of her throat each time.

  He could feel it, could feel the base of his spine tingling. He’d been hard since he’d gone down on her last night. When he’d been a good guy. Being a good guy wasn’t something he normally did, but he’d wanted to do it for her. Now, he was being paid back in spades.

  He cursed loudly as he felt her hand snake up and grab his balls, rolling them around in her hand. He needed something else though, needed more, needed it a little rougher.

  “Use your hand to jack me,” he instructed her.

  If there was anything that Charity was good at, it was taking orders. He immediately felt her small hand wrap around him and slide up and down his length. Her tongue circled the head of him, giving it extra attention, slightly using her teeth.

  “Yeah, just like that,” he encouraged. “Just fucking like that.”

  His lifted from the pillow, watching this, watching his cock disappear into her mouth, watching her struggle to take his length in, feeling her triumph when she took him down her throat. It was the most erotic thing he’d ever done in his life, and he’d done a lot.

  He could feel his spine tingling, could feel he was about to lose control. Drew knew he owed it to her to ask.

  “Where do you want me to come, darlin’? Tell me while I can still pull out.”

  She grasped him tightly around the ass again, taking him all the way down her throat.

  That was it, it was over. He pushed himself as far in as he could, letting himself spill into her mouth, grasping her hair, pulling her as close to him as he could get her.

  “What the fuck are you doing to me?” he asked as he she circled her tongue around his head and he came again, breathing heavily, pulling away from her mouth.

  “Holy shit.” He wiped the sweat out of his eyes, watching as Charity, with a smile on her face, came to lie beside him.

  “Good morning.” She wiped her mouth daintily.

  “Jesus Christ, if it was any better, I’d be having a heart attack right now.” He laughed, putting a hand on his still heaving chest.

  “That was a thank you for last night and hopefully a precursor to us finally doing the actual deed.” She leaned over, kissing him on the cheek.

  “If that’s a precursor, I’m gonna need to run at the gym a little more.”

  She laughed, getting out of the bed. “I don’t know about you, but I’m hungry, and your sister and Dalton will be here soon. When you recover old man, c’mon down stairs.”

  He watched as she grabbed clothes and blew him a kiss before she picked up their research from last night and left the room.

  Drew let his head fall back against his pillow, a silly smile on his face. He was in so much trouble with this woman.

  Chapter Nineteen

  What greeted him when he went downstairs was something he’d dreamed about for a long time. Drew couldn’t even count the amount of times he’d wondered what it would be like to wake up to Charity in his home. That had been an ongoing wish he’d had—late at night when no one was around—when he’d been drinking a little too much. This was what he’d thought of.

  Hell, back when he was a younger guy, he would dream of it. In those unguarded moments, he would let his mind go to the fantasy of what his life would be like. He’d lived thirteen years watching his mom do things by herself, watching her struggle, but when Liam had come into their lives, things had gotten easier. That wasn’t to say things had been completely perfect as soon as they’d moved into his house, but even at that young age—he’d seen how much responsibility Liam had taken on. He’d seen how amazing it was for his mom to have help, and between the two of them he’d learned what it was to count on another person. Everything about relationships he’d learned from his mom and dad.

  To have her standing at his stove, wearing a shirt of his that barely hit her thighs, was the culmination of what he’d always wanted. When they had dated, he’d known things were tough for her mom, he’d known men came in and out of her house. It had always made him nervous, knowing that sometimes Charity was there by herself. It was as good a reason as any to sneak out and go join her. There had been many nights when he’d snuck out after lights out and gone to sleep with her, just so she’d known she wasn’t alone.

  He cleared his throat. “Morning.”

  She jumped a little and looked back, offering him a bright smile. “Morning to you too. I hope you don’t mind that I’ve commandeered your kitchen, but Mandy and Dalton are on their way. I’m thinking this may take a while, and it’s the least I can do for y’all. You don’t have to help, but I’m so thankful you are.”

  He watched as she reached over and turned the heat down on the eye before turning around to face him. He could see a smile tipping the corners of her mouth, could feel his own answering grin, but he wasn’t prepared when she came at him at a run. Quickly he braced his feet and put his arms out to catch her. She hugged him tightly to her, putting her arms around his neck, her legs around his waist.

  “I fucking missed you, Drew. More than I even let myself admit. God, I missed you.”

  He heard and felt the words and shivered when goosebumps appeared on his forearms. “I missed you too. For th
e longest time, I didn’t know how to live my life. If it hadn’t been for dad, I wouldn’t have lived it. He pulled me out of a really dark place, more than once.”

  It wasn’t easy to admit that to her.

  “Your sister pulled me out of one too. I thank God I had her to call, text, and message, whatever back then, because no one in North Carolina knew. And even if they had known, they wouldn’t have understood. It took everything I had some days to keep going, keep moving. It was about putting one foot in front of the other and not letting my grief at having to let you go get the best of me. It was the hardest thing I’ve ever had to do,” she whispered in his ear. “But I knew I would be back; I knew I wasn’t done with this place, with you, with us. I was waiting for it to pull me back, and it did, right when I needed it to.”

  He didn’t get a chance to ask her what she meant by that, because they heard Dalton’s bike coming up the driveway. He kissed her on the cheek and tapped her on the thigh before setting her down on her feet. “Might wanna go get dressed.”

  She reached up and gave him a full kiss on the mouth before nodding. “I will. Make sure the biscuits don’t burn. They’ve only got a few more minutes.”

  He watched as she took the stairs two at a time, making her way back up to his bedroom. Every time she opened her mouth and let him in, he had more questions. In the grand scheme of things, what she’d done while they hadn’t been together really didn’t matter, but if it hurt her, he wanted to know about it.

  The timer on the oven went off, and he quickly made his way over to take the biscuits out. He set them down on the stove and did his best to pretend like he was good as his sister and best friend made their way into the kitchen.

  “Damn, Drew, you shouldn’t have,” Dalton said as he walked over and took a piece of bacon straight out of the pan.

  “I didn’t.” Drew smacked his hand away. “Charity did.”

  Mandy smiled up at her brother, a knowing look on her face and a twinkle in her eye.

  “Don’t even start,” he told her, reaching up into the cabinet and grabbing some plates and cups. “Make yourself useful and set this shit out. If we’re going to work, we need to eat, simple as that.”

  Mandy stared at him for a long time before hugging him around the waist. “If you want to believe it’s as simple as that, I’ve got some oceanfront property in Arizona, but whatever it takes for you to get through the day.”

  He’d never been able to lie to her; he wasn’t sure why he thought he could start now.

  Chapter Twenty

  The four of them were worked quietly, each making notes as they continued to rifle through the papers.

  “Ya know,” Charity mused about an hour into their session. “I assumed, for some reason, that these would be close to one another. However, going through just what I have here, of the home invasions are all over the county. Bowling Green City responded to some, Warren County Sheriff’s responded to some, and even Kentucky State Police responded, so it’s no wonder no one’s put two and two together yet. There’s no pattern in any district, because he’s purposely not making one.”

  “I wonder when we put everything together, how many we’re going to see, and how many families will be affected,” Mandy mused.

  “Going by what we have here? At least twenty-five.”

  For hours they labored, deep into their work. Every once in a while, someone would whistle or take a deep inhale of breath. They knew then that whichever invasion it was it was bad. Out of nowhere, Drew’s cell phone went off, making them all jump. He glanced at the screen, his brows drawn together, and then answered it.

  “Yeah?”

  The man on the other line was an informant that Heaven Hill sometimes used. Very discretely they had put the word out that they were looking for any information on Dixon McCall they could find and the person who talked would be rewarded. Money was a powerful motivator.

  “I know where Dixon’s hiding the shit he’s taken from the invasions.”

  Drew pulled the phone back from his ear to make sure the right person was on the phone. Squirrel, as he was known around these parts, wasn’t usually the type to squeal so fast. Something felt off. They hadn’t put a word out about the raids, only Dixon’s name.

  “What do you need?” Drew asked, grabbing a pen and a piece of paper.

  He could hear the heavy breathing of the other man over the line, and while it made him uneasy, he wondered what in the fuck was wrong.

  “A fix. It’s been almost twenty-four hours. Right now I’m too dope sick to go out and steal something to get the money I need.”

  Drew could feel his muscles relax slightly. Drugs would do that to a person; make them tell things they normally wouldn’t in a shorter amount of time. He knew Squirrel had a problem, but he hadn’t realized it was that severe. “You take us there before you get any money,” he demanded, wondering if the guy would go through with it. By the sound of his voice, he needed some relief soon.

  Taking down the address Squirrel gave him, Drew hung up. “We gotta go. Squirrel’s going to take us to where Dixon’s hiding what he gets on these home invasions,” he told Dalton. Looking at Charity, he grabbed up the aerial map she’d printed. “I’m going to see if this place and the place you found are the same. We won’t know for sure until we get inside and verify the items.”

  Dalton and Drew immediately stood up, Drew already texting pertinent information to his dad.

  “What do you want us to do?” Mandy asked, always wanting to be a part of what was going on. Sometimes they allowed her to be, sometimes they didn’t.

  “Stay here, keep the doors locked, and keep looking for something that’s going to tie this all together.”

  Mandy looked like she wanted to argue with Drew, but Charity reached over and placed a hand on her arm. “He’s right; we need to find a timeline, figure out when all of this went down and what the pattern is.”

  “Got it.” Even though it sounded like she didn’t. Her voice was flat as she turned back to the papers in front of her.

  “Do you think he actually knows what he’s talking about?” Dalton asked Drew as the two of them walked out to their bikes.

  “I don’t know, but he seemed to know we needed the information, so I don’t think he would be up to lying to get money; that’s usually not how Squirrel works. I’m interested to see, if he does know where this stuff is, what’s there.”

  There were a lot of scenarios that ran through Drew’s head. It could be things Dixon’s family needed, could be things he could sell to get quick money when it was required, or he could be collecting trophies. Drew wouldn’t put it past Dixon to do any of the above, but he wondered why it was so important to him. He had texted Liam and Tyler to let them know where he and Dalton were going. Both of them agreed this seemed harmless, so they weren’t offering any backup.

  “Let’s go. The quicker we can get back there, the better off we’ll be,” Dalton said as the two of them reached their bikes and got on.

  Drew nodded, throwing back gravel as they rode down the driveway. His adrenaline was pumping, his heart racing. Finally, this was something they could do. He felt like they had been sitting on their hands and waiting for much too long. It felt good to get out and be active, to feel like he was contributing in a way that would actually make a difference. Like everyone else, he was more than curious to see what Dixon was collecting.

  When they found it, hopefully they’d be able to figure out just what in the hell he was doing, and then he could make sure that Charity was safe. All of this was a means to an end game he desperately wanted to reach.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  “How’s it going, Squirrel?” Drew asked as he and Dalton arrived at the predetermined meeting place and got off their bikes.

  “I’ve been better.”

  Taking a good look at the other man, Drew realized he spoke the truth. Squirrel had definitely seen better days. His skin was pale, and it looked like, even though it was not a hot day, he
was sweating. As they got closer, they could smell the stench of an addict needing a fix. He’d obviously been sweating for a while, and the blood on his arm told them both he’d taken the fixation of picking at his skin.

  “You’re not gonna go crazy on us, are you?” Dalton asked, pulling back his cut to show Squirrel that he carried. “I don’t want to hurt you, but I will if I have to. Don’t go insane, stay level. You got me?”

  Squirrel scratched his arm, his eyes darting this way and that. “I got you, but we’re gonna have to hurry, because I’m gonna need my fucking money.”

  Drew widened his stance and braced his feet. “Nah, man, you don’t tell us what we’re gonna do. We appreciate your help in this situation, but it’s not yours to orchestrate. You understand?”

  He swallowed roughly, running his hand over his sweating face before he nodded. “I just need something, soon,” he panted.

  “And we’ll give you the money to get your something if you show us what want to see.” Dalton talked to him like he was a second grader, and that seemed to calm him down.

  “It’s about five miles out there.” Squirrel pointed out in the county.

  They were in the opposite direction of the building they’d found in Dixon’s name, so he was obviously keeping these things separate. Drew had a thought that maybe the home invasions were helping fund some other shit he was running, but they wouldn’t know until they had all the working parts to the piece.

  “Then take us and show us.” Drew walked over and grabbed Squirrel up by his shirt. “So help me God, though, if this is a setup, you won’t walk out of there alive.”

  “I know, I know.”

  The two of them had gone to high school together, and Squirrel knew Drew meant business. There was one thing the son of the club president had never done, and that was back down from a fight, or think that he should be handed something because of who brought him into the mix. Drew worked just as hard as everyone else, and he was as capable of laying someone flat on their back as anyone else. His hands were dirty too.