by Jenny Penn
There were no words to describe the sensation, and no denying its pull. As Angie lifted up onto her toes, his head dipped, his lips brushing over hers as all his former vows were forgotten. All that mattered was the sweet ambrosia drugging his system and addicting him to her taste. It was the flavor of lust, flooding his system with a pure, white-hot need. Her lips forced his open, her tongue darting out to duel with his as they fought for control of the kiss. He, harder, bigger, stronger, and more determined.
Angie never stood a chance.
Giving into the feral instincts that he’d honed as a marine, he gave them the freedom to claim control. Wrapping his arms tight around her and crushing her tightly against him, Mike ravaged her mouth, forcing her tongue backward just as he forced her ass up tight against the island counter. He pinned her there as she clung to him whimpering, sexy little sounds that shredded whatever decency he might have, even as his hands began to tear at her clothes.
Mike needed to feel her, to touch her, to finally appease the ache within him that had been driving him crazy these past two days. Just one touch, one taste, and, maybe it would be enough. That was a desperate hope, and he knew it. Angie tasted too good, her curves too plush and soft against him, and she smelled like a heaven he wanted to drown in.
That was when the panic hit.
* * * *
Angie felt Mike’s hand on her thigh begin to tremble. Half shoved up her skirt and warming the skin beneath the curve of her ass, his fingers hesitated, bringing their forward march to a stop and leaving her dangling there with her breath caught and little more than a hope to cling to. She knew what came next, and sure enough, Mike thrust her away from him in the next breath.
Leaning back against the counter, she lifted her gaze to his and saw the fear lingering in his eyes. Then he was stumbling back and fleeing for the door. Angie might have taken it personally that he couldn’t even seem to touch her without panicking, but instead, her heart broke for him.
She knew what he feared, but there was no way for her to assure him she’d never leave. Not like his father. It would just take time. The only problem with that was Angie wasn’t known for her patience. On the other hand, she did have Brett to entertain herself with while Mike sorted out his issues.
Turning around to eye Brett, she caught his gaze, sharing a smile with him, even as he faked confusion.
“What?” Brett smirked and lifted his chin in a defiant angle. “You going to come over here and try to scare me off next.”
“Actually, I was thinking of coming there and expressing my gratitude for this morning’s pleasantries.”
“Oh, well.” Brett sank down onto one of the kitchen chairs and leaned back, spreading his legs wide in a gesture that drew attention to the large, hard bulge tenting his jeans. “Giddy on up and show me what you got.”
There was no way Angie could resist that challenge. She put an extra swagger in her walk as she came around the counter. In a smooth move, she slid onto his lap and pressed herself against his long, hard frame. Brett fairly rippled with muscles that most men never bothered to develop. He was big and trained to kill, but she felt no sense of danger as his arms lifted and his blunt, callused fingers curled around her chin to tilt her head up so that their gazes met and locked.
For a moment they stayed just like that, as a recognition that went deeper than the flesh filled the air with a tension that only added to the sultry awareness growing between them. She knew he’d planned to say something clever, something teasing, but the words never made it off the edge of his lips. Instead, his mouth dipped down to meet hers as she stretched up, giving into the moment as she discovered his taste for the first time and found herself addicted within a second.
Just like his brother, he fought her for control, flooding her sense with both the heady thrill of battle and the certainty of defeat. She was going down, and Angie couldn’t wait to get there. Even as she clamped her lips around his tongue and sucked hard, her hands were fumbling with his belt.
Brett growled, his whole body clenching with the sound as his hips flexed forward. He pressed the hard ridge of his erection up against her stomach as his buckle bit into her hands. The silent demand had her all but melting. He wanted her, needed her, was being eaten alive with the same hunger as her. Angie didn’t need words to know those truths.
Neither did she need any further encouragement.
* * * *
Pulling back, Angie released Brett’s tongue to capture his gaze and hold him locked within the dark, erotic promise glinting in hers. His breath caught, and his whole body tensed as she sank down between his knees, holding him spellbound with her eyes. The confidence and hunger reflected there was so damn sexy that Brett knew he wasn’t going to last.
He was harder then he’d ever been and on the verge of coming before she even managed to get his belt undone. Angie knew it, knew how close he was. Her smile assured him of that, and so did the slow motions of her hands as she drew out the moment until his balls were ready to explode and his dick painfully swollen, but Angie had no mercy.
Instead, she taunted him, leaning forward to grasp the metal tab of his zipper between her teeth and lower it slowly down with an expert skill that assured him she’d practiced this move before, possibly even on his archenemies—Cole and Kyle. That thought only inflamed the need searing through his veins. She was never going to go down on those two idiots again.
He’d kill them first.
That thought put a smile on Brett’s face and had him relaxing back against the counter as his dick finally sprang free into the warm, welcoming grip of her hands.
“Go on, baby,” Brett murmured, still holding Angie’s gaze. “Measure me if you want because we both know I’m the best thing you ever had.”
Angie responded to that with a gentle squeeze of her fingers as she did as commanded. The pleasure she gave him with that simple touch had his voice dipping into a low, husky murmur as he encouraged her to do it again. The twinkle in her eyes grew as she obeyed him once more.
Squeezing, tugging, and pulling, Angie began to pump his length like a pro, making his head swell with a delight that had Brett’s lids drooping even lower as he gave himself over to her expert touch. She stroked and petted him, taking her time as she drove him slowly crazy. Brett was clenching against the need to force her to move faster when finally her fingers dipped down to measure and weigh his balls while her tongue flicked out to lick over his head and leave Brett straining against the sudden rush of rapture that tore through him.
The intense bolt of molten bliss shot through him again and again as she began to lap at the sensitive head of his cock with long, slow, velvety strokes of her tongue. All the while her gaze remained locked on his, heightening the moment into something more intimate than it had ever been before. Then his eyes were closing, his head dipping back as Angie’s lips broke open around the flared knob of his cockhead.
Then she took him to heaven, sliding straight down his length and sucking hard as she growled deep in her throat. The sexy little sound assured him she was enjoying the moment, though there was no way she could be having as much fun as him. Nothing had ever felt this good, except maybe when her head started to bob.
Pumping and licking and fucking him with slow, torturous motions, Angie drove Brett to the very edges of his self-control, something that normally didn’t happen until he was buried balls deep inside a woman, normally her ass because most cunts weren’t that tight. Angie’s mouth was, and she took him all the way back and down her throat without ever choking once, but she did swallow, making him growl a little himself.
The deep, feral sounds rumbling out of his chest lacked the plaintive hunger that hers had contained. Instead, the rough purrs held a warning that his patience was thinning and it was time to pick up speed. Of course, Angie never could obey any kind of command.
She proved that when she lifted up, leaving his dick cooling in the wind. Brett’s eyes popped open, his hand unclenching from the edge of t
he counter where his fingers had dug into the pressed wood beneath the laminate surface. He wouldn’t have been shocked if they’d left indentions, not that he cared.
All that mattered was the need pounding through him. It set fire to the blood in his veins, making them boil as he flushed. The silken strands of her hair felt cool by comparison as he wound his fingers through her dark tresses, but before he could pull her mouth back up his swollen length, Angie was licking her way back down it.
Her lips slid down his side this time, treating him to a wicked massage that left his dick weeping for more, and then he was spurting, gasping, his eyes rolling back into his head when she reached his balls and sucked one right into the moist, velvety depths of her kiss. Brett damn near crumpled to his knees as she licked and toyed with his balls, making him come in little fits and starts as his cock threatened to erupt.
He fought back, his hands returning to the counter to clutch at it as he bit down on his bottom lip and strained to hold back his release. He wasn’t going to waste his shot in the air like some juvenile with a woody and no sense of what to do with it. Of course, Brett couldn’t do with it what he really wanted.
Not yet, at any rate.
So, he stood there, clenched and silently swearing revenge as Angie finally nibbled her way back up to the top of his cock and began to fuck him with those slow strokes again. This time he didn’t hesitate to take command. After all, there was only so much a man, any man, could take. Brett had taken his share.
Now it was time for Angie to take hers. This time when Brett buried his fingers in her hair, he molded them around her head, taking instant control. Forcing her to pick up speed, he began pounding her up and down his length and hips thrust forward, fucking his dick straight down her throat. She welcomed him, bobbing faster and faster until, within seconds, he ground his teeth and grunted as he came in a hard, molten blast.
Damned if Angie didn’t pull back. Her fingers curled around his cock, directing the heated spray of seed upward and over his own shirt. She milked and pumped him, trying to wring every last drop out of his dick, but she missed a gallon or two because that is how heavy his balls still felt as the tension gripping his muscles finally eased and the sharp talons of rapture relaxed into a blissful ease that had him smiling down at her, despite the mess covering his shirt.
Angie was giggling, that sexy twinkle sparkling in her eyes. She’d thought she’d won, but she didn’t realize that the war had just begun and her ass belonged to him. Maybe she did realize it. Maybe she read the intent in his gaze. Whatever it was that had her laughter fading into silence also had her stilling, but it was too late.
When she leapt up to flee, Brett was right on her heels.
Chapter 12
“I don’t know where it could have gone,” Heather insisted for like the hundredth time as Patton all but tried to shove herself under Heather’s desk. “It was right there in the drawer. I swear.”
She issued that plaintive assurance to Mike, who stood there wondering how he’d gotten himself sucked into this disaster. This was all Angie’s fault. He’d always known getting mixed up with her would be a disaster…just not this kind of disaster, or the kind that happened in the kitchen before he’d left.
Mike didn’t know what the hell that had been about and why he kept freaking out every time he touched her. What he did know was that he had to get this problem in control because it was one thing to choose not to do Angie. It was an entirely other thing not to be able to do her.
“I’m sure it’s here, Heather, and I’m going to find it,” Patton insisted somewhat desperately as she went crawling across the floor. “I’m sure it’s around here somewhere. It just has to be.”
“Don’t worry?” Heather rolled her eyes and shook her head as she glanced over at Mike. “Don’t worry, she says. It’s just my ass in the fire if Alex finds out that I even had the damn thing to begin with.”
Alex referred to one of Heather’s current boyfriends or fiancés. Mike didn’t really know their official status. That didn’t mean he didn’t know Alex. They went way back, and Heather was absolutely right. He’d be pissed.
Hell, any man would. The only reason Mike wasn’t was because he wasn’t on the flash drive. Thankfully. But if he had been, he already knew how his file would read. He was a wussy who was afraid of pussy.
“And what happens if you don’t find it?” Heather demanded to know, finally earning a look from Patton, who frowned over her shoulder at the other woman.
Not all pussy, Mike corrected himself. Just the sweetest fucking one he’d ever dipped his fingers into. Mike admitted it. He’d licked his fingers clean after he ran back to his room the other morning. All he really wanted was another taste of that cunt. He wanted to lay Angie down and slip those perfectly curved calves of hers over his shoulders and have himself a feast.
“I guess then that means…somebody took it, but don’t worry,” Patton quickly added with a glance in his direction. “That’s why Mike’s here. To solve the mystery of who.”
Mike perked up at the sound of his name, but they weren’t talking to him. They were talking about him.
“Is that right?” Heather glanced back over at him with a frown. “And why are we trusting him? He’s not a detective, but he is one of them.”
The way she stressed that last word had Mike sighing, a gesture that had Heather’s scowl only darkening and her doubt, clearly, expanding.
“Because we have to trust somebody,” Patton argued as she came to the edge of a stack of boxes. “Besides, he’s the only one willing to help. How long have these boxes been here?”
Heather didn’t appear to hear that question. She was still studying Mike, and he could sense her reservations. She was right to be wary. They couldn’t trust him. That was just why he stayed silent as Patton turned back once again to shoot Heather a pointed glance.
“Heather?”
That snapped the little round baker back to the moment as she returned Patton’s glare. “You’re not going to find it under any boxes. It’s gone!”
“It didn’t just disappear, and I am going to find it!” Patton shot back, bristling with an indignation that had Heather sighing along with Mike this time.
“Heather! We need help out here.” Some young waitress had stuck her head through the swinging door and called out for assistance.
“Fine, then you keep on looking. I’ve got work to do.” With that, Heather huffed off.
Mike snorted at that, though softly enough that Heather didn’t hear. He didn’t want her taking offense. After all, she was dating the sheriff, and he was trying not to get arrested. Not to mention he was a little intimidated by the woman. She had that mother thing going on that made Mike feel as if he was five again. Still, she couldn’t be all that pure, not seeing as she was dating both the sheriff and a fireman.
“We need a Plan B,” Patton declared as she lifted herself off the floor.
“And do you have one?” Mike asked, breaking his.
“Okay, let me correct that. You need a Plan B,” Patton stressed with a bright smile. “Because you are my plan.”
“And when did I agree to that?” Mike bit out a laugh, shaking his head at her. “I’m just here to make sure you don’t get arrested.”
“Please, don’t be difficult,” Patton begged, clamping onto his arm and gazing up at him with those magnificent violet eyes. “I’m—”
Patton fell ominously silent before breaking into a grin. Reaching out to latch onto Mike’s wrist, she began trying to drag him toward the door. “Come on.”
“Hey, where we going?” Mike begrudgingly followed, hoping like hell Brett called soon with the news that one of the Davis brothers was on his way to rescue him.
“Just come on,” Patton insisted, her eyes sparkling with a dangerous enthusiasm. “I got an idea.”
“Oh, God save me now.”
* * * *
Brett whistled as he made the drive out to the Davis brothers’ ranch. It was beau
tiful day. The sun felt warm against his skin. The grass was perfectly green and trimmed, the sky as blue as the clouds were white. The possibilities for adventure felt thick in the air.
That wasn’t all that was thick. Brett smirked at that wayward thought, admitting that fucking Angie’s ass a second time that morning hadn’t done much to cool the raging tides of his desires. All it had done was feed them because now he knew how good it could be, and all he wanted was more. All he had to do to get it was convince Mike to take a chance on Angie.
How was he going to accomplish that feat? Brett didn’t know, but he wasn’t worried. He felt way too good to worry. Hell, he felt like whistling. That was just what he did as he turned off the highway and up the drive that led to the spread-out compound that served as the heart and hub of the ranch.
On any given day, the place could be full of commotion or, like it was that day, a ghost town. All the ranch hands, along with the brothers themselves, were out in the fields working. Brett ended up having to drive all over the place before he tracked down two of the three brothers. Unfortunately, Slade was not one of them.
Slade Davis, the middle brother, was known for his calm, reasonable approach. Chase, the oldest, was known for his command and arrogance, not to mention his hard attitude. Devin was the baby of the group and tended to be a little wild and reckless. From everything Chase had said over the years, that hadn’t changed.
It wasn’t a well-kept secret that Devin and Chase clashed a lot, and dealing with them together could be tiring. So no one would have blamed Brett for being braced for outrage and outrageousness, but what he got were two blank stares as both men blinked in his revelation and then shared a look between each other.
“Yeah,” Chase finally responded with a heavy sigh. “We know.”
“You know?” That Brett hadn’t been expecting. “How do you know?”
“We’ve already been contacted and asked to pay ten thousand to keep things quiet for now,” Chase admitted, still showing no real signs of life and confusing Brett all the more.
