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Chapter Eight
Cole
Cole listens as her sobs slow and finally go quiet. Thankfully, Keith is driving, because Cole is finding it impossible to focus on anything but Savannah.
“I will take down her father and everyone with him,” Cole curses as he flexes his hands on his lap.
John is clicking away on a computer in the back seat while Mark is making phone calls to Border Patrol, trying to find out if The American is in the United States or Mexico.
Seconds. Minutes. Hours. There is still no sound from Savannah. Cole nearly loses it a few times, wondering if she is alive. Mark has to talk him down several times. They can’t call in local PD or the FBI in case someone is listening or watching. The risks are too high.
Cole finally leans back and closes his eyes, trying to remember every single part of Savannah. The one thing that comes to his mind above all else is how those deep, dark eyes of hers seem to find him even in a sea of people. God, he loves her eyes. They are hypnotic and they are his. He slips off, remembering her…
“Good morning, Colonel,” Savannah’s low voice makes his eyes filter open. He grins when he sees she is dressed in his Army hat and button-up uniform shirt, which is conveniently left undone, showing off the sides of her perfect breasts. “Time to do your morning workout.”
He shakes his head as he goes to grab her. She leans back, holding up a finger.
“No, no, Colonel,” her lips spread into a sexy smile, “drop and give me twenty.”
His hands rush to her hips, lifting her in the air sitting her down on his growing erection. “You look damn fine in this.” He fingers the shirt. “With what I have planned for you, I’m never going to wash it.”
She leans down, her hair falling all around them. “Now, that, Colonel, sounds like a damn fine plan.” She lifts her hips, slipping him inside her. His eyes roll back as she feeds him all the way in. She’s more than ready, making everything heighten. Her body starts to move in a sexy weave, and he peeks at the mirror facing them. Fuck him, it’s one incredible sight. The way she arches her back makes him grow even harder. Her hands go to his hair, clutching a handful while biting her lip with a moan. One hand moves to her hip, helping her rock, the other to her breast, giving it a little squeeze. She’s a fucking perfect wet dream. “Cole…”
“Logan,” John whispers from the back seat, pulling him from his dream and filling him with the emptiness that comes with his reality.
Cole’s eyes pop open. He glances at the clock and sees he’s been out for nearly three hours. “Yeah, John.”
“They stopped at a hotel.”
Cole sits up straighter. “Which one?”
“The Hilton, fourth floor.” John reads off the address, and Keith immediately heads in that direction.
When they arrive, they pull up into the driveway and do a sweep of the cars. Nothing seems out of the ordinary. The four of them head into the lobby. Cole and Keith approach the front desk.
“Hi, and welcome to The Hilton West Virginia. How can I help you this evening?”
Cole sees the young woman look him up and down as he approaches her. “Perfect,” he mutters to himself. “A friend of ours checked in about thirty minutes ago. I forget his room number, but I was wondering if you could help me out?” After flirting for an endless ten minutes, he finally gets the room number.
They pile into the elevator and make their way down the hallway on the fourth floor. A man dressed in a room service uniform comes out of a room. Cole grabs his arm and whispers in his ear that they need his help and flashes his military badge.
“Yeah o-okay,” the guy stutters.
“Knock,” Cole orders when they stop in front of room 402.
The guy knocks and announces room service. Nothing. He knocks again, and still nothing.
“Excuse me? Can I help you?” a man dressed in a suit asks them as he approaches. “I’m the night manager. Are you gentlemen guests here?”
“No,” Cole answers quickly, “but we have reason to believe a woman is being held against her will in this room.”
“Are you the police?”
“No, sir. We’re with U.S. Army Special Forces,” Mark chimes in, knowing that normally gets people’s attention. “We need to see inside that room.”
“Well, I need to see some proof—”
“Agent John,” Cole snaps out, “perhaps Channel Five News would like to hear about how The Hilton is allowing a man to rape a young woman with the manager’s knowledge. What’s your name, sir?”
