“Yeah.” Hugo nods his head. “We searched Megan’s family property as thoroughly as we could, but the lighting was poor, so we decided to head to the motel and return in the morning. We are planning on going back at sunrise.” He gestures his head between Brandon and Isabelle.
Hugo’s gaze settles on Brandon. “Since Jenni has had the baby, has the threat been stabilized?”
The tautness of Hugo’s face eases when Brandon nods.
“My guy will stay on Nick’s house until you tell me otherwise. Brandon has a lock on Megan’s bank accounts, and he added her to a travel database, so if she makes a move, we will be the first to know,” Hugo assures me. His gaze turns to Isabelle for the quickest second before locking back with mine. “It’s been a big day.”
I nod, acknowledging his soundless distress for Isabelle. Anger still courses through my veins, but Nick, Jenni, and their baby boy, Jasper, are safe, so my primary focus can shift to taking care of Isabelle.
My eyes lock with Hunter. “Call Peters to give him an update on the situation and make sure he stays on the hospital grounds. Also, supply those serial numbers to Brandon to run through his database. I want to know where the equipment that was in Isabelle’s apartment came from.”
“Have your man stay on Nick’s house, but when I return, I’ll want to meet him and make sure he is a good fit for Nick and Jenni before I introduce him to them,” I continue, shifting my eyes to Hugo.
He nods.
“And you.” I drift my eyes to Brandon. He goes from gawking at the shaggy stained carpet to looking at me. “Thank you for helping… us,” I praise, my tone low.
I still have apprehensions about Brandon, but if Isabelle trusts him, I can try to decompartmentalize my jealousy issues for her benefit. It is the least I can do after what I put her through the past week.
The biggest grin stretches across Brandon’s face before his twinkling eyes dart to Isabelle. Her mouth is gaped wide, and her pupils are the size of saucers.
Anyone would swear I’ve never issued a compliment before from the shocked expressions on Hunter, Hugo, and Isabelle’s faces.
Isabelle
Before my brain has time to register the fact that Isaac gave Brandon a compliment, Isaac scoops down and gathers me in his arms. His intoxicatingly masculine scent engulfs my nostrils and ignites my senses. His hurried strides have us crossing the room quicker than a bullet. My lips part, but the words stay trapped in my throat.
I’ve never been able to rein in my desires when Isaac is in my vicinity. Even in this complicated situation, my body still yearns to nurture him. And from the massive erection jabbed into my backside the instant he sauntered into my room and kicked the door shut, I'd say he is also incapable of restraining himself.
Isaac’s warm breath tickles my nose when he says, “Shower and then bed.”
“Okay.” I leaning in to snuggle into the crook of his neck.
His pectoral muscles flex when my lips brush the pulse in his jaw. A smile carves on my lips when his eyes thin as they drift around the poorly decorated, minuscule bathroom. There is a toilet in one corner with a vanity sink sitting over the top of it, and an old, pink-tiled shower in the other corner. The shower curtain is riddled with soap scum and mold, and there is a giant rip down it.
“I think we should keep our shoes on,” Isaac mutters under his breath.
I giggle while nodding. Isaac places me onto my feet before pulling his shirt off and ditching his sweatpants. I strive to keep my eyes planted on his well-sculptured face, but the pull to glide them over his body is too great for me to stop. I become wet when his perfect cock springs free from his boxers as he lowers them down his muscular thighs.
Licking my parched lips, I take a step closer to him so I can wrap my hand around his heavily veined cock. Isaac’s gaze lifts from kicking his boxers to the corner of the room to stare into my eyes. His eyes are nearly intense enough to have me toppling into ecstasy without additional stimulation.
No words are spoken between us. Everything is reflected in his beautiful eyes. His forgiveness for my betrayal. His sorrow for his harsh words. It is all said without a word needing to escape his lips. This is us. This is how we show our affection to each other. This is how we communicate our feelings. Nothing he could say would change how I feel about him anyway, so why waste time rehashing old issues?
When Isaac steps closer to me, I'm rendered motionless, mesmerized by the perfect specimen of a man displayed in front of me. His affectionate eyes stay locked on mine. Our lust-ridden stare down only disturbed for the quickest second when he lifts the hem of my shirt over my head and discards it on the floor.
His cock twitches when he unclasps the button of my jeans before sliding down the zipper. Tingles spasm my spine when he crouches down in front of me to guide my jeans down my thighs and over the pair of ballet flats I’m wearing.
My knees curve inwards when he places a kiss above my right ankle, closely followed by a gentle bite. His alluring eyes never once leave mine as he presses a trail of kisses and nips on my right leg, making my left leg jealous. After every bite, his tongue darts out to soothe the sting his teeth made.
A pleasurable convulsion rockets through my body when his teeth graze my throbbing, panty-covered clit before he pays the same dedication to my left leg that he just devoted to my right. By the time his thorough dedication is complete, my panties are drenched, and my nipples are erect.
Air sucks from my lungs when he stands, displaying his beautiful face directly in front of me.
“I need hours, Isabelle,” he says, his voice hoarse with lust. “But you need your rest.”
My lower lip drops into a pout while my inner vixen screams vulgarities at the top of her lungs. When Isaac smirks, an unashamed moan seeps from my lips.
“I’m still going to fuck you,” he promises. His voice sends a thrill of excitement to my core where it clusters and tightens. “It will just be hard and fast against that wall.”
