Mat Farrell didn’t expect this to go smoothly. Hopeful? Definitely. Realistic about that? Not on his life. Recouping from an injury sustained during the line of duty while on an operation for The Omega Team, he was on leave.
“Sure you don’t need backup?” Co-founder and his boss, Grey Holden asked.
If it came from anyone who’d known of his past with Sheri, he would have thought they were being funny. But coming from Grey, the man was serious when he asked.
No, he wasn’t sure. Backup may be necessary. Then again, it may not do any good if he went in armed to the teeth. The woman he was going to find may not be willing to help him at all. Hell, she may want to hurt him. “I’ll be fine. If it turns out to be more than this hunch, I’ll be in touch.”
“See you do.” Grey was gone.
Mat’s gut told him there was a smuggling ring going on here but he had to be sure, before he called in for an op. He’d been hearing reports of missing children and he had put this area in as being the overlapping radius of it all.
He shoved his phone back in his pocket and stared at the front of the small dive bar, Smitty’s. He took a deep breath and walked inside. Not much had changed in the ten years he’d been gone. Hell, he wouldn’t be surprised if some of the dust bunnies were still the same.
He strode to his target, Sheri Rysk and leaned on the bar beside her, expecting a cold response.
Nothing.
At least I’m no longer like a rutting bull around her. His hormones had calmed.
“Why do you keep looking at me?” she asked.
Her voice sounded deeper and more graveled than he recalled. “You going to pretend you don’t know me? I know it’s been a few years but that time together isn’t something you would forget. I haven’t.”
She blinked with an easy shrug and took another drink. “I’m not pretending.”
His ego felt that one. How could she have forgotten their week of incredible passion? Christ, his cock hardened as he recalled being snug within the wet heat of her pussy. “All those nights?”
She shifted toward him, spreading her legs slightly, as if just teasing him with the temptation to creep between those dusky thighs, slip beyond her panties, through her lips and enjoy the slickness.
Watching him through slitted eyes, she shook her head. “I don’t know you.”
“I do realize it’s been years, but come on now, Sheri. You honestly going to say you don’t know me?”
She cocked an eyebrow and held his gaze.
The tension between them grew. His body suddenly exploded to life, exactly how it used to when around her. Flames licked through his veins. His skin burned as everything within him needed—well, her.
She bent close with the hint of a mocking smile on her lips, offering him an unobstructed view of her plump breasts.
He spotted a new tattoo there, one he wanted to view up close and personally. He remembered her having one on the back of her shoulder, but not one on her breast.
She moved and in the next second, he felt a pressure on his groin. What it was he wasn’t sure but he was positive it wasn’t her hand. He froze, not wanting her to push it forward more and do irreparable harm.
“You seem a bit stiff, perhaps troubled. What’s wrong? I happen to remember you stiff and I thoroughly enjoyed it,” a voice spoke in his ear.
That was the voice he recalled, moaning and screaming his name, years ago. Problem was, it had come to his ears from behind, not in front.
Which meant, the woman who had something on his dick, wasn’t Sheri. I’d been so focused on seeing her again and being happy at the fact that I wasn’t acting like a rutting ass as well. Shocked that I wasn’t acting that way. Now, he knew why he didn’t feel instantly hot for the woman on the bar stool next to him. They hadn’t talked enough back then for him to know if she had a twin or not. All their conversation had been done with physical touch.
“He is under the misconception that he knows me and therefore, he touched me.” The twin clicked her tongue and shook her head. “Right now, I’m trying to decide if I should taze him in the pecker.”
Breasts pressed against his back as a lean strong arm reached around and moved the device away from his dick. He couldn’t stop his sigh of relief. That is nothing I want to go through again.
“Don’t do that, Liz,” Sheri said her breath warm against his cheek as she still stood behind him. “He has a spectacular cock.”
The woman next to him on the bar stool sighed dramatically with a shrug.
When she shifted, he noticed her eyes were not the steely gray ones he remembered but a vibrant turquoise blue.
How did I not notice that before? “Who are you?” He remained locked on the beauty next to him at the bar. “You are almost identical to Sheri.”
“I’m her cousin, Liz.” Her grin was infectious, with no apparent hold over grudge from his previous behavior. “And you’re right, we are almost identical. However, there is one difference.” She shrugged her shoulders. “I’m known as the cute one.”
At this comment, Sheri snorted and snuck between them, straddling his lap.
He bit back a groan at the press of her pussy along his cock.
“No, you’re the bitch one. Now go away.” Sheri shooed her off with one hand, not even looking back to her cousin.
Liz got off the stool and walked away with a wink.
He couldn’t help but smile as she left his sight. Relief mixed with humor being the reasons.
“What are you doing back in my neck of the woods?” Sheri asked.
Her words brought his attention back to her.
She rocked herself on his lap again, those gray eyes heated with blatant desire.
“I need you.”
“Right here or did wanna you rent a room?” she teased.
God, right here would be perfect for him and his rock-hard cock. “While that offer is tempting as hell, I mean businesswise.”
Her expression cooled and she got off his lap. “Of course, you do.”
He’d been the one to leave her and he could see she hadn’t forgotten. Right now, he had to figure out if The Omega Team had to be called in or if he was losing his marbles.
“Well?” Sheri popped some nuts into her luscious mouth and sucked the salt off her index finger in a way that had his dick pressing uncomfortably hard against his jeans.
“Could we go somewhere a bit more private?”
“I’d offer my place but not sure you’d be okay with that.” She licked any remaining salt from her plump lips. “But I would be.”
Heart thundering in his ears as he centered his gaze onto her mouth, he nodded. “That’s fine.”
Mat followed her tight ass out of Smitty’s, waiting as she shared a word with Liz. God, he owed that woman an apology for mistaking her identity and seeming to hit on her.
Liz didn’t seem to be all that upset because she toasted him on his way by.
Outside, he swore once more as Sheri swung her leg over a crotch rocket, hiking up her tight skirt to show off even more of one creamy thigh.
Yeah, I’m in big trouble. Seriously. In. Some. Big. Trouble.