Beautiful Surrender (Pride and Honor Book 4)

by Ember-Raine Winters

  “Ahh, that’s an awesome name for what we’re doing to this guy.”

  “Absolutely,” Kenzie chimed in. “It works well with the Greek mythology theme I had going with my own screen names too.”

  “Orpheus? I thought that was the guy from the Matrix.” Buck looked over at her as if she were the one making the mistake.

  “That was Morpheus, you dumbass.” Ace laughed.

  “Orpheus was an oracle; he saw everything. Which is why I used that as my screen name for so long and why a lot of people wanted me dead. I released a lot of information on some bad dudes.”

  “Then there’s Persephone—the Queen of the Underworld. It’s poetic, don’t you think?”

  Kenzie had a dreamy look on her face. “Yeah, I could never really figure out which one was better.”

  Buck looked between all of us as though he’d prefer to be anywhere on the planet other than with us. “Okay Thanatos, what’s the next step?” Ace interrupted our banter.

  “Next, we go and get the rest of the goods from the Hollywood hills.”

  “I need sleep,” Kenzie complained.

  “You can sleep when you’re dead, Barbie.” Buck advised, and she stuck her tongue out at him.

  “No, she’s right.” I interjected, knowing it was a pain to waste the time, but we’d be better for it. “We need to get some sleep. I don’t want to go up there at night again. That would be a mistake.”

  “Again?” Ace asked.

  “Last time I went to this house, I was run off the road. Mac almost died. It was a fucking disaster.”

  “Okay then, not going at night sounds like a smart plan. If he’s watching the house then he would expect us to show up at night. We need to take them all by surprise.”

  “Where’s the hotel?” Buck asked yawning loudly, obviously deciding sleep wasn’t such a bad idea.

  “There’s an empty apartment in the building that we own. You can stay there for the night,” I answered. I knew Griffin wouldn’t mind, we never used that apartment unless we had guests anymore. After Kaylee’s ex Tyler kidnapped Lance, Griffin moved them into his apartment.

  Kenzie and I powered down the machines and she stuffed them into her Mary Poppins bag that was looking kinda empty. Griffin never made it a habit of keeping grenades and other bomb materials laying around the office. I could tell she was feeling naked without any explosives.

  “Does Brock have a property in LA?” I whispered to her quietly. If I was honest, I was feeling a little exposed knowing she didn’t have a little ball of gunpowder that would take out all our enemies with one blast.

  “Yeah, but I thought we weren’t trusting anyone outside our group,” she murmured back.

  “I would feel better if we had a little more fire power,” I replied.

  “Me too,” she said. “I will check in with Brock and see if he has a place here. Let’s go back to the apartment, and I will get him on the phone.”

  “I would hate to blow up Bob’s house, but if we get chased down the mountain again I’m not getting pushed off the damn road.”

  “I got this,” Kenzie said, patting me on the chest.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FOUR

  KENZIE

  Trey’s apartment was beautiful; I had never been inside before. There wasn’t a thing out of place and I could tell that his ex, Shelby must have decorated it. I didn’t know much about her except that she was Mikey’s mom and an interior designer. Tasha told me Griffin hired her to decorate all the apartments in the building. While the man must have a soft spot for family, it was more than clear Shelby had a serious talent.

  I stepped out on to the balcony and the cool breeze skated across my skin. This was so different from the humidity in Louisiana. We were on the second to top floor, and I could see the city in the distance. A pair of arms snaked around me from behind and he propped his chin on my shoulder. “How’s Mikey?”

  “He’s fine,” he chuckled. “Though his mom is about to rip all her hair out.”

  “Iowa’s not a good look on her?” I asked with a smirk.

  “Nope, she keeps screaming that she needs to get back to her clients, something about pictures not doing the job or something equally ridiculous.”

  “Soon, right?” I asked softly.

  “Yeah, I told her to give me a week.” He sounded frustrated. “I don’t know if she will last that long, but if something happens to my son, I’ll never forgive her for being selfish.”

  “Nothing’s going to happen to him. You have guys watching them, right?”

  “Yeah, but Justin seems… distracted. I think there’s something going on between him and Shelby.”

  The venom in his words had me pausing. “Does that bother you?”

  I could feel him shaking his head against my neck. “The only thing that bothers me is that I’m paying him to do a job, not hook up with my ex. And if something happens to Mikey because his head isn’t in the right place, then getting fired will be the least of his worries.” He kissed my neck, biting down a little hard. I couldn’t tell if it was a release of his anger or he was in a mood. “You don’t have anything to worry about, sunshine. You’re the only one I want.”

  Am I worried? Something that felt a lot like jealousy had reared up in me when I heard the anger in his voice because of his ex. It scared the shit out of me. I had never been jealous before, but for a second I wanted to rip her hair out, for nothing more than thinking Trey could still be interested. Trey squeezed me a little tighter, but I was standing stiffly, not relaxing back into him like I normally would.

  “Are you jealous?” He chuckled in my ear. “Honestly sunshine, I never felt half of what I do for you about her.”

  “She’s your son’s mom though? How is it possible?”

  “There was a time that I thought she was it for me. I even got her a ring and she shot me down, twice. I realized later that we are better as friends and parents. But, together? We made each other miserable. Based on my past with all that you now know, I guess I was just looking for my own, ya’ know. Someone just for me, but I was pushing for something that Shelby was smart enough to see wasn’t going to work. We didn’t intend to have Mikey, but I’ll never regret him.” He pushed his hands into the front of my jeans then whispered, “You make me happy. There is no one else I want but you, okay?”

  “Okay.” For some reason that was still a mystery to me, I couldn’t figure out why I needed to hear those words from him when I’d never needed it before, but I wasn’t ready to analyze all the ways I was completely screwed. So instead, I leaned back fully into his arms and watched the few stars I could see in the sky.

  Apparently Trey was in a mood and by that I mean he pulled my body flat against his and started rubbing his cock over my ass, trailing kisses up my shoulder to my neck and licked a path up my throat. His hands lifted from my pockets to cover my breasts and he pinched my nipples roughly. I cried out and he smiled against the side of my neck before biting down on my shoulder. I had my back to him so I couldn’t do anything but moan and rub my ass against him, urging him on. One hand left my breast and traveled down my belly until he reached into my jeans and skimmed his thumb over my center. My hips rolled of their own accord searching out his deft fingers.

  “Patience, sunshine.” His gentle laugh hummed against my back.

  “I want you,” I moaned as he circled my clit. He had me completely boxed in. The balcony railing was in front of me and Trey was holding me hostage from behind. The cool LA breeze tickled the skin of my neck where he licked and sucked causing tingles to erupt over it.

  “What do you want?” he questioned me as I reached one hand back and palmed his erection through his pants.

  “I want you to fuck me,” I said breathily. His fingers were doing magical things to me as his tongue slid up my neck to my ear and he nipped it with his teeth.

  He didn’t need anymore encouragement. A moment later my pants were around my ankles and he was bending m
e over the railing. The Los Angeles skyline was a great view, but one I wasn’t really focusing on as he circled my clit one more time. I felt his hot breath over my center just before his tongue ran over my seam and my hips bucked.

  “Mm, I love how responsive you are. You’re soaking wet sunshine and I haven’t even gotten started yet.” He reached up and held my hands tight before releasing them. “Hold on to the railing and don’t let go.”

  It was odd getting used to hearing commands from Trey. He was always the goofy one. That particular command? It was sexy as fuck and I had no choice but to listen.

  He dipped one finger inside me and then two. He fucked me with his fingers and I held the railing in a white-knuckled grip. I whimpered as he removed them only to cry out a second later when it was replaced by the hard suction of his mouth over my most sensitive part. I hissed and bucked but it still wasn’t enough.

  Next thing I felt was his chest curled over my back and he stuck his glistening fingers in front of my face. “Look how wet you are for me. Open your mouth,” he ordered and I couldn’t help but obey. This new Trey? The one that was both sweet and commanding was such a fucking turn on. I licked the salty sweetness from his fingers and moaned loudly, hoping to hell no one on the floors beneath us was enjoying the night view of LA. He pulled away and I whimpered, releasing my hands to turn around, but he gave me a stern look and I remembered. Putting my hand back on the railing, I waited to see what he would do next. I was like a live wire. One movement could set me off, and I was praying the next one would be his cock inside me.

  I heard a soft thud and felt Trey’s hand on my hips in a bruising grip before he thrust into me so hard that I screamed his name.

  One hand snaked around me and started circling my clit to the same tempo that he was fucking me from behind. I came undone. The loud desperate keening sounds were unlike anything I had ever heard from my mouth and they just urged him on. Harder and faster until one orgasm became two and then it was like a solid stream of them. It was too much sensation, too much love, too much… everything.

  I must have passed out from sensory overload because the next thing I knew he was carrying me to bed and wrapping his body around mine before we both passed out into oblivion.

  CHAPTER THIRTY-FIVE

  TREY

  It was the best dream I had in my entire life. I slowly came awake and realized that it wasn’t a dream at all. I had the most beautiful sexy woman I had ever laid eyes on waking me up with her lips wrapped around my cock. She was doing it like a pro, too. I noticed by closer examination that her hand was rubbing her clit and she was moaning the vibrations doing some seriously erotic things to the motions she was making with her tongue.

  “Come here, baby. Let me help you out with that,” I smiled at her.

  She turned her body, never taking those gorgeous lips from me and positioned her glistening pussy right in my face. I grinned as I ran one finger down her slit and her hips bucked. Her mouth sucked harder and it took everything I had in me not to come on the spot and ruin the fun. Wrapping my palms around her creamy thighs, I lifted my head and swirled my tongue around her. She jerked her hips and started sucking me harder and faster.

  The woman was like a machine gyrating against my face and hollowing out her cheeks. Something in me snapped, and I started eating at her ravenously. Lips and teeth and tongue grazing every inch of her sopping wet pussy until she couldn’t concentrate on my cock anymore and sat up on my face, her hands perched on my thighs. I reached my hands up and tweaked her nipples as she fucked my face. I couldn’t breathe but I didn’t care. What a way to die, right? I chuckled to myself as I continued to suck and lick and nip her until she was screaming my name.

  When her climax took her, I spun her around on top of me and speared her with my dick. Pumping in and out of her hard and fast until we were both coming.

  “Best wake up ever,” I panted out.

  Her head flopped to the side to stare at me. “We should probably get up now,” she said but made no effort to move.

  “Yeah, we need to get moving so we can get over to Bob’s and get the information before anyone realizes it’s there,” I agreed, figuring that I was going to have to be the one to get the ball rolling because she still made no move to get up. I chuckled at the disgruntled way she looked at me as I dragged her nearly boneless body to the shower.

  An hour later we were upstairs at the guest apartment knocking on the door. It was still early morning so I wasn’t sure what to expect. Ace, fully dressed and looking at us impatiently was not what I had imagined.

  “It’s been daylight for three hours already. Where the hell have you been?” Ace scolded.

  “Uh, sorry Dad we were doing this thing called sleeping. You should try it sometime.” I mocked him and Kenzie rolled her eyes before pushing passed him and into the guest apartment.

  “I know you military boys get up at ungodly hours, but you might take a break from that while you’re with us, or you’re gonna have a lot of extra time on your hands,” Kenzie said and patted his shoulder.

  “Har, har,” he grumbled and walked into the living room. “We have a lot of shit to do so let’s get on it.”

  My phone beeped in my pocket. Lead filled my stomach as I noticed who it was.

  “Justin? What’s going on?”

  “She’s gone, Trey. I woke up this morning and she had packed her and Mikey up and left in the middle of the night.” Justin sounded panicked and I was about to throttle him.

  “You were supposed to be watching her,” I bellowed. “Who had night-watch last night? I had three of you there for a reason.”

  “I told the other guys that they could have the night off that I had it under control,” he admitted.

  I knew what he was saying without even saying it and I was about to lose my shit. “You let your dick distract you, huh? She seduced you and then used it as an opportunity to leave and take my son into danger?”

  “No, that’s not it. She has a client meeting tonight. Some big shot politician needed his house redecorated and he could only see her tonight back in LA.”

  “What did you just say?” I asked with deadly calm and snapped my fingers at Kenzie who was waiting nearby. “I need a pen.”

  “Some big shot politician guy needs his house in LA redecorated?” He phrased it as a question and the bottom dropped out of my stomach.

  “You and the guys get on the next plane back to LA. Where is this meeting being held?”

  “At his house in the Hollywood hills. She was all excited saying this would be her big break in the design world.”

  “It’s not. It’s a trap. That bastard knows about my son and he’s after him next.” I heard Kenzie gasp and curses flying from Ace and Buck. “I don’t have time to deal with you now Justin, but I swear to God if anything happens to my son, you better run far and fast because I won’t just fire you. I. Will. End. You.”

  I hung up the phone. Kenzie already had her machine out and checking all the flights coming in from Iowa. “There’s no telling what flight she was on unless I get her name and hack into all the airlines coming out of that airport.”

  “Do it,” I replied gruffly then added a “please,” in a softer tone.

  “There are four different airlines that fly out of that airport. It could take me awhile.”

  “Why don’t we go and grab your explosives while you two track down the missing kid?” Buck asked.

  “That would be great. They’re in a storage locker. I’ll send the directions to your phone. Here’s the locked number and the combination,” Kenzie said without even looking up. She handed him a piece of scratch paper and input something into her phone. Buck grabbed the paper along with the directions Kenzie was sending to his phone with the location of the weapons and within two minutes the two were out the door.

  I couldn’t believe this was happening. Why didn’t Shelby just listen and stay put like I told her to? She and I had always had a go
od parenting relationship, and I felt like she was part of our family; we always included her as such. But, once this was all over we were reevaluating our custody agreement. I never questioned it before because of my crazy lifestyle, but now? I didn’t care who she was and whatever solid relationship we had was gone. She put my son in danger over a fucking client meeting, and we were definitely going to be having some words with a judge.

  “Found her,” Kenzie yelled triumphantly. “If we hurry we can make it before she gets off the plane.”

  CHAPTER THIRTY-SIX

  KENZIE

  You know how I knew Trey was freaking out? He let me drive to the airport. Actually, he pretty much insisted on it, by tossing me the keys and hopping in the passenger seat. I kept wondering how Shelby could do this, knowing that there was a threat and seeing that more than half the family had been declared missing? All to get ahead in her career. Again, just knowing the other three kids were kidnapped would be enough to keep your kid hidden, no? And why the fuck did she not just leave the boy in the hands of the GTT men and take off herself then? This whole thing made me sick.

  We made it to LAX in record time and Trey bought two tickets for some random flight so we could get through security and wait for her at the gate.

  A little tiny brunette with a small boy who looked about three came walking out of the gate and threw her hands up in frustration.

  “I should have known he would call you,” she groaned. The mask of fury on Trey’s face only got worse as he looked at the petulant woman.

  “You. You’re coming with me. We need to talk. In private.”

  His face softened as he scooped up the little brown haired boy and gave him a death-grip hug. “Hey Mikey. I need to talk to mommy for a minute, okay?” He looked over at me and pointed. “This is my friend Kenzie. You know what she likes?”

  Mikey shook his head “what?” He asked in the sweetest little toddler voice I had ever heard.