He pulled her into his arms and kissed her. He practically ripped the pajamas off her when she reached for the towel around his waist, pulled it loose, and dropped it to the floor. His cock was so hard for her it ached. When she wrapped her hot hand around it and smiled up at him, he thought he would embarrass himself by coming right then.
“I think you need a cold shower,” he said against her lips, his voice trembling as he fought for control.
“All I need is you, Colt.”
That was all the encouragement he needed. He picked her up and entered the shower stall with her, turning the water on after setting her on her feet. Cupping her face in his hands, he pressed his lips to hers and kissed her as if he’d never see her again. The thought was severe in his mind because he knew, after this morning, he never would. It would all be over. Done. He swallowed hard, pushing the thought from his mind and gazed down into her eyes.
“You intoxicate me, Bella. I’m so drunk on you.”
Isabella moaned as the hot water slid down over her. Mont picked up the soap and once he had a good lather, he started washing her back and down over her ass. His lips pressed to her neck and shoulder, caressing her sweet skin.
“You have the most amazing body,” he whispered alongside her ear before sucking the lobe into his mouth, grating it sensually with his teeth. He traced the shell of her ear before he ran his tongue lightly down her neck to her shoulder. “I can’t get enough of you.”
His slick hands moved around to the front of her and up over her breasts. Her nipples peaked under his palms. He moved one hand down her flat stomach to her strip of curls and slipped a finger between her folds. Her head fell back on his shoulder as he rubbed her clitoris between his fingers. Isabella put her hand over his and pressed it tighter against her. Grinding against his hand, he felt when she came because it hit her so hard her knees buckled. Mont kept his one arm wrapped around her waist so she wouldn’t fall to the floor of the shower.
While she was trying to catch her breath, he bent her forward and inched into her still trembling body from behind. She groaned as he filled her. He held still for a few seconds, and then started moving in and out of her. She placed her hands against the wall and moved her hips, meeting his thrusts. Grasping her hips with his hands, he started moving faster and harder against her. She moaned his name as he pounded into her. He felt her inner muscles clenching around his cock and her body shake as she came again.
“Bella, sweetheart, I’m coming,” he told her with a groan while moving against her harder, making her come again until they both nearly fell to the floor.
* * * *
Isabella knew she should still be angry with Colt, but she loved this man so much. She didn’t know what today was going to bring and wanted to put it off for as long as possible. She turned in his arms to kiss him, tracing her lips along his freshly shaven jaw and down his neck to his muscled chest. She lightly scraped her nails down his chest, making him hiss in a breath.
Wanting to please him the way he had her so many times, she dropped to her knees in front of him, took his shaft in her hand, and kissed the head. Colt moaned her name, pleasing her. She slowly ran her tongue around the shaft, from the tip to the base. He spread his legs to give him a steadier stance while tangling his fingers in her wet hair. She took him deep into her mouth and gently sucked. Glancing up at him, she noted how his eyes closed and she knew he was trying to control himself. Further enticing him, she ran her tongue along the groove on the head of his hard cock. Colt groaned her name as if in pain.
Suddenly, he grabbed her under her arms and lifted her up, pushing her back against the coolness of the shower wall and thrust into her with a rough urgency. Wrapping her legs around his hips, and her arms around his shoulders, she hung on for dear life as he pounded into her. She put her lips to his shoulder and tenderly bit him, making him grunt.
Placing her hands on his head, she pulled his face to hers as she came and moaned into his mouth. Colt pulled back and stared into her eyes. He didn’t look away or even close his eyes as he came inside of her. She could feel him throbbing and pulsing inside her and she reveled in the sensation.
Spent, Colt rested his forehead against hers, his chest heaving with the after-effects of their passion. Unwinding her legs from around him, she dropped her feet to the shower floor. She took the soap in her hands and first washed him and then herself while he silently watched her every move. After she finished and rinsed clean, she gave him a sweet loving kiss and stepped from the shower. She wrapped a towel around her and left through the door leading to her bedroom, closing the door softly behind her without a word or glance back at him.
* * * *
Mont stood in the shower alone, wishing things were different. A single tear rolled down his cheek. His heart was aching as it had never done before. He waited a few minutes after she left before stepping from the shower. He glanced toward the closed door to her room and realized it had happened. He’d fallen in love with Isabella Lofton. Why was it a surprise? He’d loved her before he’d actually met her. He knew he was in trouble any time he looked at her photo. How was he going to do what he had to do and go on? He’d wanted this for so long. He couldn’t stop now, not being this close. Way too close.
Mont wanted to put his fist through the door. He wanted to go into her room, grab her in his arms, and spirit her away to safety, to a place where it could be just them. How he wished he could do just that. If only things were different…no, damn it, things weren’t different. He was about to succeed at something he’d had as a goal for years. Years! No matter how much he wanted Isabella, loved Isabella, he had to finish this.
Taking a deep breath, he braced himself against the emotions he imagined roiling on the other side of the door. He exhaled, reaching for the doorknob. He stepped into her bedroom. Isabella was there, crying on the bed. He walked toward the bed, took a seat alongside her and pulled her into his arms. Isabella slid her arms around his shoulders. Pressing kisses against her neck, he pulled the towel from around her and stood.
Isabella was the woman he wanted in his life for however long or short it was to be. She looked up at him, tears glistening in her eyes. He slid his hands along her legs until he reached her ankles, and then he pulled her to the edge of the bed. Dropping to his knees, he settled between her legs and heard her gasp as he stroked his tongue up along one silky thigh, and then the other until he reached the soft curls covering the treasure he sought. He dipped his tongue inside her wet, hot folds until he reached her clitoris. He felt her hands clasp his head and her fingers pull passionately at his hair. He pushed her legs further apart and feasted on her. Moving her legs over his shoulders, he sucked and licked at her until she moaned and squirmed.
He watched her succumbing to the frenzy of her passion. Isabella grabbed a pillow and covered her face, muffling her screams as she came. Wanting to give her more, Mont sucked harder on her clitoris while inserting two fingers inside her. He felt her inner muscles clenching around them as she came again, groaning deep in her throat. His desire for her now made his cock achingly hard, but this was for her. Moving up over her body, he kissed her nipples. Gazing into her eyes, he pressed his lips to hers, kissing her hard and deep.
Without a word, he stood, stared down at her beautiful face, heaving chest, and flushed body. She was so beautiful. Closing his eyes, he committed the image of her there permanently to his memory, and then returned to the bathroom, closing the door between them.
After dressing, Mont strolled into the kitchen like it was any ordinary day. There he found Barkley, Dayton, and Smitty sitting at the table. He headed to the coffee pot, poured himself a cup, and leaned a hip against the counter.
“What time do we need to be there?” Mont asked.
“We’ve got about an hour and a half to spare. Drink your coffee. Get something to eat if you’re hungry,” Barkley commented without looking in his direction.
“I’m good,” Mont told him. He couldn’t ignore the look
Dayton was giving him so he raised an inquisitive eyebrow at him.
Dayton smirked but didn’t look away. Mont glanced in Smitty’s direction but noticed the man refused to meet his gaze. Mont gave a grumble.
“What was that for, Raines?” Dayton continued to stare at him.
“Just eager to get going, is all. You got a problem with that, Dayton?”
Dayton snorted. “Why would I have a problem, Raines?”
Barkley looked first at Mont, and then at Dayton. “You two have something you need to settle before we get going? I can’t afford to have you two not paying attention to what you’re doing.” He glared at Dayton.
“We’re fine. I was just giving him a hard time. He looks like he hasn’t slept much lately,” Dayton said, not dropping his gaze from Mont.
“That better be all it is. I’m going to have enough on my mind with killing Lofton without having to worry about the two of you being at each other’s throats,” Barkley growled.
“No problems, boss,” Mont told him as he looked at Dayton and saluted him with his coffee cup. Dayton raised his in return. Mont walked to the table, pulled a chair out, turning it around, straddled it, and drank his coffee. Smitty remained quiet throughout the confrontation.
Barkley let out a bark of laughter. “I can’t believe I’m finally going to get that bastard. It’s been a long time coming.”
“Where are you going to do it?” Those were the first words Smitty had spoken since Mont came into the room.
“I figured I’d just do it right there at his cabin. No one knows he’s going to be there so it’ll be a while before anyone finds him, and by then I’ll be long gone.” Barkley laughed with evil intent. “Perfection.”
Smitty nodded and laughed. “That’s why you’re the boss.”
Barkley burst out laughing. “You got that right. I’m going to enjoy kicking the shit out of him first, and then I’m going to put a bullet in his brain.”
The men joined him in laughter. Mont counted on Barkley to make sure things ran smooth. The only time it ever went wrong was five years ago when Barkley was caught—he got shot. He was usually so quick in mind and body it made it almost impossible to catch him. So many other men with criminal backgrounds wanted to work for him, but never made the cut. Mont had been one of the lucky ones. He’d impressed Barkley and that wasn’t an easy thing to do, but he managed to get in on the inside. It was what he’d wanted, what he’d intended. He was the brains Barkley needed to back him up.
Mont glanced at Barkley. To anyone who didn’t know him, he looked like any corporate executive. He could easily be mistaken for a banker, stockbroker, or politician on the street. The man took pride in his appearance—no cheap suits for Jonas Barkley. He always had to look his best. It didn’t matter if he was going to a meeting or going to kill a man, he was dressed to the nines, and he took pride in it. The thought that the man wore silk ties and Italian shoes when he was contemplating killing someone amazed Mont.
He sipped his coffee as he took in the men around the table. Smitty kept his eyes on his cup and refused to look at Mont at all, while Dayton sat back completely relaxed looking as if he hadn’t a care in the world. Mont could tell Barkley’s mind was working. He’d learned how the man worked from him being in the next cell in prison. Barkley’s brain never seemed to stop.
“Any word on Lewis or Rodgers?” Mont asked, breaking the silence which had descended on the room.
Barkley shook his head. “They either got their asses caught or took off with the loot, or maybe they were in with the feds from the beginning. I don’t know how they all fucked up. All of them.”
“Seems strange to me that Long’s the only one who didn’t get caught,” Dayton interjected.
Barkley glanced at the man, rubbing his neck as if weighing the man’s suggestion. “I agree. I might have to get with Long once this thing with Lofton is over and find out.” He glanced at the clock on the wall, and then his gaze shifted to Mont. “You ready to hit the road?”
Mont nodded, pushed out of his chair, and closed the distance to the sink with two long-legged steps to wash out his cup. He took a deep breath, thinking about the day ahead, and Isabella. Turning from the sink, his gaze met Smitty’s for the first time today. Smitty frowned and slightly shook his head, the motion only noticed by him. Mont gave him a terse nod and moved toward the door. Barkley and Dayton headed out the door ahead of him. He was going to follow them on his bike. If things went wrong, each man was on his own, not waiting for the others. They would all go whichever way they needed to go to escape.
Mont stopped at the doorway and looked toward the living room. He knew he couldn’t see the room his Bella was in, but he knew she was there. Taking a deep breath and letting it out slow, he left the house, suspecting he’d never return. This was it. It was all going to be over today, some way, somehow. It would all go down today, no matter the outcome.
Mont arrived at the cabin ahead of the others. The plan was for him to get to the cabin first and look around the grounds. Barkley had found an aerial view of the cabin on the Internet, which gave them the layout of the cabin and an earth view of the grounds surrounding it. Barkley and Dayton were to stay back at the end of the road until Mont came back to let them know if he’d spotted anyone else around. When Mont arrived at the car, he tapped on the window and enjoyed watching Dayton just about jump out of his skin. Dayton glared up at him through the window before rolling it down. Mont grinned with satisfaction
“All clear. I didn’t see anyone but Lofton. I was able to check the grounds and the rooms inside the cabin. It’s all good,” he told them.
“Let’s get rolling then,” Barkley told Dayton, and then turned to Mont. “Raines, stick around out here in case someone shows up or Lofton decides to run. You have your gun?”
Mont reached behind his back and produced his gun. Barkley nodded and Mont returned the gun to the back waistband of his jeans and pulled his shirt down over it. He hurried off into the woods to wait. He stopped, glancing back at the car and waited until they pulled off toward the cabin. He crouched down, and then ran toward the cabin, all the while hoping there were no complications.
Chapter Seven
Isabella stood at the window staring out of it while tears rolled down her face. She knew Barkley and Colt had left to kill her father. Her body shook and she folded her arms across her chest, hugging herself. She wondered what her father was thinking. She couldn’t believe he was meeting Barkley. She didn’t know where they were meeting, but Barkley wouldn’t go unless it was private. Her mother must be worried to death with both her daughter and now her husband missing. Isabella doubted he told her mother he was leaving. Knowing her father, he just left. She was curious to know how he thought he’d get out with the FBI surrounding him.
Isabella shivered even though she wasn’t cold. So much of her life had changed since the night of the ball. How many weeks ago was that? She’d lost track but it felt like a lifetime.
When she heard Colt’s motorcycle start up, she cried harder. How could he do this knowing how it would destroy her?
Really, Isabella? He’s a criminal. He’s a part of Barkley’s crew. He obviously has no compassion for anyone’s life.
The sound of the door opening surprised her, making her cry out. Turning, she found Smitty standing there. She’d forgotten her own dangerous situation.
“Come with me, Miss Lofton.” He motioned for her to come out of the room, but she didn’t move.
“Why?”
Smitty narrowed his eyes at her. “Just do it.”
“Are you going to kill me?”
He moved toward her, reaching out to grab her arm. She quickly hurried to the far side of the bed away from him. Smitty placed his hands on his hips, and hung his head. He let out a loud audible huff, and then leapt across the bed so fast she wasn’t ready. He caught her. She started to fight him, kicking out at him, but he wrapped his arms around her waist with her back to his chest, and held her tight a
gainst him. She tried kicking backwards, but she couldn’t put enough force into it.
Giving up because she knew she was beat, she stopped fighting, falling limp and hanging her head in despair. She began to sob because she was going to die.
Smitty carried her to the kitchen and dropped her into a chair at the table. He hovered close so she didn’t dare try to run but instead, glared up at him through tears.
“What is this? Are you offering me a last meal?”
Smitty’s mouth twitched as if resisting a smile. “Not quite.”
She stared up at him, fearing what he had planned. When he stepped away from the table, she watched him pick up a cell phone from the counter, and dial a number. As soon as he turned his back on her to talk privately, she jumped to her feet and ran for the door. She managed to reach the front yard before he tackled her. She screamed and fought but Smitty rolled her over, lying on top of her. He grabbed her hands and held them above her head.
“God damn it Isabella! Stop it,” Smitty yelled at her. “If you don’t settle down, I’m going to turn you over my knee.”
Isabella stopped struggling and gazed up into his face. “What?”
“You heard me.” He released her, pushed to his feet, and put a hand out to her. She looked at it and with a moment of hesitation, she placed her hand in his, and he helped her to her feet.
“Did you say you’re going to put me over your knee?” Had she heard him correctly? What kind of criminal threatens to put someone over his knee?
“I’m not going to kill you, Isabella. I’m taking you home.”
“You’re taking me…home? For real? Won’t Barkley be angry at you for that?”
“I really don’t give a shit what Barkley does. I’m taking you home—”
She threw herself into his arms and laughed, perhaps a bit hysterically. Smitty caught her and chuckled. She pulled back and gazed up at him. This was the first time she’d ever seen him grin, and he had a gorgeous smile with straight white teeth, and dimples in his cheeks. He was quite handsome too.
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