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Over and over, the deep, body-clenching explosions of her orgasm laid waste to shock or disbelief as she gave herself over to a response so violent and extreme that all she could do was let it throw her where it willed.
And just when she thought it would ease, that she could catch her breath, she felt Jack’s cock working through the clenching muscles of her pussy, separating them, stretching them, forcing them to relent and reveal nerve endings so sensitized by her release that it sent out shock waves of additional fiery explosions to destroy her senses.
She was left helpless against his possession, against the hard, powerful thrusts of his hips as he fucked her with pure, dedicated intent on forever marking not just her body, but her soul.
She lay beneath him, her neck exposed to his hungry lips and tongue, perspiration coating her flesh, her moans broken, growing weaker with each peak of release she was pushed to. He drove inside her full length in a series of fast, blinding strokes before he tensed, growling her name as she felt the flexing and brutal throb of his cock with each expulsion of his release.
She had no idea what time it was, and she didn’t care. Exhaustion swamped her, pulling her into the dark comfort of sleep even as she tried to force it back.
“Rest, baby,” he breathed against her lips as he moved, lifting from her, his cock retreating from her body as she gave a little moan of protest.
She felt the blanket he spread over her and told herself she could nap, just for a minute. Then she’d get up. Shower. Try to figure out what had happened.
Though she had a feeling she knew, no matter how she shied from the answer and tried to deny it.
She’d deal with it later. Much later.
CHAPTER TEN
Jack had left Poppy in an exhausted heap, fully expecting to find her at her house waiting for him when he came in that night.
The day had been spent tracking down a small mercenary team reported to have arrived in Barboursville. A five-man, efficient, highly effective team led by a former British Special Forces agent.
This was fucking crazy, he thought when he’d learned the team was there to check into a job being offered in the area for just such a team. For one minute he’d actually wondered if just killing Caine Crossfield and River Dawson would stop whatever the hell was going on in his hometown.
It wouldn’t, though. Considering the stakes, it would only make things more dangerous.
Word was, once a team arrived in town for the job in question, they were to send a message to a secured, online site, then arrive at the bar and chill a few hours before they were contacted.
Ian had received word that this particular team had arrived that morning and were checking out the town. Jack had sent Hayes to watch the bar, then began scouting town for them, hoping to catch the commander of the group before the message was sent and the team arrived at the bar.
They hadn’t caught sight of them until Hayes had called in thirty minutes before and reported their arrival at the bar.
The Friday night band was blasting a current country tune at the bar, the female singer’s sultry voice drawing dancers to the dance floor, where they whirled and twirled in differing levels of alcohol-induced pleasure.
Jack stepped into the building, his gaze moving slowly over the inhabitants, searching for his quarry.
He found Poppy instantly at the same table she’d sat at with her friends the first time he’d come into the bar. With them were two of her brothers, John David and Evan, and her two bosses. The men had brought their dates, all but River Dawson.
But Jack knew why River appeared dateless. The former Ranger had been fucking his partner’s sister for the past two months. It would be kind of poor taste to bring another woman to the gathering.
Lilith Preston, Erika Boone, and Saige Dawson had dates. Jack knew who the men were, knew their families though he’d never interacted much with them. The three men were no more than minor bookmarks in the women’s lives, from what he guessed, three of a small crowd of casual dates.
Standing behind Poppy, laughing with her brothers, was another familiar face. A friend of John David Porter’s, and obviously there to attempt to charm Poppy. The other man placed his hand on Poppy’s shoulder with a bit more familiarity than Jack liked and leaned down to whisper something in her ear.
“Let him live, boss,” Lucas murmured at his side.
Jack grunted at the advice, his gaze meeting Poppy’s as she turned quickly to him. His eyes narrowed on her unblemished neck as he swore he could feel his back teeth ready to crack, he clenched them so hard.
He’d take care of that in a bit, he promised himself. First, he had a job to do.
A slow sweep of the room and his gaze found the commander of the mercenary team. Violet-blue eyes set in a square, imposing face narrowed on his as Jack gave his head a short jerk to the door, then turned and walked out.
Mick Candless was a damned good soldier and a hell of a commander. His second, a bastard half brother, Coye Booker, was former Army Special Forces and no slouch either. The other three team members were just as hard-fighting and efficient as the brothers, but with few leadership skills.
It didn’t take long to arrange a meeting with the commander. Jack had met him several times before while in the SEALs. His team had coordinated with the British Spec Ops team Mick fought with at the time, in several operations.
“The job’s rumored to have a large payout,” Mick told him as they discussed his reasons for being in town. “No details, though, and I don’t care much for that part. The message I received from an unknown source just before you arrived informed me that it was possible those behind the job were looking for sacrificial lambs rather than a successful team.”
