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It was time to get tough.
THIRTEEN
The Mackay women had learned how to fight back—if not in strength then with their intelligence—fight silently, and fight with success years before Chandler Mackay had died. They had perfected the art.
Until now, Piper, her sisters, and her mother had been certain they could make their male family members back up and stop h
overing so closely. Piper could see now that it wasn’t going to happen.
But she could also see why.
With Eve sitting with them, coffee and a slice of Mercedes’s coconut cream pie in front of them, they began to plot and to plan.
Not for their freedom.
Not for their independence.
They were plotting, planning, and they would do all they could to defend all they loved, however they had to.
No matter what it took.
TWO DAYS LATER
Stepping into the upstairs bedroom Piper’s mother had moved them into, Jed closed the door quietly behind him and stared at the woman still sleeping deeply.
The quilt had been pushed to the bottom of the bed and nothing but a soft cotton sheet covered her naked back.
Piper was stronger than he’d ever imagined. Stronger and more fierce than he’d ever given her credit for.
In the past two days she’d given them as many details as she could remember about the rental agency, the young girl who had given her the car, as well as the location of the packets of jewels as she’d found them.
Her purse had fallen from the backseat, knocking over the shopping bag containing the rhinestones and crystals she had bought that morning. She’d thought nothing of the packets she’d found beneath the seat. She’d simply gathered them all together and thrown them into her bag before rushing to the cab waiting for her.
Why should she think anything of it? They were the same plastic packs the crystals and rhinestones she’d bought were packaged in.
There was nothing unusual about finding the packets, and nothing that could have tipped her off that she had anything that wasn’t hers.
Now Homeland Security had answers they’d been searching for for years: how the Russian mob was smuggling the gold, jewels, and drugs that were funding the criminal organization they were building—and the terrorists it was suspected were backing them—into the United States.
It wasn’t over, but neither was it a threat to Piper any longer, and that was all that mattered to him: making certain she was no longer in danger.
Now that the task was completed, his body was reminding him of another task that needed to be taken care of.
Two days without her touch, without having her, and his cock was like an iron wedge in his jeans, demanding relief.
Unbuttoning the shirt he wore and shrugging it from his shoulders, he allowed it to fall, forgotten, to the floor. Stopping at the bed near the stool positioned at the footboard, he sat down to remove his boots.
Standing seconds later and releasing his jeans, he shed them and the boxer briefs he wore, discarding them on the floor where he stood. A smile curled his lips, the fingers of one hand gripped his dick, and he moved to the side of the bed to pull the sheet from the silken body of the woman he reckoned he loved more than life.
As the sheet cleared the rounded globes of her pert ass, her hips shifted and she rolled to her back. Jed felt his breath still in his chest for precious seconds as he stared down at her, still marveling that such beauty was laid out for him, tempting him, hungry for him.
Firm, cherry-tipped breasts drew his gaze. As he watched, she parted her creamy thighs, revealing the sheen of slick dew on the lush folds of her pussy. Above, the moist, swollen little bud of her clit peeked out at him and tempted his tongue as her nimble little fingers stroked up his thigh before cupping the taut sac of his balls.
Fuck, her fingers were like hot silk.
Cupping, stroking, fondling the tense flesh beneath his hard dick, she drove him to complete distraction and had him panting as she slowly sat up on the bed. Her fingers moved from his balls, brushed his fingers aside, then slowly curled around the tortured length of his dick.
He clenched his teeth, fighting for control, yet a moan still slipped past his lips as he watched her lips part as she eased forward and slowly—fuck him, so damned slowly—covered the engorged crest of his cock and sucked it inside.
