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by Vella Day

  Finally. “Yes, Master.”

  “I might be too big for you.”

  “Can you try and see?” He was killing her with need. “Master?”

  Leaning on his elbows, he lowered his body, but stopped as his chest touched her bound hands. He kissed her lips with such tenderness, she thought he’d forgotten about all his rules. She lost focus and let her mind float away when he dipped his cock into her wet sheath. Elation blasted her as her walls stretched.

  Take me hard.

  As if he could read her mind, he drove in all the way, pushing her toward that dreamed of climax. Stars burst behind her lids and her breath caught.

  He nestled his lips against her neck and held still as if being inside her overwhelmed him, too. Even though he wasn’t moving, her body pulsed and her need grew.

  It seemed forever before he pulled out then forged back in. He kissed her neck and ran a tongue over the shell of her ear. She lifted her hips to urge him on just as he plowed into her. His speed increased and as rolling spasms rippled inside her, she milked his cock. He grunted and groaned, then fucked her harder. Each stroke pushed her closer to the sought-after pinnacle. He cupped her face and kissed her again. His drugging kiss made her quiver.

  “What you do to me, darlin’.” He was a man possessed.

  He thrust into her three more times, and she lifted her hips to take in all of him. Just as she was about to burst with that promised orgasm of a lifetime, he withdrew. He knelt, held her head up, and pressed his cock to her lips.

  As soon as she opened up, his jism shot out with such force it blanketed the back of her throat. She lapped up his juice and swallowed.

  As much as she loved his taste, she’d missed her climax. All that buildup and…

  She turned her head to the side. Her pussy still vibrated and her nipples throbbed. Frankly, she was pissed. She couldn’t help but press her lips together. For now, she’d hold her tongue.

  “Rules, darlin’. Rules.”

  Her mouth dropped open. Sure, she’d lifted her hips, but come on. “Are you saying because I broke one of your stupid rules, you pulled out so I couldn’t climax?”

  “Lesson number one.” He grinned and hopped off the bed. “Yup. Next time, obey. If you’re a good girl, you’ll fly so high, you’ll never want to crawl out of my bed.”

  “Fat fucking chance.”

  Chapter Six

  As soon as Drake got back to his room, he plastered his back to the wall and concentrated on not shifting. Fuck me.

  What had he been thinking by demanding she obey him? The poor girl had been attacked, shot at, and forced to leave her home. Then what did he do? He went all dominant on her. What he’d done was wrong.

  Go back and apologize.

  He’d completely lost control with Chelsea. He had to back off. If he’d come inside her pussy, his fangs would have extended, and he would have bitten her neck, signaling she was his. He couldn’t afford to fall in love while Ricardo Mendez was out to kill her. As much as it pained him, having her hate him for now would be a good thing.

  Liar. You’re scared shitless of love.

  Okay, okay. He was afraid of commitment. Yet, this woman was the one he was destined to spend the rest of his life with. He knew it. Kurt knew it. Christ. Her mere touch made his cock so hard it almost exploded in the shower. He’d never before been so drawn to any woman—another good reason to keep her from completely getting under his skin.

  Too late. She’s already there.

  Maybe tomorrow he’d see if Kurt could smooth things over with her. Jesus, he’d been such an ass, treating her that way.

  It was almost time to get up, but if he didn’t wash off her delicious scent, he’d be useless for the rest of the day.

  He quickly showered. No sooner had he toweled off, than Kurt burst into his room. “I have a plan.”

  Happy to get his mind off the sweetest woman in the world, he gave Kurt his total attention. “Hit me.”

  “Who was Jeffrey working for?”

  “Couch.” That had been established by Jeffrey himself.

  “Who else?”

  “Mendez.” He might have been a flunky of Couch’s, but Jeffrey was convinced Mendez headed the drug portion of the operation.

  Kurt paced in front of him. “After Couch got arrested, Jeffrey mentioned they were moving the drug warehouse.”

  “Did he say where?”

  “No, but knowing him, he wrote it down in case something happened to him. He was anal like that.”

  Now wasn’t an appropriate moment to mention that Kurt was even more so than his brother. Drake’s mind reeled at the information. Then he smiled. “And a certain someone wouldn’t happen to have a key to his brother’s condo now would he?”

  “You catch on quick, but I wouldn’t be surprised if Couch’s men got the jump on us. They might have known how my brother’s mind worked, since he spent so much time working undercover. However, Jeffrey would have prepared for that possibility.”

  This was too good to be true. “Did he have a hidden safe or something?”

  “Not that I know of, but I’m going to check out his place. I’m hoping I can figure it out when I’m there.”

  Oh, crap. That meant he’d have to spend the day with a pissed-off woman. This was so not going to be fun.

  Kurt moved closer. “You fucked her, didn’t you?”

  He didn’t know how his friend could tell. He’d washed off her scent. Hell. “You heard us?”

  “If we had neighbors, they would have heard you.”

  “You should have joined us.” Though he really wanted her to himself the first time.

  Kurt’s body tensed. “I have a job to do, and so do you.”

  He held up a hand. “Not a problem. I made sure she’ll never want me again.” He explained his stupid tactic.

  “You’re a pig.”

  “I know, but I did it for her own good.”

  “What you did was fuck it up for me. Now, she’ll never agree to be our mate.” His friend shook his head and stomped off.

  It was definitely going to be a long ass day.

  * * *

  The drive back to Gulfside gave Kurt time to think about where his brother might have hidden the information. He and Jeff should have talked more, but too much interaction would have raised a red flag.

  Jeffrey, and the Pack, had been careful to keep his identity secret. How in the hell had Mendez and Couch figured out Jeffrey was a double agent? Unless Kurt captured one of Couch’s men and forced him to talk, he would never learn what really had happened.

  Pushing aside the useless speculation, his mind raced to Chelsea and his dickhead best friend. He totally got why Drake wanted her. Hell, he wanted her, too. But now wasn’t the time or place. To make things worse, Drake had taken her fragile trust and broken it.

  Kurt slammed his hand against the wheel. A horn honked. He veered to the right to avoid a near collision.

  Get it together!

  If he didn’t put Chelsea out of his mind, he’d never get to Mendez.

  A short while later, Kurt pulled into the parking lot of Jeffrey’s condo and tried to compartmentalize his emotions. Touching Jeffrey’s things would create havoc in his heart, but for his brother, he had to find answers.

  He took the stairs two at a time to the second floor. His brother’s spare key was taped under the fire extinguisher unit at the end of the hall. He ran his fingers underneath the metal and blew out a breath when he located it. Kurt hadn’t wanted to go through Jeffrey’s pockets when he found him lying in that pool of blood. His hands fisted and he inhaled deeply to push himself to enter Jeff’s place. You have to do this for him.

  Once inside, his heart broke. The place was trashed. Fuck. His gaze shot straight to the desk in the corner of the living room where his brother kept his computer. It was gone. Those assholes. His only satisfaction was in knowing Jeffrey uploaded the data to the cloud each night before wiping the drive clean. Mendez’s gang wouldn’t h
ave gotten shit.

  Think.

  It was probably futile, but he went through the desk drawers and checked all of the files. Knowing his brother had touched everything here made his heart nearly crack. Just do it.

  After a twenty-minute search, he came up empty handed.

  But he wouldn’t give up. Jeffrey was smart and determined. He’d wanted to break this drug ring so badly, he’d volunteered to go undercover. The information had to be somewhere. His brother had a good reason for being so obsessed with stopping Mendez and Couch. Kurt and Jeffrey’s younger brother had turned to drugs and overdosed. Ever since his death, both of them had made it their life goal to take down the drug-pushing Colters.

  Tension rippled up his body as he stepped over the broken furniture and scattered papers. What the Colters hoped to find, he didn’t know, nor could he tell if they’d found it.

  He pushed the debris off the sofa and dropped onto the seat to let his mind wander. Sometimes when he did other tasks, the answers would come to him. He closed his eyes and pictured Chelsea, even though it might be dangerous to let his mind go in that direction. Conjuring her up might have been stupid, but it put him in a happier place. He loved her combination of sassiness, stubbornness, and courage. Truth was, he also loved her luxurious, long, auburn hair, the curve where her waist met her hips, and the way her bottom lip was slightly fuller than the top.

  His cock twitched just contemplating sinking it into her ass.

  He would demand total submission, and from what Drake said, she was only partially amenable to it. After the stunt his friend pulled, she’d never go along with what he wanted or needed.

  Damn Drake. He never should have edged her so close to her climax and then denied her. That wasn’t for beginners, for God’s sake. If she lifted her hips because she got carried away, Drake should have forgiven her.

  Kurt knew the real reason why he’d done it, and his action did have merit. If Drake had sunk his fangs into her, they’d be partially mated. As much as he’d like that idea, it wouldn’t be fair to Chelsea right now.

  Although he and Drake recognized she was their mate, she didn’t. Until she fell in love with them, it was her right to choose. Right now, she’d rather run than make love to them.

  Damn. Living the rest of his life alone would suck. He had to do something to make it right.

  He shook his head and tried to force the anger from getting in the way of his thoughts. He almost chuckled, remembering another time when he’d been this pissed. He was ten, Daniel six, and Jeffrey twelve. It was Christmas, and their parents had gotten the three of them the Mario Brothers video game for their Nintendo—one he’d been wanting all year long. He was playing it right after the New Year, and Jeffrey decided if he couldn’t use the game, no one could. It didn’t seem to matter they’d agreed to each having an assigned time slot when the game was theirs and only theirs. Well, apparently, Jeffrey decided the rules didn’t apply to him, and he pulled the cassette out of the machine and stomped on it.

  Kurt remembered crying and running to his mom. Jeffrey was grounded for the week. But it took a long time for them to repair the rift. Eventually they grew up and got better games.

  A few years ago, Jeffrey must have remembered the hurt, because he bought a vintage Mario Brothers game on eBay. The console now had two controllers, and Jeffrey had invited him over. Kurt smiled. They’d played for hours and the long-forgotten hurt had been permanently forgiven.

  That’s it!

  Jeffrey would know how much the game meant to him. Kurt rushed over to the game console. It was now an Xbox, but sandwiched in between the games was the old Mario Brothers cassette, snug in the gray sleeve. He pulled it out and removed the game. On the back of the cassette was taped a piece of paper with the location of the drug house.

  He looked up. “Thanks, bro. When we meet up, we’ll have to play again.” His chin trembled, but he refused to get sentimental. He had a killer to catch for his brother.

  He locked the door but kept the key. At some point, he’d have to clear out the apartment. The pain of his brother’s death would never go away, but that meant his memory would stay alive.

  His next step was to return to the beach house. He debated calling the general about his find. Although he knew he should, the chance to kill Mendez himself would be the one thing that would bring him closure—the ultimate high.

  No. Think again. The ultimate high would be making love with Chelsea.

  By the time he arrived at Orangeburg, he had his plan firmly in place.

  He steeled his body for what he’d see when he stepped inside. He wondered if his stupid partner had made up with Chelsea or if they’d be fighting. As soon as he caught the laughter, his question was answered.

  He tossed his car keys on the table by the entrance. “Hey, Drake?”

  His partner turned from the old Chevy Chase movie they were watching and obviously enjoying.

  “Yeah?”

  “I need you.”

  Drake stood and trotted over. “You find the location of the warehouse?”

  Kurt tapped his head. “You bet.” He strode to the dining room table and Drake followed. “Here’s what I want you to do.”

  Drake was a computer guru, capable of hacking into the toughest networks. If he didn’t enjoy doing hand-to-hand combat and tracking down the Colters, he would have been one of the general’s top men in the computer department. Hacking and setting up surveillance was his forte.

  “I’m listening.”

  “I want eyes inside the warehouse. I also want to know what’s on their computers.” Drake once told him if he could ever get his hands on the computers, he could bypass the signal and have all future correspondences routed to his system.

  “How do you suggest I get around the alarms and the guards?”

  “Scope it out. See if Clay and Dirk will go with you.”

  Drake pushed back his chair and stood. “By the way, I apologized to Chelsea for my actions. I don’t think she’s forgiven me, though.”

  “She shouldn’t.”

  Don’t be that way.

  Maybe if you’re instrumental in bringing down Mendez, she will forgive you. Kurt hoped that using Chelsea’s feelings as a potential reward would motivate Drake to do his best.

  Drake went over to Chelsea and told her he needed to take care of something. Both agreed it was better if she didn’t know the details.

  As soon as Drake left, Kurt had the urge to get outside. He bet Chelsea was tired of being cooped up, too. The day had warmed, and being inside didn’t appeal to him. Perhaps he’d go for a run.

  “Up for a walk on the beach?”

  She jumped up. “Really? It’s safe to go outside?”

  His sympathy spiked. “When you’re with me, it is.”

  “Can we go swimming?”

  “Not until your stitches come out.” He hated to burst her bubble.

  She scrunched up her face and looked so cute. “When will that be?”

  “Maybe we can stop by the doctor’s in a day or two.”

  “I can wait until then, I guess.”

  Not that she really had a choice.

  He needed to change out of his hot jeans if they were going to traipse in the sand. “You might want to slip into something cooler.”

  “Good idea.”

  He followed her down the hallway and wished he could watch her undress. The tips of his fingers tingled as he imagined running his hands down her body, watching how her face transformed from ordinary to total ecstasy. Then he’d take her to the highest cliff, and together they’d jump. From the way she’d moaned when she’d been with Drake, she was a wild one in bed.

  Christ. It was going to be next to impossible to be on his best behavior around her. His thoughts jumped to Drake. Even though Kurt demanded obedience in the bedroom, at the end of the night, he’d never leave her unfulfilled. After her experience with his friend, the poor woman was probably hornier than hell. That thought had his cock humming. />
  In his room, he tossed on running shorts and a tank. He was lucky he never sunburned. Chelsea, on the other hand, had auburn hair and creamy skin he bet was sun-sensitive. When his mom had visited, he’d bought sunscreen for her.

  He went to Chelsea’s room and knocked. “I found some sunscreen for you.”

  “Come in.”

  When he pushed open the door, he froze.

  Chapter Seven

  Chelsea quickly covered her bare breasts. “Kurt?”

  “I’m so sorry. I thought you said ‘Come in.’”

  “I said I was coming.” Her mind shot back to Drake’s rules about not climaxing only until he allowed her.

  He waved the sunscreen. “I thought perhaps you’d need some protection.”

  “Thanks.” Her tank top scooped low in back, and she could use a hand. “As long as you’re here, would you put some on my back?”

  Why did she ask that? Because I want him to touch me.

  After what Drake pulled last night, her pussy had been on high need alert. Her right arm covered her breasts, and with her left, she scooped up her hair and turned around. She swore he moaned.

  He moved close and squeezed some of the paste on her back. She expected him to rub it in quickly and leave. Ever since he’d agreed to protect her, he’d kept his distance. Instead, he swirled the cream slowly and gently massaged her shoulders. From what Drake implied, it was Kurt who was the dominant one of the two. Could have fooled her.

  All she needed was for him to do her upper back. When he rubbed the sunscreen lower and let his fingers touch the side of her breasts, she couldn’t stop him. Everything told her to say thank you and step away. But his hands were so gentle, she wanted to enjoy this moment for another a minute.

  He stopped. Damn.

  “Need any other place covered?”

  My tits and my pussy? “I’m good.” Coward.

  He stepped in front and handed her the tube. She faced him wearing nothing but her pink thong panties. He’d seen her ass and her tits. Hell, she might as well jump his bones. Then Drake’s rudeness reminded her she might end up worse off than she already was.