“We need a condom,” he told her.
“Are you clean?” she asked. “I mean, like STDs.”
“I am.”
“So am I.” She nipped his unshaven chin. “And I’m on the pill.”
He smelled her arousal, the scent sharp and primeval. It fired the dominator in him. She was his. And he’d have her.
She sensed the change, too.
He lifted his hips, shifting her so he could shuck off his shorts. He was tired of waiting for her to get him naked.
“Let me,” she said, grabbing him and guiding his cockhead toward her moist entrance.
Then she flexed her muscles and lowered herself on him.
There was something amazingly sexy about fucking a woman, filling her soft pussy, feeling it conform around him. When he angled her so that he’d find her G-spot, she bit his neck.
That was that.
He cupped her ass, digging his fingers firmly into her sexy flesh. He took over, guiding her actions, moving her up and down his shaft, filling her, making his cock slick with her female juices.
“I’m going to come,” she told him.
Good girl. Already accustomed to offering that power to him.
“Wolf?” It was a question and plea.
He nipped her earlobe. “Come.”
Her body writhed as she took his entire length in a single stroke. She cried out and shuddered. He felt the effects of her pussy clenching, milking an orgasm from him.
She collapsed on him, her arms fastened around his neck as the last few pulses of his ejaculate filled her.
“Not a bad way to start the day,” she said, her voice a bit more husky than usual.
He could get used to it.
The idea of starting it without her or Davidson was already unthinkable. “Davidson is probably still in the shower,” he said.
“I’m sure he missed a couple of spots on his back.”
“I’m sure he did.” He stood, picking her up with him. She squealed and hung on tighter, while wrapping her legs around his waist.
As he walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom, she nuzzled his neck.
In the bathroom, steam billowed, frosting over the mirrors. Above the shower noise, Stone called out, “Room for two more in there?”
“Thought I would shrivel into a prune before you got here.”
He opened the shower door and let Fagan slide down his body. Stone saw Davidson’s cock was hard, his balls heavy and thick.
“There’s nothing shriveled about that,” Fagan said.
Davidson grinned.
“May I?” she asked, reaching for a bar of soap. She curled her hand around the shaft, and Davidson backed into one of the walls, using it for support.
Stone, this time, was content to watch the two, his submissives, play with one another.
He hadn’t imagined things could be any sexier than they had been with Davidson. But he was wrong. Unbelievably wrong.
As Fagan sank to her knees, she rinsed the lather from Davidson, and then took the man into her mouth. Stone’s own arousal stirred. Who knew watching two people could be so erotic?
Even though she was servicing Davidson, Fagan looked up at Stone. Water dripped from her naked body, and her hair was slicked back and darkened. He was pretty sure he’d never seen anything, or anyone, so beautiful.
He learned he wasn’t much of a casual observer.
On his own knees behind Fagan, he used his fingers to tease her pussy and stroke her clit, making her move and jerk, intensifying the oral experience for Davidson, the lucky bastard.
Chapter Nine
“So, boss, when were you going to tell us?”
Stone was in the Batcave, his back to the door, studying a computer monitor. Nate had cooked a gigantic breakfast, complete with whole grain toast, eggs, bacon, sausage, and his special crepes. He figured they’d all needed to rebuild their energy after the previous night’s activities. They’d sat at the kitchen table together after the dishes had been cleared. They’d had another cup of coffee while teasing each other and making plans for the day.
Stone, in typical Stone fashion, hadn’t said one fucking word about his upcoming testimony in Denver.
Not much different than things had been last time they were together. Stone, as commander, as Alpha, always thought he knew best.
If Hawkeye hadn’t placed a call to Nate’s cell phone, he’d still be in the dark.
Nate was ab-so-lutely goddamned tired of it.
After last night’s talk, he’d dared hope that Stone really was tired of being alone out here at Cold Creek Ranch, tired of being the lone wolf. Just showed how gullible Nate really was.
Stone slowly turned his chair in Nate’s direction. “I only learned before breakfast.”
“Which means you had, oh…two and a half hours to say something.”
“I wasn’t going to keep you out, Davidson.”
“You already have.”
“Davidson --”
“You know, Stone, fuck you.” He took two steps inside Stone’s sacred sanctuary. “You can screw me into next week, but I have a mission to do. And you won’t stand in the way of that, regardless of what the hell else has happened up here.” His right hand curved into a fist. He’d been pissed plenty of times in his life, but never like this. “Were you planning to sneak out of bed tomorrow morning and head down I-70 alone? Or truss me and Kayla up like Thanksgiving turkeys and just leave us strapped to the St. Andrew’s Cross while you handle things on your own?”
“It’s not like that.”
“Then how is it?” he challenged.
Stone stood.
Davidson refused to be intimated.
“I fully intended to call a meeting later.” Stone’s voice was dangerously low. He folded his arms across his chest.
“Call this insubordination. Or assault.” He rocked forward and landed a solid, square punch to Stone’s jaw before he walked out of the room.
The satisfaction didn’t fade like it normally did.
This had been brewing.
Nate had no regrets, except for the obvious ones. Wasted time. Wasted emotional energy on a man incapable of opening himself up, even when his life could depend on it. As long as he was dominating, as long as things were superficial, Stone was content.
As of now, that was fine with him.
He was finished. Done hoping for something that would never happen. Done opening himself up. Done with Stone.
He found Kayla lifting weights in Stone’s downstairs gym. “We got a call,” he said.
She nodded, replacing the dumbbells on the rack. She toweled off as she followed him.
“Grab your laptop computer,” he told her. “We’ll use the kitchen as our command center.”
“Where’s Wolf?”
“Busy.” He snapped the word.
From somewhere upstairs, they heard a door slam. If the man tried to leave the premises, Nate would personally order his tires flattened.
“Would it have anything to do with your hand?”
“It might.”
She opened her mouth as if to say something else, and then closed it again.
She hurried to her old bedroom, while he called the other members of the team and issued instructions that the gate was to be secured.
Two could play at Stone’s game.
Within two minutes, they were in the kitchen, her computer going through its start-up sequence.
“What do we know?” she asked, all business. It was hard to believe only a couple of hours ago, she’d been in front of him in the shower, his hand fisted in her hair as she took the majority of his cock deep in her mouth.
At least she knew how to be professional.
“Stone was notified that he’ll be testifying tomorrow.”
“Sooner than we expected.”
“It’s my guess, and Hawkeye seconds it, that Carlos Rivera will expect him to move tonight or tomorrow morning.”
She nodded.
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nbsp; “So we’ll move now. Hawkeye has staged a chopper several miles from here. We’ll motorcade from Rocky Mountain Metropolitan Airport to a safe house. Hawkeye thinks the major airports will be monitored more closely than Rocky Mountain. Information was sent to your e-mail address. It’s surprisingly near downtown, and it’s likely not on an approach Rivera will be expecting tomorrow. Hawkeye owns a number of the surrounding properties. It’s on a cul-de-sac to control access.”
She activated her air card and logged on to e-mail.
“We’ll motorcade in just after lunch,” Nate said. “We’ll use the fact downtown is a little more crowded than usual to provide a diversion.”
Nate pulled up a chair and studied her computer. Hawkeye had provided maps and information about the federal building downtown as well as blueprints of the safe house.
Not only was the case important, but Stone’s safety was paramount.
Nate took that responsibility seriously.
“You want to talk about it?” Kayla asked.
“Nothing to say. Stone was notified he was testifying as early as tomorrow. We wouldn’t have known if Hawkeye hadn’t telephoned in.”
“He didn’t tell you? Didn’t tell us?” Her mouth slackened. “Who the hell does he think he is?”
Nate said nothing. There was no ground he hadn’t mentally covered in the last hour.
“After everything…”
He heard the doubt, the hurt, the disbelief in her words. All the same things he’d experienced and more. “After everything,” Nate confirmed.
“So much for teamwork,” she said. “He really didn’t want us here, did he?” Since they both knew the question was rhetorical, she dropped the conversation.
She was printing off blueprints and maps and was powering down the computer when Stone joined them. The back door shuddered in its frame when he dragged it shut.
Damn if he didn’t look good.
Damn if Nate still didn’t want him.
Damn. Damn. Damn.
“What the hell’s going on here?”
“You’ve got twenty minutes to pack,” Nate told both of them. “Chopper’s on standby.”
Stone coldly arched a brow. “I’m commanding this mission.”
“No, boss, you’re not.” Nate stood. “Take it up with Hawkeye, if you have a problem. As of now, I have a protection order that covers you for the next forty-eight hours. Get used to it. If you refuse, it’s my understanding that the Feds will take you into protective custody.”
“Davidson --”
“Me or the Feds. Pack a suit.”
Kayla closed the top of her laptop with a decisive snap.
Stone scowled.
Nate strode from the room.
It was nearly impossible not to submit to the man. He wanted to be on his knees, his head on the ground, ass offered sacrificially for Stone’s dominating penetration. That’s how things should be.
The whole situation infuriated him.
From a distance, he heard Stone ask Kayla what the hell the plan was. He didn’t care if she told him everything, but one thing was certain: Nate would not allow Stone to be in charge. He mattered far too much for that. And not only to Hawkeye. Despite everything, Nate would give his life for his commander.
Nineteen minutes later, they all met in the kitchen. Guns and ammo were checked, gear in the backpacks was double-checked.
Right on time, a four-wheel drive that looked more like a tank than a sport-utility vehicle pulled up behind the house. “Kayla, you’re first. Stone, you’re behind her.”
“This is pissing me off,” Stone said.
Plenty had pissed Nate off. “Get over it.”
A driver and passenger emerged from the vehicle. The driver opened the back door.
“How the hell many people did Hawkeye assign?” Stone asked.
“Around a dozen to protect your sorry ass. All of whom you would know about if Hawkeye hadn’t needed to put me in charge of the mission.” He scanned their surroundings. “Ready?” he asked.
Kayla nodded, and she headed for the door.
“You know,” Stone said, leaning in so close that no one but Nate could hear, “I’m going to have your balls in a vise so tight you’re going to beg for mercy.”
His guts tightened and his cock stirred at the severe promise and threat. Despite everything, he wanted his balls in Stone’s grip. He wanted to moan as the man applied exactly the right pressure to make his orgasm rocket through his body. Instead of replying, he said, “Your transportation is waiting, sir.”
With a tight nod, Stone followed Kayla.
After securing the door, Nate brought up the rear.
The driver closed the back door. He and the passenger climbed back in, and they headed down the three and a half mile dirt road toward the gate.
A guard swung the gate open so neither the driver nor the team member riding shotgun needed to get out.
“Is all this really necessary?” Stone asked.
“If you were protecting a witness who could put away Rivera, what would you do?” Nate snapped.
Stone said nothing. There was only one answer. When a witness was this important, no matter who he was, if Hawkeye had the contract, an appropriately sized security detail would be assigned.
They headed for a remote spot to meet the bird.
“You’d need a satellite to keep track of all this,” Kayla said, while a radio check was confirmed as they were all seated on the Bell helicopter and adjusting their headsets.
“That’s the plan,” the pilot replied.
Within hours, the three of them were locked in the safe house.
Concentrating on his job, he explored every inch of the house. It was enhanced with state-of-the-art security and electronics. The basement level had a workout area, a home theater with video games, and an open area to shoot pool or play Ping-Pong.
The house contained everything possible to prevent its occupants from becoming bored, Nate thought, while realizing that a safe house, no matter how comfortable, would always be permeated with threat and tension.
He checked out the main level office/command center, living room, kitchen, and dining room. The refrigerator was stocked.
He looked out the window and saw a guard patrolling the backyard.
Upstairs there were five bedrooms, all with private baths. Stone had claimed the one closest to the stairs, and he’d shut himself inside, alone. Nate wasn’t surprised.
Kayla had claimed the second bedroom, just across the hallway from Stone. Her phone was already sitting on top of the nightstand.
With a frown, he dumped his duffel on the bed of the third room.
Nate paced the length of the kitchen while Stone went into the office to have a final phone preparation with the attorneys.
Tension hung thick and urgent, and it clawed at Nate’s guts.
Kayla came into the kitchen, sat at the table, and shuffled a deck of playing cards. She laid them out for solitaire and quietly began to play. “He’s a hard man to love.”
Nate stood near the window. With the trees, the mountains were impossible to see. He wanted the wide-open spaces of Cold Creek Ranch, wanted things to be the way they were before Hawkeye telephoned this morning.
“He’s not accustomed to sharing, to letting anyone in.”
Oh, good. Not only were they confined at a safe house, he was stuck with an amateur psychologist.
“But anyone with a pair of eyes can see how he looks at you,” Kayla stated.
He turned to face her.
“He’s as torn up as you are, Nate.”
When he said nothing, she turned over another card, placed the six of clubs on the seven of diamonds. “Otherwise he would have laid you out flat earlier.” She put down the pack of cards. “You would have deserved it; we both know it.”
“Kayla, I appreciate --”
“You’re both like wounded animals. Maybe Stone isn’t capable of changing. Maybe he is. I know one thing for sure. If he is ca
pable of changing, it will be because he loves you.”
And that was the real trouble. Stone might care about him. But he didn’t have the stick-in-your-heart, need-to-have-you love that Nate had for him.
“Don’t underestimate him or how hard this is for both of you.”
“Kayla…”
With a smile, she crossed the room, rose on her tiptoes, and kissed him, leaning into him, distracting him entirely.
“Nice scene.”
With her hands still around Nate’s neck, she looked at Stone and said, “You’re always welcome to be part of this.”
“Do we have any coffee?”
Nate disentangled Kayla’s arms and headed for the basement. He didn’t remember whether or not the workout area had a punching bag. He sure as hell hoped it did.
* * * * *
“I’d like to lay you out flat, myself,” Kayla said.
“Want to try?”
“Nah.” She moved to the coffeepot, instead. “I see through your bluff and bluster. Unlike Nate.” She scooped grounds into a filter, then added water and set the machine to brew. “I know you really don’t want coffee. Since you’ve been behaving like an ass, I’ll make damn sure you drink it.” She turned back toward him and rested her backside against the cabinets. “I don’t know who did the number on your emotions, but it wasn’t Nate. And he doesn’t deserve your scorn or your disrespect. You owe him an apology. More than that, you owe him an explanation.”
“You’re treading into dangerous waters, Fagan.”
“So?”
“So?” he repeated incredulously.
She smiled. At this point, she had nothing left to lose, and she was going to go out swinging metaphorically, if not physically. “It doesn’t matter what you think. Hawkeye hired me to do this job, so you can’t fire me. Nate can replace me, but he knows I’m good at what I do, so he won’t.” She saw a dangerous muscle ticking in Wolf’s temple. “After you testify tomorrow, we’ll probably never see each other again. If you turn in a negative report about me, I’ll be looking for a job, but so what? I’ve got plenty of vacation accrued, so I’ll pout in the Bahamas. But you won’t turn in a negative report.”
“Don’t try me.”
“You’re a lot of things, including an asshole…”
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