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Before I can say or do anything, he drags me down, ass on the edge of the bed, and pulls out the vibrator, spearing me with his full, glorious length while pressing the vibrator’s tip against my clit.
“Oh, God!” I cry out.
“Hold me tight,” Luke grunts, and I wrap my legs around his waist.
I hold on for dear life as he turns the vibrator up and brings me back to the top of the mountain, thrusting himself deeper and harder inside me.
“Dammit, Avery, you’re fucking perfect… so fucking tight and wet… so hot and needy… I love it. I love you,” Luke says.
“I love you, too,” I manage. “Oh, fuck… FUCK, harder… fuck me harder!”
I moan loudly as a shattering orgasm blows through me like a hurricane, shaking me to the core. I clench myself tightly around him, desperately welcoming every thrust as he fills me with his seed, roaring like a lion as he comes.
“Oh, wow…” is all I’m able to mumble as I unravel like a thread, still shaking from the powerful climax.
My mind is blank. I needed this. How did he know I needed this? How did he know that I needed him? My anger has dissipated and I feel like a ragdoll.
As Luke kisses me, his lips soft and sweet, his tongue playful, I realize that it’s only a moment’s high that he’s giving me. Our troubles are far from over. Outside this room, there are still secrets and things left unsaid. There is still frustration and silence. But in here, at least for now, at least for tonight, I get to simply let it go.
Luke is hard again. “I’m not done with you yet, Avery.”
“Good.”
I’m not done either. I want my body owned and consumed, my heart filled. I want my breath gone and my skin gleaming with passion. And as Luke tosses the vibrator aside and gets down on his knees to lick my ridiculously slick folds, I brace myself for madness. It’s what I desperately need tonight.
8
Luke
Avery is understandably concerned, and I get it, but we can’t tell her anything yet. Charlene’s return to Lincoln County is no coincidence. It’s deliberate. I can tell from the way she accosted Kellan outside the sheriff’s office. She’s looking to get back into our good graces, but I don’t trust her. I will never trust her again. I made that mistake once, and I almost lost myself. We all did.
Charlene was supposed to be a closed chapter, forgotten and buried. The shame we felt, the betrayal, the misery that followed… it took the three of us a long time to heal our bruised egos and learn to trust people again. Especially a woman we genuinely cared about. Her return is anything but auspicious, and now the three of us must prepare for whatever it is she’s bringing back into our lives. It’s nothing good, I’m certain of it.
“Are you sure you want to keep this from Avery?” Marcus O’Neill, our Director of Operations, asks as soon as we sit down in his office to go over the intel he’s uncovered so far. He was with us when the truth about Charlene came to light, and he helped us liaise with the FBI in order to bring her down.“She’ll figure it out, eventually. It’s only a matter of time before Charlene shows up on your doorstep.”
“I’m hoping she’ll be back in prison way before then,” I tell him, shaking my head as I go through his laptop folders. I find the one I need and click it open. “Besides, I’m pretty sure there’s a ban in place for her where our security system is concerned. Our guys should be able to pick her up from the gate.”
“Yes, facial recognition cameras at the front, plus the ones on the porch,” Marcus agrees. “We do have a problem, though.”
“What’s that?”
I kind of already know the answer, judging by the handful of flimsy image and document files available for me to peruse at this point.
“There’s not much to go on right now,” he says. “She doesn’t even have a bank account open in her name. Charlene is completely off the radar this time around. We don’t know where she’s living, who she’s working with, or where she’s getting her money from. Kellan said she was very well-dressed for a woman who just got out of prison.”
Outside, the beginning of spring is grey and sullen, a perfect match for my overall mood. There isn’t enough lovemaking in the world to drown out the gloom of Charlene’s return, and it makes me feel terrible for Avery. I love her. Kellan and Fallon love her. Deeply. We are determined to keep this marvelous woman in our lives, yet until we figure out Charlene’s endgame, the tension is fucking suffocating and messing with our dynamic.
“I had a brief conversation with Agent Freely. You remember him, right?” I ask Marcus, and he nods once. “He said theinjunction on Charlene’s accounts is still in place. All of her assets are frozen, and until further notice, they will stay frozen. So, whatever money she’s using, it’s likely cash or from associates’ accounts. Her parents are dead, but she still has a sister, Corinne Maddox. We should look into her, check her financials from top to bottom.”
“Would it be wise to put a detail on Charlene anytime soon?”
I think about it for a moment. There are risks to such an endeavor, but the payout would be justified. We do need to know more about her every movement and nip any threat in the bud. I’m confident Kellan and Fallon would agree. Of course, Kellan would protest at first, but Fallon would definitely be on board. I’m not sure which of us despises Charlene more, though I reckon it would probably be a tie between the big guy and me. Kellan has always taken the more noble path with a forgive-and-forget approach—that is, until she showed up outside his workplace. We’ve got too much to lose if we allow Charlene to get too close, and that snake knows precisely which nooks to sneak through.
“Do that,” I tell Marcus. “Make sure they’re discreet, though, just assign one agent. A female in an unmarked car. We don’t want Charlene to get suspicious anytime soon. Have her keep an adequate distance, no matter what.”
Marcus goes through a roster of available agents who would be able to undertake the mission. “Should we put a tracker on her car, too? Just in case our girl loses her.”
“We need something small and untraceable. Charlene will likely be paranoid after how things went down between us.”
