GRAY WOLF SECURITY, Texas: The Complete 6-Books Series

by Glenna Sinclair

  Damn, he knew what he was doing!

  He went back and forth from my inner thighs to my clit to my lips to my clit. I finally reached down and buried my fingers in his hair, encouraging him to stay in one place. He did, happy to dance his tongue around my clit until I couldn’t stand anymore. I fell, landing in a heap on the floor of the small stall, my legs tangled in his body. He laughed, drawing me close to him. We kissed for a moment and I could taste myself on him. I could taste the warmth of my own body on the tip of his tongue. It was a sensation I’d never experienced before.

  After a moment, he pulled us both back to our feet and grabbed the complimentary soap the motel had provided, giving us both a quick, cursory once over. Then he turned off the water and climbed out, drying himself quickly before reaching back in for me. He was so thoughtful, so considerate of my needs. It occurred to me to argue when he carried me to the bed and rubbed the thin complimentary lotion into my skin, but I was so enjoying his pampering that I just couldn’t bring myself to stop it.

  “We should get some sleep,” he said, turning out the lights before he climbed into bed beside me. I rolled into him, sliding my hands over his chest, his hip. He kissed the top of my head as he lay back, careful to keep his hands to himself. I found myself wondering if I’d done something to make him think I wasn’t interested in continuing what we’d been doing in the shower. Or maybe he was tired?

  But then my hand wandered down over his cock and it was pretty obvious that he wasn’t that tired.

  “Tell me how to please you,” I said.

  “Brooks, you don’t have to—”

  “I know. I want to.”

  He was quiet for a moment, his hand wrapping itself around mine to keep me from stroking his shaft. Then he, almost reluctantly, explained what I should do.

  I pushed the covers away and kissed my way down his chest, his belly, running my tongue briefly around his navel. He groaned, his hands moving from mine, one coming to rest on the top of my head. I’d read about this. Even had a girlfriend in high school who tried to show me how it was done with a carrot. But this…I wasn’t sure I could do this without inflicting some sort of injury. But I wanted to try.

  I flicked my tongue over the tip of his cock and he cried out, his fingers digging into my scalp.

  “It’s sensitive there, babe,” he grunted.

  “Sorry.”

  “Just…be gentle.”

  I glanced at him, but his eyes weren’t on me. They were on the ceiling. I wasn’t sure why, but when I touched him again and he jumped, I had an idea. I was careful, sliding my tongue slowly around the bottom edge of his cock as I slipped my lips over the tip. It was softer than I expected, almost silky. And warm. And there was this pulse that was pounding against my lips.

  I took him slowly, not sure how much to take or how deep to allow it to go. But his hand on the back of my head was a good guide, urging me on. After a minute, I guess I had it right because he let go of me and ran his hand slowly down my back, over my ass. I loved the feel of his hands on my body, but I was more interested in the taste of him in my mouth now. I wasn’t sure I could ever do something quite like this, but the knowledge that I was giving him something even half as amazing as what he’d done for me in the bathroom was more than enough incentive.

  It was almost clinical at first, but then…his fingers were touching me again and he was making these soft sounds that were like music to a deaf person. I felt like a kid who’d just been given the keys to a Camaro. I took as much of him as I could handle, and he moaned, and that made me want to take more. And when I touched him, when I ran my fingers over his balls, teasing them in their warm sack, he made a sound that made my own juices run faster than if he’d had my clit caught between his fingers.

  He pulled me closer to him, lifting my hips so that he could reach me. Just as he’d done in the shower, he nibbled at my outer lips and ran his tongue along my inner lips. I moaned and the sound vibrated against his cock. He made a matching sound and I could feel it deep in my belly.

  He only lasted a moment or two more, which was about as long as I was going to make it. He suddenly sat up, pulling away from me while lifting me, tossing me against the mattress. He was on top of me, sliding inside of me, before I even knew what was going on. His touch, deep inside of me, was heavenly after all the play. I wrapped my legs around his waist, unconcerned with the bruises on my back, with the danger we were potentially in, with anything other than the feel of his cock deep inside of me and his lips sliding over mine. I buried my fingers in his hair, tugging him ever closer to me. And he, in turn, buried his fingers in my ass, pulling me into his rhythm, encouraging me to move with him. And I did, not because of his encouragement, but because it felt like heaven.

  When he came inside of me, I was already riding the wave of my own pleasure, but there was something about feeling the tension in his body, of hearing his sounds of pleasure bursting from between his lips. I held him as close as I could, rolling with him, another wave building even as he was falling from his own cliff. And when it was done, he rolled to the side, but held me close, our limbs intertwined as if we were always meant to be one, not two.

  I’d thought earlier that it would be difficult to sleep tonight after all that had happened. But with his arms around me, our legs still wrapped together, my head resting on his chest, I fell asleep quickly and slept like a child without a care in the world.

  It was the best sleep I’d gotten in a very long time.

  Chapter 15

  Elliott

  She was awake when I woke the next morning. It was a little later than I’d intended for it to be, the sun already high in the sky when I finally opened my eyes. She was watching me, her fingers playing in the hair falling over my forehead.

  “Morning,” she said softly.

  “Hi.”

  I leaned over and kissed her cheek lightly, wondering how long she’d been awake and if the bruises on her back had caused her trouble. I climbed out of the bed and padded to the bathroom, shivering in the air-conditioned air. When I returned, she was still curled against the pillowed, the thin blankets pulled up to her shoulders.

  “You okay?” I asked, falling back onto the bed beside her. “Do you want me to go find some aspirin?”

  “No. I’m okay.”

  “Sure?” I rolled onto my side to see her face. “It might help.”

  “It’s been worse.”

  That wasn’t something I particularly wanted to know.

  I rolled onto my back and threw my arm over my eyes, realizing that I hadn’t told her Kipling’s deal last night. I should have.

  “There’s something we should discuss,” I said slowly.

  “Can it wait? I’d rather enjoy this little bit of fantasy for a while longer.”

  I peeked at her. “Fantasy?”

  “Yeah. You, me. This room. Silence. No reality intruding.”

  “Hmmm…” I rolled toward her again, slipping a finger under the top edge of the blankets, tugging them down a little. “I think I could handle that.”

  She laughed, tugging the blankets back into place. “I wasn’t suggesting more of that. I was just…we haven’t had much of a chance to talk since all this started. I thought we could just get to know each other a little better.”

  “Uh oh.”

  “What?”

  “That’s usually what a girl says when she wants more than just a few dinner dates. That’s usually when I suddenly stop answering phone calls and texts.”

  “That’s not nice!” She smacked my arm. “The least you could do is break a girl’s heart face to face.”

  “Maybe.”

  “There’s no maybe about it.” She turned toward me, her fingers playing over the fine hair on my chest. “You don’t really do that, do you?”

  Her hair was falling around her face, thick and heavy, framing her gorgeous features like a halo, except her halo was dark rather than golden. But I liked it. I liked the way it made her skin look lik
e the cream that rises to the top of a can of fresh milk. And the way it made her pale eyes look even paler.

  “I’m not a nice guy, Brooks. I don’t know why you’re here with me.”

  “Because you saved me.”

  “I was doing a job.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t believe that.”

  I tucked her hair behind her ear. “You want to know about me? I was dating a kindergartner teacher, nicest woman in the world, but then she asked a question like the one you just asked and I told her I was going to the Middle East for six months and I might call her when I got back. Then I ran into her at the grocery store not two days later.”

  “That’s…that’s just mean.”

  “I thought it was the easiest way to end things. I didn’t want to hurt her feelings.”

  “Didn’t you like her?”

  “Yeah, I liked her. But I made a sort of vow that I wouldn’t get involved with anyone. Ever.”

  “Ever? Why would you make a vow like that?”

  There was this look of utter disbelief on her face that was so deliciously naïve that I reached up and kissed her lightly. I’d never been quite that naïve, but a part of me wished I had been.

  “The world is not always a kind place. And I’m not looking to get my heart broken again.”

  “Then why are you here with me?”

  That was a question I didn’t particularly want to ask myself, let alone answer. I turned my head to the wall, thinking that might be answer enough for her, but I forgot just how innocent she really was.

  “Elliott? What did your ex-wife do to you?”

  And there was the real question, wasn’t it?

  “It wasn’t just my wife. It was my mother, too.”

  “Your mother?”

  I reached up and scratched my nose, my thoughts going down a path they hadn’t traveled in a very long time. All the times my mother told me to lie to my father when he came home from his long travels, telling him that there hadn’t been in visitors to our little apartment, that she hadn’t driven me across town and made me sit out in the car while she visited with her “friend.” That I hadn’t seen her kiss a man that she told me was her long lost cousin from Alabama.

  “My father was a long-haul trucker. And my mother…she was not the kind of woman who liked being alone. So she sought out company just about anywhere she could find it, even with my male teachers, the next-door neighbor, the milk man. I grew up watching her flirt with every man who crossed her path, always looking to get what she couldn’t have. That sort of thing…it does things to a man’s head.”

  “I imagine.”

  “I told myself that I would find one woman and I’d be content with her company for the rest of my life. No sleeping around, no flitting from woman to woman. Just one woman. And when I found her…she was more like my mother than I cared to admit.”

  Brooks sat up, the blankets falling from her shoulders and pooling in her lap. She had no idea what the sight of her beautiful, full, naked breasts did to me. I rolled toward her and tugged the blanket up, not sure I could handle looking at her beautiful body while we had this conversation.

  “How did you find out? That your wife was cheating?”

  I snorted. “She didn’t try to hide it. I was active military at the time, but every chance I had to come home, I did, and I’d find little bits of evidence everywhere. In the house, the car. And when I confronted her, she acted like it was my fault for leaving her.”

  “I’m sorry.”

  “It’s not your fault, Brooks.” I took her hand and slipped my fingers through hers. “I made bad choices.”

  “But that doesn’t mean you can’t find happiness somewhere else.”

  I shook my head. “People cheat. People lie. And I can’t trust people who do those things.”

  “But you say that like you think you can’t trust anyone.”

  I didn’t answer, but I knew she could see through my silence. She stared at me, her eyes so big and round that they reminded me of an anime drawing. I almost couldn’t stand to look at them. I studied the back of her hand instead, running my fingers over her silky skin, over the bruises on her wrist that were just beginning to show the faint outline of green that came with age.

  “That’s really sad, Elliott. That’s a sad way to live your life.”

  “It’s reality. The world is not a happy place.”

  “But that doesn’t mean you can’t find a little happiness in it.”

  “Did you?” I looked up at her again. “You married Alvarez because you thought he was the answer to your prayers. But did he make you happy? Did getting what you wanted make you happy?”

  She shook her head almost methodically. “No. But I thought his money could make me happy. It had little to do with him.”

  “But it didn’t. And now you’re running from an abusive gangster who would just as soon shoot you as anything else.”

  “I didn’t marry for love.”

  “I did. But it didn’t turn out much better for me.”

  Tears filled her eyes. She rolled her head back and looked up at the ceiling, taking a couple of deep breaths. I sat up, ran my hand over her throat before sliding my fingers into her hair and forcing her to look at me.

  “You are still so innocent, so naïve. To you, the world is still a good place and that’s wonderful. I wish I could see things the way you do. But I don’t.”

  “It’s a choice.”

  “It’s not. It’s reality.”

  She focused on me for a long second, anger suddenly jumping in her eyes. “Then why are you here with me? Why did you bother to take me away from there if you had no intention of being with me?”

  “Brooks—”

  She pulled away, climbing out of the bed in such a rush she nearly tripped over the blankets that tangled around her ankles. But she freed herself and marched across the room to the bathroom, butt naked and looking so beautiful that it nearly took my breath away.

  “Brooks, come back here.”

  She slammed the door, and I could hear her moving around inside, making as much noise as she could as she went about whatever it was she was doing. I waited, not sure what else to do. She’d have to come out eventually.

  Didn’t she?

  When she didn’t come out after a good ten minutes, I got up and knocked on the door.

  “Brooks! Open the door!”

  When she didn’t answer right away, I pounded on the thin door.

  “Brooks, please!”

  She opened the door, brushing past me, fully dressed with her hair once again twisted into that ever-present braid. She moved around the room like a whirlwind, straightening the blankets on the bed and picking up the comforter that got thrown to the floor during the night.

  “Brooks, why are you doing this?”

  “Why am I doing this?” She stared at me as if I’d grown a second head or something. “I left that house with you. I walked away from a situation that, while not ideal, was beneficial. And now…I don’t know what I’m going to do. He’ll blackball me at all the restaurants in town. And the deal we made is as good as gone.”

  “He wasn’t going to fulfill his end of the bargain, you know that. When he was done with you, he would have just tossed you aside. He wouldn’t have given you anything.”

  “Maybe. But at least Jimmy would have been safe and cared for until that happened.”

  “Without you? You saw how seeing you changed his situation. What good is all the therapy in the world if he didn’t have you there?”

  “That’s not the point!” She raised up on her toes as if standing taller would help make me understand her argument better. “I left there because I trusted you. But now I find out you don’t trust me.”

  “That’s not what I said.”

  “It is.”

  She was right. It was exactly what I said. But it sounded so bad as she said it back to me that I wanted to take it all back. At the same time, I knew I couldn’t.

  Pe
ople lie. People cheat. That’s been my mantra for so long, I’m not sure I could change it if I wanted to. And the fact was, it was the truth. She was married, wasn’t she? Yet, here she was with me. And what did that make me?

  We’re all liars. We’re all cheaters.

  I went into the bathroom and pulled on my own clothes, feeling exposed watching her move around the room, fully clothed. As I sat in a chair to pull on my shoes, I cleared my throat.

  “Alvarez is pressing charges against me, saying I took you out of his home at gunpoint. He’s saying that I kidnapped you.”

  “He’s just trying to hurt you.”

  “Yes, well, the cops will be after us very soon. And when they find us, Alvarez will be right behind.”

  She sat on the edge of the bed, her back to me. “So what do we do?”

  “My friends at Gray Wolf have been talking to a cop. He told them that the Austin Police Department has been trying to build a case against Alvarez for several years. They want to know if you’d be willing to sit down and talk to them, share some of the things about his comings and goings that you might know.”

  “They want me to testify against Juan?”

  “You’re the best chance they have of getting him.”

  She didn’t say anything. I watched her; I watched how she sat perfectly straight, her shoulders unbent. There was strength in her that I greatly admired. She was what my dad used to refer to as a pistol. A strong woman who kept everyone around her on his or her toes.

  “Do I have time to think about it?”

  “I’m supposed to call in this morning. Probably should have already called.”

  She was quiet a moment longer. “Will my testimony help you, too?”

  I wasn’t sure what my answer should be. Would she do it if she knew I would walk free afterward? I stood up, crossing to the bedside table to retrieve the gun I’d stowed there.

  “It will.”

  “Okay,” she said softly. “I’ll do it.”