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For the longest time, he searched her, but she didn’t know what to give him, didn’t know what would relieve his torture. He came lower. “I’m doing this because of him,” he hissed. “I called her in to take over at CI because of him.”
“I don’t understand.”
He exhaled. “I’m sick of him on my tail, on your tail. Before you, it didn’t matter, he was just a bug on the windshield that I could flick off if he got too annoying. But he’s a sick fuck, baby, and as long as he’s around, I can’t let you out of my sight. I’ve been stupid to think I could, and tonight proved that.”
There was pain in his words, though it was difficult to decipher from the anger that crackled in them. “We didn’t know if he was alive, just like you said. We could never have predicted—”
“The guy has more lives than a cat. We didn’t have confirmation, but I was sure he was still fucking out there, waiting to cause shit. I can’t have that. I can’t have him on our backs. It puts you in danger. I wanted it done, over. Meesh is a surefire way to force his hand.”
“You’re using Cuckoo to draw him out?”
“The fucker doesn’t come for me like a man, he’s resorted to stalking my woman because he knows you’re the way to get to me. All I need is ten seconds with eyes on. One if I have my weapon in my hand.”
“So, the next time I see him, I should shoot him?”
“Oh no,” he exhaled and perverse amusement twisted his features. “I want that pleasure all to myself.”
“Does that mean you want him to think you’re sleeping with Cuckoo? Is that how you’ll tempt him out?” The plan had sort of backfired if she was the one curious about the relationship and Caine was still on her tail.
“This is my problem, and I’m gonna deal with it my fucking way. The camera isn’t off, it’s routed to my phone because these crazies are my problem.”
So he’d been keeping things from her, saying nothing to the others, because he was embarrassed or carrying some kind of guilt about what had gone on with Caine and Cuckoo in the past. “You don’t have to deal with anything alone. You’re Kindred,” she soothed. “How long have you been thinking this way about Caine?”
A knock on the door saved him from answering the question. It was the same combination of knocks used on their motel room door during the last mission, so she knew the person on the other side would be Tuck. Brodie went to the door, the men exchanged mumbles, and she sat on the bed expecting both men to come in.
But when the door closed, Brodie came back alone. “Where’s Swift?” she asked.
Brodie took the large black bag to the window and hunkered down to open it and pull out the kit. Laying the scope and other pieces out, he zipped it and kicked the bag under the desk, though it wasn’t empty.
Next, he pulled the couch out and across the worn carpet to the window, which was high enough that the couch wouldn’t be visible from outside on its own. Once he had the scope setup, he closed the curtains over the window, just letting the lens peek through the other side. Pulling off his jacket, he tossed it onto the desk beside the couch and sat down to put his eye to the scope.
Swift wasn’t here and she didn’t know if he was coming back. Brodie didn’t want to answer more questions about Caine and Cuckoo, so she’d give him time to calm down. The furniture wouldn’t withstand another outburst. Leaving the bed, she went to the couch, staying behind it to reach over and squeeze his shoulders. Bending lower, she massaged his neck and down his arms. On their return, she curled her fingers to scrape her nails upward.
Edging an inch away from the scope, he didn’t look at her, but she knew he’d registered her act. “Why would you want to fuck the guy who’s fucking around on you?” he grumbled. Scratching him aroused them both and was often her greeting or her first step toward seducing him. The act itself tended to be enough. Once he knew she was turned on, he took control.
Putting her hands on the back of the couch, she lifted one leg over and then the other. Squatting behind him, she rested her chest on his back with her legs open on either side of him and her hands on his shoulders.
“I’m sorry, beau,” she said, rising to kiss the nape of his neck. “I didn’t think that. I was just confused.”
Snatching her wrist with his opposite hand, he yanked her around enough that he could glare down at her. “I fucking love you more than life. You think my dick would be happy in some inferior pussy?”
Shaking her head in a slow, shallow arc, she tried to push up to kiss him, but the arm she was pressed against moved, and he captured her jaw in his powerful hand. “I love you,” she whispered, hoping for a kiss. “I worry about you. You’re not alone, beau.”
“By now you should trust me to handle shit,” he snarled. “I withhold information, I lie to you, to protect you.”
But she didn’t want his protection on those terms. She wanted to know it all, everything there was to know about him, about his past, his fears, the future, everything. “I’d rather be in danger than shut out,” she said, and he grabbed her up to seize her mouth.
Throwing her arms around him, she felt his body twist to come down over hers, and then his hand was up her skirt stroking her sex. “You fucking belong to me,” he said, nipping her lip. “And I’m your guy, nothing busts this up, hear me? You get that shit out your head.”
“Uh huh,” she rushed the words, and he plunged two fingers into her. Yelping, she reared up and undulated against them.
Reaching for his groin, she pressed her palm into the solid dick behind his fly and rubbed it while moving her hips. Tearing his gaze from hers, he took his eye to the scope. While he was distracted, she pulled her top over her head and freed him from his jeans.
When she squeezed her fist around him, he took his attention from the scope, and it fell to her naked breasts. “Swift will be coming back,” he said and glanced around in the direction of the door, but she was already climbing onto his lap.
“I’ll be quick,” she panted, she was already wet enough to suck him in deep, and he grabbed her waist to hold her down on him.
He filled her so completely that she squirmed with the need to push him out and pull him in, both at the same time. It felt so good to have him crammed so deep that she could feel his length throbbing inside her, pushing the limits of her swollen center. But as she whimpered and bit her lip, he wouldn’t let her move.
