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“You scared me outta my fuckin’ mind,” Wolfe growled, thrusting his hand through his hair.
Amy watched him closely, hating that she’d put that fear in his eyes. It was true, she had slipped outside, wandered over to the side of the building, and sat on the stone wall that surrounded the air conditioning unit. It was a secluded spot where Donna would sneak out to smoke from time to time. Amy knew no one would see her from the parking lot, so she’d felt safe there, hidden. But she had only gone out there because she had needed a few minutes to herself. With so many people asking her if she was okay, she had felt like her brain was going to explode. It didn’t help that everyone seemed to be focused on her, the worry making her feel like an outcast.
“I’m sorry,” she whispered. And she was. Truthfully, she hadn’t gone far and she definitely hadn’t intended to send everyone into a panic. “I didn’t realize y’all were lookin’ for me. And I couldn’t hear you because the air conditioner was so loud.”
“I know,” Wolfe said softly.
“I really am sorry.”
“Don’t apologize,” Wolfe rumbled. “I’m not blamin’ you.” He took a step closer, then another until he was close enough to touch her. “I’m just tellin’ you how I felt when I couldn’t find you.”
Amy watched as his eyes locked with hers.
“I can’t lose you, Amy,” he whispered roughly. “You and Rhys… Y’all are my everything. I want you to understand that.”
She did. How could she not? The man’s emotions were written on his face. Every time he touched her, kissed her … Amy could feel it.
“I never meant for this to happen,” she told him, holding his stare. “Never wanted it.”
Wolfe pulled her into his arms. “I know that, darlin’. God, I know. And if I could make it all go away, I would.”
Wrapping her arms around him, Amy held on. She felt safe with Wolfe and Rhys. But at the same time, it terrified her that she might lose them. With Kelly out there… She knew what he was capable of. She had lived it. And he had told her that she would not live without him. She knew what that meant.
And any second now, she expected him to make good on that promise.
The worst part … Amy was terrified something would happen to Wolfe or Rhys. At that point, her life would be over.
And she feared Kelly knew that.
Which meant the nightmare would continue until they found him.
Until they stopped him.
Lynx had so much on his mind, so many things he wanted to say to Reagan, but he couldn’t make his voice work. Instead, he had settled on showing her.
Which was the very reason he had carried her inside, never wanting to let go. Even now as he stripped them both, his mouth sliding over her smooth, warm skin, he couldn’t seem to break away from her.
“Lynx,” she moaned softly when he sucked one nipple into his mouth, pulling her closer as he laid her back on the bed.
“I fuckin’ love when you say my name.” He would never tire of it, not if he lived to be two hundred.
When he tried to kiss down her body, Reagan’s fingers tugged roughly on his hair, pulling a rough groan from his chest, the sensation making his dick throb.
“Inside me,” she insisted roughly. “Right. Now.”
He grinned, unable to refuse her anything.
Sitting back on his knees, Lynx rolled the condom over his length, watching the sexy woman laid out before him. Her eyes were traveling over his body, leaving heat in their wake.
“Turn over,” he commanded, meeting her gaze.
The sexy grin she shot him had electrical sparks igniting beneath his skin.
Reagan Trevino on all fours before him was a sight to behold, there was no doubt about that.
However, he had something else in mind.
Wrapping one arm around her waist and one hand around his dick, he pulled her back so that she was kneeling before him, her back pressed to his chest. He brushed the sensitive head of his cock against her entrance.
“Lynx,” she hissed, her hips pushing back against him. “Don’t tease me.”
He chuckled softly. “Trust me, girl, I ain’t teasin’.”
Lynx pulled her hips back, the head of his dick pushing inside her as he kept her body as close to his as he could manage. He groaned as the hot sheath of her pussy engulfed him.
Before he could work himself into her slowly, Reagan eased down on him, his cock sliding in deeper.
“Fuck,” he groaned, wrapping both arms around her and holding her to him. “You feel so fuckin’ good. So goddamn good.” He rocked her forward, then pulled her down on him until he was lodged balls deep in her sweet pussy. “Now fuck me, Reagan,” he ordered.
She began rocking back against him, the friction of her pussy making his head spin. He ran his lips over her neck, sucking and nipping while she took what she needed. He wasn’t in a rush, so he kept her wrapped tightly in his arms, allowing very little movement. It was enough though. It was fucking perfect.
That didn’t last long as Reagan writhed, trying to take more of him, seemingly as desperate as he was. When Reagan began rocking faster, Lynx thrust harder, deeper. While their bodies slapped together, Lynx held on, sliding one hand down the smooth, taut skin of her belly, seeking her clit with his thumb.
“Oh, God … Lynx.”
“I’m gonna make you come,” he insisted. “Then I’m gonna fuck you some more.”
Reagan moaned, long and loud.
“That what you want? Me to fuck you all night? Buried in your sweet pussy?”
“God, yes,” she whispered roughly.
Lynx pressed his thumb against her clit, circling the swollen bundle of nerves while Reagan writhed against him.
“Oh, shit…” she cried out. “Lynx … I’m gonna…”
“Come for me, girl.”
Her body tensed and Lynx pumped his hips, fucking her with shallow strokes while she rode out her first climax. When she relaxed slightly, he released the tight grip he had on her body and followed her down so that he was kneeling behind her, his cock still buried to the hilt inside her wet heat.
Gripping her hips, he began fucking her deeper, pulling out slowly, then pushing in again. Over and over, he kept a slow, leisurely pace, the friction of her body against his cock the greatest feeling on earth.
“More,” she begged. “Harder.”
Lynx retreated, then drove in deeper, harder, leaning over her so that his chest was once again pressed against her back, his hips driving forward, back. His pace increased with the urgency of her moans. He sucked the sensitive skin of her neck into his mouth. He didn’t give a shit if he marked her. Hell, he wanted that. He wanted the fucking world to know that she belonged to him.
The longer he fucked her, the more tension eased from his body until he was nothing more than one sensation after another. Pure feeling.
“Stop,” Reagan insisted.
Lynx’s hips stilled instantly, his head spinning. He wasn’t sure what was happening.
She tossed her hair back and grinned at him over her shoulder.
“I wanna be on top,” she said, that sexy smirk making his cock jerk inside her.
The next thing he knew, Lynx was sitting up against the headboard while Reagan was straddling his hips, taking him inside her body once more.
“Now, kiss me,” she demanded, her lips coming over his.
Lynx did. He kissed her, holding her to him while she rode his cock.
She nipped his lower lip and he hissed, his cock jerking.
“Keep that up and I’m gonna come,” he informed her.
“That’s what I’m hopin’ for.”
“Yeah?” God, he loved this woman.
“Oh, yeah. I want you to lose control for me,” she whispered against his mouth.
“Trust me. You don’t want that.”
Reagan pulled back, her eyes meeting his. “Yeah. I do.”
“You don’t know what you’re askin’ for, girl.”
And Lynx knew she really didn’t. Because she was right. He had been holding back.
But one day, he would unleash on her.
And at that point, he would make her his in every possible way.
The rough rasp of Lynx’s voice had Reagan watching him closely. She was trying to read between the lines. She knew better than to push him, to ask for things she probably couldn’t handle. However, it was what she wanted. She’d been denying herself this for so long. Now that she had him, she never wanted to let him go.
It was the exact thought she’d had when she’d seen him talking to Tammy. She hadn’t been jealous that he was talking to his ex. No, that wasn’t the exact emotion she’d felt. It was more along the lines of possession. She wanted Lynx to be hers, the same way she was his. It was in that moment that Reagan realized she was going to go at this thing between them with all she had. No holding back.
“I want everything,” she told him, her hips dropping down, his cock pushing in deep once again.
He filled her so perfectly.
Lynx shook his head, lifting her off him, then pulling her hips forward and burying himself deep again. “When that happens, I’m gonna claim you in every fuckin’ way I can.”
She cocked one dark eyebrow, daring him. “And how do you plan to do that?”
Lynx slid one hand down over her ass, his finger sliding between her legs. He brushed his fingertip against her asshole.
Reagan sucked in air, the sensations slamming into her as he teased the hypersensitive flesh. She moaned, her eyes closing.
“You want me to fuck you here?” he asked, his voice rough. “To take your ass? To make you beg for more?”
Reagan’s breath rushed in and out of her lungs.
“You ever been fucked here?” he asked, the blunt tip of his finger pushing against her anus.
She shook her head.
“You want me to fuck you here? To claim you the way no one ever has or ever will? No one besides me?”
Somehow she managed to nod. “Yes.”
Lynx growled, jerking her forward again, taking control although she was on top of him.
Another orgasm was building, this one stronger than the first. She rocked against him, allowing him to control the motion as much as she could.
“Lynx…” She was so close. “Oh, God.”
Crushing her mouth to his, Reagan let herself go. Her orgasm slammed into her in a rush of heat and light. And when he growled into her mouth, his hands tightening on her hips, his body going rigid against her, she knew he was coming, too. In fact, his climax triggered another, and she was coming again, her pussy clenching around him.
His hand cupped the back of her head as he kissed her, the intensity shifting from boil to simmer as his tongue slid against hers.
There was no doubt about it, this man might be looking to claim her body in ways he hadn’t yet, but Reagan knew he had claimed her heart.
In ways she’d never thought possible.
“Sir, I’m gonna need your license and registration,” the officer demanded as he loomed over the driver’s-side window.
The guy was big. Impossibly so. Kelly couldn’t tell for sure, but he had to be a good six and a half feet tall. Black as night and solid as a fucking brick wall. This guy clearly took his job seriously. No donuts for him.
“Do you even know who I am?” Kelly demanded when the officer continued to stare down at him.
The cop’s expression didn’t change. “No, sir. But if you’ll provide license and registration, I’m sure I can figure it out for myself.”
When Kelly had seen the red and blue lights in his rearview mirror about a mile back he’d been pissed. Of all nights to get pulled over… This was the last damn thing he needed.
As it was, he was only a few miles from his destination, and having his name go on record for being this close to Embers Ridge wasn’t going to work out for him. It meant that his plan for the night had been shot to hell.
Unless…
Kelly could always state that he was following a lead on the Southern Boy Mafia. He’d had a conversation with his FBI friend, who had informed him that the Adorites were being tracked to central Texas. Apparently they were looking to set up shop down there. Kelly thought it was bullshit, but then his buddy had informed him that they’d trailed one of the sisters to Embers Ridge, of all places. Of course, that had put Kelly on edge at the time. Seriously. What were the odds? But now that he thought about it, that could be the very excuse he needed to be here.
“Sir. License and registration,” the cop demanded, his white teeth flashing in his dark face.
Kelly glanced down at the name tag on the man’s shirt. SMITH.
“Look, Officer Smith,” Kelly said, trying to keep his tone firm. “I’m actually in a hurry here. I’m following a lead.”
The big man didn’t move. He continued to stare him down. “A lead?”
Kelly sighed. “My name is Kelly Jackson.”
The man’s dark eyebrow lifted. Evidently he didn’t recognize his name. Stupid fuck.
“I’m the Houston police chief,” he explained.
Still no recognition in the guy’s eyes.
If they weren’t on a deserted stretch of road in the middle of the damn night, Kelly might’ve been tempted to get out and make a scene, but as it was, there was a sense of foreboding that continued to dance up and down his spine the longer he sat there.
“Look, Officer, I don’t mean to make your job difficult. It’s just that this is a hot lead and I have to follow it.”
“Once we get this outta the way,” the officer said firmly, “then you can do your thing. Now, license and registration. Please.”
Okay, this was bullshit.
“You don’t mind if I call to confirm your badge number?” Kelly suggested, watching the man closely.
“Do what you need to do,” the officer replied.
Before he could get his phone out, another set of headlights appeared behind them, a good mile or so back. Kelly watched, waiting for them to get closer. Perhaps this was the distraction that he needed.
“Actually, Officer…” Kelly pushed the door open as the headlights neared.
The officer took one step back, his dark eyes still focused on every move Kelly made. He paid no attention to the headlights approaching.
Kelly took his time getting out, allowing the vehicle to get even closer. He was armed and ready, knowing in a second he could have this situation turned in his favor. He just needed a few more…
Rather than pass, the car pulled up behind the squad car.
Kelly’s eyes darted up to the officer’s face. That’s when he noticed the man was smiling.
“What the hell is going on here?” Kelly snapped, reaching for his gun.
Before he got the holster released, pain smashed into his face from the big guy’s fist.
“Not tonight, you don’t,” he heard the officer say as the darkness threatened to pull him under. “Kelly Jackson, it’s time you pay for your sins. And I’m happy to tell you, the devil’s waitin’.”
Strong hands released his gun from his holster, then patted him down, relieving him of the backup at his ankle and the knife he kept on the opposite ankle.
He heard the sound of footsteps, his head pounding. Kelly pretended to be out cold, not wanting them to know he was still conscious.
“Mr. Adorite is waiting, Rock,” a voice said. “I’ll take the car. Dispose of it.”
“Better get a move on,” the officer said. “Before we get any traffic down this way.”
“Understood.”
A second later, Kelly felt himself being shifted over onto his stomach. Before he had the sense to fight, his hands were yanked behind his back and something wrapped tightly around them. He jerked quickly, but it did no good. The man’s hold was too strong.
“You won’t get away with this,” Kelly demanded, rage boiling beneath his skin. “I am the goddamn law. No one is above me. I’ll hang your ass out to dry.”
“Oh, we’ve already gotten away with it,” the man referred to as Rock grumbled, tightening his grip as he shackled his hands behind his back. “This is just the fun part.”
“Fuck you,” Kelly growled. “I’m the goddamn chief of police.”
“No,” the man rumbled close to his ear. “You’re a fuckin’ monster who preys on women. But don’t worry, you’ll be in hell soon enough.”
Before he could yell, the man grabbed his head and slammed it into the concrete.
This time, the darkness won out.