He arched into her, rubbing the hard V of his muscled groin onto her clit. His hands massaged her cheeks with each pump. Rin cupped her breast and rocked with his rhythm.
His tempo ramped and the careful constraints he’d imposed on himself slipped. The bite of his fingers clawed at her flesh. The laser focus of his gaze faltered. His eyes slammed shut. The veins in his neck bulged. His head craned toward the sky. And Rin loved every deviant moment.
He shouted his climax to the world. His hot spurts and brazen exhibition of masculinity hastened her to long, heavy moans. She convulsed around him and drifted in euphoria. He gathered her into his arms. The world tilted. Her joyous state stayed firmly entrenched—and probably would stay, no matter where she went. As long as Luck was there to help her face her demons.
Her head nested in the crook of his chin. The thud of his heartbeat pounded in her ear. He caressed her back and held her close.
The words tiptoed over her lips, but she just wasn’t ready to admit to him what she felt. Though, how had her actions not shown him? She timed her breaths with his as much as she could, relaxed, and enjoyed the feel of him still firmly embedded in her body.
Rin woke to easy strokes and kisses feathered over her face. On top this time, she took the lead, sitting up, and smiled down at Luck’s sleepy face. They’d obviously both fallen asleep after the first round, leaving the lights burning bright. She lifted his hands from her thighs and pressed them against her breasts.
Bracing hers in mirror on his firm chest, she rode him with a gentle undulation of her hips. He thickened to brimming. The scrape of his fingers toyed over her tender flesh.
“You’re so beautiful. All of you,” he whispered.
She rocked harder, unable to say how much she needed him, but desperate to show him. But she worked herself into an orgasm too quickly. She arched wildly and came, slicking his cock with her cream.
Luck rolled her onto her back, flipped her, and wrenched one leg high. He seated himself to the hilt, pillowing against the softness of her bottom. His arms held her and his hips thrust with a desperation she’d not yet seen in him. He licked at her nape. One of his hands slid between her and the bed.
He collected their juices from his shaft and then coated her clit. His finger strummed her to the brink as he pumped himself there, pounding in and out of her with abandon.
“Come with me, Rin.”
She fell with him into a heart-stopping orgasm. Luck tensed and came panting in her hair. He kissed her from shoulder to nape as he came down from the ultimate high. He spooned her like he had the first night and sleep reclaimed her.
A piercing alarm jolted her from sleep.
Not the wake-up call she’d looked forward to.
Luck launched from the bed, a large pistol strangled by his hand. With the other he tossed her clothes onto the bed. “They’re here. Get dressed.”
“Who?”
“Popov.”
She shoved through the head of her tank and lurched her long legs into the holes of her shorts, foregoing panties. “How do you know it isn’t some common thug, like you or me six years ago?”
“I set a triple catch alarm. Only someone highly trained would think to look for a double, and even fewer know how to override it.”
Luck snapped the button on his pants, pushed a button on the cell, and yanked on his shirt. He shoved his feet into his boots. “Come on,” he urged, holding out his hand.
This time she grabbed it without pause. He pulled her up and boosted her toward the bathroom. She ran to it, but stopped at the door, waiting for him.
“Get in and stay put.” He dropped to his knees in front of the chest. The lock gave way and he shoved the lid high. “Go, Rin.”
“Not without you.”
Luck grumbled, strapping on a bulky vest with gun and ammo that bulged the pockets. Gun still in hand, he shut the lid without a sound. He consumed the distance between them in two strides. His hand planted over her heart and pushed her back. “So help me, Rin,” his voice thickened, “if you don’t stay here and do as I ask…if you don’t trust me to protect you.” His Adam’s apple quaked and the lightness in his eyes clouded over. “If something happens to you… I’ll regret every day of my life until they toss the dirt on my body.”
“I trust you.”
He drew a breath. “In the corner. Get low and stay there as long as it takes.”
Her head bobbed and tears distorted what could be her last moment with the first and last man she’d ever love.
“Go.” He disappeared from the doorway.
Rin shrank into the corner. Hot moisture rained onto her cheeks. She buried her face against her knees. A deep breath filled her lungs. She focused and reached for the steely resolve she’d relied on for so long.
About the time she found it two whispered shots knifed the silence. Rin balled her fists. She clung desperately to the promise she made. Luck’s determination to love her and the faith she had in his ability to protect her soothed the nerves jittering her entire body.
The unmistakable screech of the metal door ricocheted off the walls in the flat. A loud thwack followed. The sickening sounds she’d heard at her condo when Nate and Luck fought resumed, but abruptly died.
“I thought you were out of the country. I could have killed you,” Luck barked.
“But I trained you better than that,” Cara Lee’s voice rasped.
Rin’s stomach swan dived off a cliff and refused to surface. She covered her mouth to keep the agonizing screech of joy and misery from escaping.
“Are you hurt?” Luck asked.
“Just a scratch. Popov always did like the blade. I don’t guess she likes it much now, though,” her mom said.
“You drew her out and used Rin as bait?” Luck yelled.
“Yes.”
“Are you out of your damn mind? You put her in danger.”
“No, I didn’t. She had you.”
“And what if something had happened to you?” he demanded.
“Again I say, she has you. I get the feeling you’re better for her than I am.”
“Nothing can compare to the love of a mother. Nothing.”
“Where is she?” the familiar and hardly recognizable voice whispered.
“Where is Popov and where are her men?”
“My team has the agents. The Potomac will get Popov. I didn’t move on my own.”
“Who’d you use?”
“Mercs.”
Footsteps sounded across the floor and she knew he walked loudly to give her a moment to prepare for their arrival. They paused halfway and Velcro screeched. Then he was there, crouching in front of her.
“I’m sorry,” he breathed, reaching out a hand to steady hers.
“Why are you sorry?” she breathed.
“I’m sorry you’re in here terrified when you didn’t have to be. I’m sorry I’ll hate your mother for a long time for putting you in danger. And I’m a little sorry it’s over, because now you don’t need me.” He kissed her hand and helped her to her feet. “Are you ready to see your mom?”
She clung to his side and nodded. He walked her out like a personal crutch. It was the only way her legs would function.
When she rounded the corner her vision narrowed to an older version of herself. Her mother’s hair flattened to her head in a sleek bun. The tiniest wrinkles gathered at the corners of her crystal blue eyes.
Rin smiled past the tears and torment. There would be time for questions and rage later. Right now, her mother had returned from the dead.
Cara Lee covered her mouth on a quiet sob. “I’m so sorry, my baby.” Tears flooded her eyes.
Rin held tight to Luck’s hand, but walked forward until she was toe-to-toe with her mother. “I’ve missed you.”
The arms that had cradled her from birth to her death wrapped Rin in warmth. Luck released her hand. She squeezed her mother and they sobbed together. For the time they’d missed. For the time they had to come. Rin cried and laug
hed.
Finally she gripped that mettle she’d forged long ago and straightened. She cradled her mom’s cut cheek and reached for Luck. And his hand was right where she’d left it. He enveloped her hand in his own and she tugged him forward.
“Mom, I’d like you to meet my fiancé, Damien Luck.”
Her mom covered a smile.
Suddenly Rin dangled above the ground. Luck hugged her to his chest and kissed her full on the lips.
“I love you,” she whispered in his ear.
“So, I guess I passed your bone test,” he whispered back.
“Oh yeah,” she giggled, more at peace than she’d ever been.
Books By Megan Mitcham
BASE BRANCH NOVELS
ENEMY MINE
JUSTICE MINE
STRANGER MINE
WARRIOR MINE
DANGER MINE - JULY 2015
PRISONER MINE - JANUARY 2016
SURVIVOR MINE - APRIL 2016
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BLACKLIST SERIES
VERSIONS
VIRTUES - 2016
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BUREAU SERIES
FOR ALL TO SEE - APRIL 2015
PAINTED WALLS - OCTOBER 2015
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ANTHOLOGIES
COWBOY HEAT: WESTERN ROMANCE FOR WOMEN
HIGH OCTANE HEROES: EROTIC ROMANCE FOR WOMEN
WILD AT HEART VOLUME II
SEX OBJECTS: EROTIC ROMANCE FOR WOMEN - 2015
VIRTUES
A BLACKLIST NOVELLA
Once they're gone, can you ever get them back?
As a CIA spy turned traitor to her country, Cara Lee kissed her virtues goodbye long ago. After seventeen years, her retribution ended with the burial of her enemy and a fresh start with her daughter. If only she could forgive herself enough to rebuild their relationship.
Luck—her daughter’s fiancé—wasn’t Cara’s only attempt at atonement. She took Marina Sorensen off a Swedish street corner and schooled her in the art of survival. Too bad the girl sold her and Luck out to the thugs of Brödraskapet.
Her disciplined nature prods Cara to tie the loose end—one way or the other. But the commander of the UN’s special forces has other plans. The last thing she wants is another government job. Given an ultimatum—and a babysitter—she plays along.
Tyler Grace should have been a farmer in east Texas, but the universe had other plans. A tactical expert for the Base Branch, when he finds a problem, he seeks the best way to fix it. Cara presents an obstacle he’s ill prepared to conquer—but he’ll die trying.
Struggling to sort through her past, Cara clings to the one virtue she has left, while Tyler dares to prove she never lost them.
Enemy Mine
A Base Branch Novel
When friends become enemies and enemies become lovers.
Born in the blood of Sierra Leone's Civil War, enslaved, then sold to the US as an orphan, Base Branch operative Sloan Harris is emotionally dead and driven by vengeance. With no soul to give, her body becomes the bargaining chip to infiltrate a warlord's inner circle. The man called The Devil killed her family and helped destroy a region.
As son of the warlord, Baine Kendrick will happily use Sloan's body if it expedites his father's demise. Yet, he is wholly unprepared for the possessive and protective emotions she provokes. Maybe it’s the flashes of memory … two forgotten children drawing in the dirt beneath the boabab tree… But he fears there is more at stake than his life.
In the Devil's den with Baine by her side, Sloan braves certain death and discovers a spirit for living.
About the Author
Megan Mitcham was born and raised among the live oaks and shrimp boats of the Mississippi Gulf Coast, where her enormous family still calls home. She attended college at the University of Southern Mississippi where she received a bachelor's degree in curriculum, instruction, and special education. For several years Megan worked as a teacher in Mississippi. She married and moved to South Carolina and began working for an international non-profit organization as an instructor and co-director.
In 2009 Megan fell in love with books. Until then, books had been a source for research or the topic of tests. But one day she read Mercy by Julie Garwood. And oh, Mercy, she was hooked!
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