Night Break

by Carey Decevito

  “Kip,” I said breathlessly.

  His eyes snapped from their hungry perusal of my body, to my eyes. “I know.” He leaned back onto his knees, undoing his jeans, pushing them off his hips, over his thighs, and coming right back to me.

  “Please,” I begged. “I want…I need…I need you inside me.”

  “Are you ready for me, Dev?” he growled, the vibration warming me to a fever pitch.

  My nod was vehement. “So wet.” I licked my lips. “For you, Kip.”

  He groaned, rubbing his length into my folds. “Christ, woman. You’re a walking contradiction.”

  I reached between us, grabbing his cock in hand, a hiss escaping his lips, and positioned him at my entrance. His hand joined mine as his hips pressed forward, our eyes fused to one another’s, and stayed there, unmoving.

  Rubbing the abundance of my moistness over my clit with his fingers, Dalton then proceeded to paint the wetness over one of my nipples. His tongue darted to flick that same nipple, circled, then his mouth engulfed the entire tip with a long pull.

  “Fuck!” I cried out. “This is better than what my mind can conjure.” My hands circled his shoulders as he continued to feast on my breast.

  Releasing my nipple with a loud pop, he smirked down at me, those dimples peeked out.

  Lifting my head, I tongued the right one, giving him a sheepish smile. “I’ve been wanting to do that for a while now.”

  He shook his head at my antics. “You can do whatever you want, baby.” Withdrawing from my depths, he plunged in hard. Taking my breath with it. “Just not right now. Right now, I want to be the one wrapped around you. Not my shirt. All fours, Devolin.”

  My entire body quivered, my pussy squeezing his girth. Dalton’s eyes deepened to a near navy blue.

  Before I could get settled, Dalton lifted my ass up, and slammed himself inside my heat. My head snapped up toward the ceiling on a loud cry.

  Truth is, it hurt a little. Hurt so good.

  He was so deep, and when he ground against me, he felt as if he was getting deeper.

  The heat of his body leaning over my back, his warm breath fanning over my shoulder and into my neck, had me feeling safe, despite the dominant fashion he was taking me.

  Dalton’s hands skimmed the skin of my arms, up to my shoulders. I shivered. “Are you scared?” He licked my earlobe.

  “Never,” I breathed. “Show me.”

  His lips pressed against my left shoulder before the warmth coating my back left me. “Tell me if it’s too much.” Fingers digging into my hips, he pulled nearly the entire way out, then plunged in just as hard with a grunt.

  “Fuck me, baby,” I wailed.

  His palm met the cheek of my ass with a slap that had my insides clenching on him.

  “You like that?” He repeated the treatment.

  “Yes,” I hiss.

  “Fuck me, my baby’s got more kink in her than I could dream.” He ground himself against me again. His thumb now feathering lightly over the rosebud of my tush.

  There was no time to ponder my words. They were out before I knew it. “You have no idea.” My body pressed tighter to Dalton’s, his thumb pushing harder against that forbidden zone, black spots clouding my vision.

  I was so close.

  “Give it to me, baby,” he ground out.

  His thrusts came harder. Faster. I loved every fucking second of it.

  When his thumb breached my ass, he destroyed me. I exploded.

  My body locked as a wailing scream broke through the sound of slapping sweat-slicked skin. I was flying high, and I never wanted to land.

  “Fuck! Again!” Dalton roared, his hips hammering into me now.

  Pulling his thumb out of my ass, his arm came around to my front.

  “I-I can’t!” My body shook against his. The touch of his fingers on my clit proving to be nearly painful from that first cataclysmic release.

  “You can.” He pinched the bundle of nerves. “And you will. Your pussy is going to suck me dry, baby.”

  That did it.

  On the hardest thrust yet, all my air left me. No sound escaped me as the orgasm to rival all orgasms broke me. My body went completely limp, leaving Dalton bearing my weight. His body bowed tight as he shouted his release and a slew of curses.

  Seconds later, he collapsed on top of my back, flattening me into the mattress.

  “I think you might have broken me,” he whispered into my neck before kissing it.

  My laugh came out in a huffed breath. “There’s no question, you succeeded with me.”

  Chapter 47

  Dalton

  Nose in her phone, Devolin froze midstep as she entered my office Monday afternoon. The action was so abrupt that my head snapped up. It didn’t take much more than her paled complexion to get me moving toward her.

  “What is it?” I asked.

  Fingers flicking on the screen, she dismissed whatever it was that clearly had her spooked, then shoved her phone in her back jeans pocket.

  “Dev?”

  It took her a while to meet my eyes. “It’s nothing, Kip,” she whispered.

  My eyes narrowed on her. “Then why do you look like your picking between bolting or upchucking your lunch?”

  She huffed. “I’ve been getting these weird emails,” she explained, as she whipped out her phone again, punching in the code to unlock the screen. “They started the day I left for Ottawa for my uncle’s funeral. The one that bothers me the most is this one.” She brought up the message. “I don’t understand what this person means by cameras and pictures.”

  Oh, I knew. What I should have remembered though, was that keeping all this Hewitt stalker bullshit from Devolin, would backfire and bite me on the ass.

  “Matthews!” I bellowed out to Brycen. “Get your ass in here!”

  The wheels were turning in her head, and Brycen and I seemed to brace for the inevitable fallout.

  “So what you’re saying,” she sifted through the file of photos I’d gotten from Rex last week, when she’d been away. “Gordon did this?” I nodded. She dropped everything onto my desk, hugging herself. “I think I’m going to be sick.”

  Setting a hand on her shoulder in comfort—I knew that she wasn’t quite ready to be close to me—she shrugged my touch off.

  “Sweetheart—”

  Her eyes came to me, hurt evident in them. “You kept this from me!” she yelled. “I thought I was getting someone else’s emails. My name wasn’t even in them. Sure, it fucking made me nervous that some of my favorite chapters from books I’ve read were included in them, but they’re from bestsellers, so I told myself not to read too much into it.”

  “Dev—”

  “You should have told me. When did you know?” she demanded.

  I could taste blood I was biting my lip so damn hard.

  When I didn’t answer, she looked to Brycen, who avoided her spearing gaze by whistling.

  Turning to me, she skewered me with her fiery gaze once more. “When, Dalton?” she growled.

  “Mexico,” I said.

  Her eyes widened at my truth. “Rex,” she surmised.

  I nodded in confirmation. “It wasn’t just about the flowers he sent you, or how forceful he was about that date he wanted, or the fact that he was following you. It wasn’t just for my peace of mind. I know how he operates, Devolin. You’re forgetting that I’ve had eyes on him for a while. He’s been having you followed when he can’t do it himself. He gained access to your apartment and installed cameras.”

  “What?”

  “Rex found and removed them right away, after seeing these photos.” I pointed toward my desk.

  “Oh my God!” she whispered, letting her ass drop back to the couch, covering her face with her hands. “Rex has seen me naked?”

  Seriously?

  “There’s more to worry about here than who’s seen your sexy as fuck ass, sweetheart,” I said.
/>   Her head snapped up. “Don’t be so fucking crass, Dalton!”

  “It’s the fucking truth, Devolin, and you know it!” I exploded.

  Shooting to her feet again, she rushed the desk, grabbed the file, snapped up her phone from Brycen’s fingers, and turned for the door. “I’m out of here.”

  “I’ll call—”

  “No!” She whirled around, venom filling her eyes. “No Rex. No Brycen. No one from this place. And no you. I need to look at these closer. I need to think. I need to be alone.”

  The fact she’d emphasized that she didn’t want me around, stung. Then again, I’d walked into that situation two weeks ago.

  “Dev, I don’t—” I started.

  “I need to think Dalton.” Sad eyes met mine. “About a lot of things.” Then she walked out.

  “Fuck!” I yelled after my office door was slammed. Bracing my hands on my desk, leaning forward to look down, I shook my head. “Call Rex and put him on her,” I told Brycen.

  “But she—”

  “I know what she fucking said. It’s either him or me,” I eyed him. “She’s comfortable with him. She’s pissed at me a whole lot more than him. Tell him to follow her around for now.”

  The man nodded and left me to my thoughts.

  Chapter 48

  Devolin

  Make sure you activate the alarm. I love you. ~your Kip

  “Damn the fucking man!” I threw my phone onto the couch. Dalton’s text had come in just as I was walking into my apartment.

  Flipping the deadbolt, I headed to the alarm panel and entered the code to deactivate it, then entered the one to activate it with an at home status.

  My satchel hit the carpet with a gentle thud as I went straight to my bedroom, peeling one layer of clothes off at a time and dropping them wherever, leaving a trail behind me.

  I was numb. Too many thoughts rolled in my head. One thing I knew though—and I concentrated on it with all my being—Gordon Hewitt was about to be eviscerated in all things. Electronically, of course!

  Slipping into a pair of yoga pants and a loose-fitting hoodie, I headed for my sanctuary.

  My head ached and my eyes were starting to blur, but I had to keep going. I ignored everything around me. It didn’t matter that Dalton, Skylar, and Morgan were trying to get a hold of me. This shit show was going to end and quickly.

  At quarter after midnight, I gave into my rumbling stomach.

  I was on my way back to my computers, when I heard the knock at my door.

  I debated leaving whoever was on the other side hanging, but my mother’s voice nagged at me about my manners, and I gave in.

  Dropping the bag of Oreos and large glass of milk, I hit the disarm button on the alarm panel, flicked the deadbolt and opened.

  What I didn’t do is check the peephole.

  Dalton

  12:30AM

  I was still at the office when the call came.

  “What you got?” I barked.

  “She’s gone,” Rex groaned, sounding more like a pained one over an annoyed one. “Got clocked out before I could even get to her.”

  “Fuck! Are you okay?”

  “Nothing a few stitches won’t fix.”

  “Get your ass looked at, then I want you back at NSI.” I hung up. Scrolling through my contacts, I brought up Theo’s number and hovered over the call button. Deciding against it, I hit on Brycen.

  “She’s gone,” I said by way of greeting.

  “Already on my way, bro.” I heard the bleeping of a car alarm being activated. “Figured that out when I saw Rex’s tracker still at Devolin’s, while hers was heading out of town.”

  “You have her low-jacked?” I asked with incredulity. How had I not thought of that?

  “Her phone. Her car. Her favorite pair of running shoes. Her satchel, and one of her jackets,” the man answered. “It’s the satchel I’ve picked up.”

  The lock in the main door to NSI turned and Brycen loomed in the entranceway, staring straight at me, the panic in his face unmistakable.

  “Don’t say it.” I shook my head.

  “I’m not, but you know that it’s possible,” he said.

  I did.

  “We’ve got to call the guys in.”

  “Already done,” the man said. “Called them up as soon as I realized that something was going on.”

  I hissed, running my hands into my hair, pulling at it. “Fuck.”

  Brycen’s hand squeezed my shoulder. “Calm down, we’ll get her back. This was the only way. According to your sister, Devolin can hold a mean grudge. When she says she wants time alone, she means it too. She wouldn’t even allow Morgan in.”

  “That’s what I’m afraid of.”

  As my words came out, the front door crashed open to show Theo, his brother, Paxton, Tate, Shane, and Cade walk in.

  Hank

  My stomach roiled as I took the scene unfolding before me.

  Tucked away in the driver’s seat of my car, I watched as an unconscious Devolin was carried toward a black sedan.

  Some large man approached them, unbeknownst to him, the man depositing my son’s woman in the car had an accomplice.

  The man my son had set on his woman went down like a ton of bricks after suffering a hit to the back of the head with what looked like a tire iron.

  Both men got into the car, driving off with the squawk of tires on asphalt.

  I followed, the man crumpled onto the ground starting to rouse.

  When Dalton told me about what was going on, yesterday when they’d come over for Sunday dinner, old feelings got into the mix with those for my son’s present situation.

  I was still working for the Jacksonville PD when a file with Gordon Hewitt Jr.’s name had hit my desk.

  Knowing that the slippery fucker, that I hadn’t been able to put away, was now after my own child and the love of his life didn’t sit well.

  Dalton had called to tell me what happened earlier today.

  He’d fucked up by not telling her the truth, and that’s why I was there.

  But I’d fucked up, too.

  Chapter 49

  Dalton

  3:05AM

  “I’ve got the satchel, but her—” Brycen says over the line. “Shit!”

  “What?” I demanded over the speakerphone so the group could hear.

  “Her fucking computers!” I didn’t see why this warranted excitement. “They took her laptops. Dude…okay, hold on.” I heard a car door slam, then some tapping of keys. “Devolin has an instant Internet connection on those beasts,” he explained. “I can’t believe I didn’t think about tracking her location through that this entire time.”

  I nodded to myself. “Makes sense. Ditch the bag and only take what’s needed,” I hypothesized. “He’d want those computers. Hell, he wants the information that’s on them, some shit she got on two guys for him that she never gave to him. I’m betting that’s what he’s after.”

  “Me, too,” Brycen agreed.

  My phone beeped with an incoming message.

  “Got a message. Stay where you are until you get a bead on her, then call me back,” I ordered Brycen.

  “Roger that.”

  Disconnecting, I found that I’d missed a call from my dad.

  The man answered after the first ring.

  “Dad?”

  “Newport. That shipping yard you and your boys found Theo’s woman in last year. Fifteen.”

  Before I could say anything, my father hung up.

  I looked down at my phone. “What the fuck?”

  “What?” Theo took a step toward me, Morgan standing at his side.

  With Devolin kidnapped, and because Rex had found that letter that contained the threat toward Morgan and Theo, I’d told Theo to go get Morgan and bring her to the office.

  “The old man’s on the case, apparently,” I grumbled to the group. “She’s in Newport.”

&nbs
p; Theo’s eyes rounded. “Not…”

  “Yeah.”

  Four tries and I still hadn’t reached Dad. That heavy feeling in my gut was only getting heavier. Something bad was coming, I knew it with every fiber of my being.

  By the time we pulled up outside of the shipping yard, Brycen was there waiting for us.

  “Did you see Dad?” I asked him.

  “Nothing.”

  “Dammit!” I took a large breath, hoping for patience. “Everyone knows what they’re doing?” I received a collective nod.

  Time to roll.

  We found Dad first, tucked away behind Warehouse Fifteen, a bloodied heap on the ground. His breathing was shallow, but he was conscious. Barely.

  “Where’s the car?” he mumbled.

  “Car?”

  “Black Olds. Sedan. Last year’s model,” he rattled off.

  There hadn’t been one of those in sight. “Dad, all we saw was an old RAM drive off at the other end of the lot.” That’s when it hit me. “Get in that warehouse now!”

  Somehow, I knew we wouldn’t find what we’d come for.

  That was proven as fact when we came into the large structure, a table at its center, a chair, some tangled rope on the ground, and a body.

  Shot up multiple times, but still quite fresh since the oaf was still warm.

  “T, turn him over, will you?” Theo walked up to the body and flipped him from his side onto his back. Taking my phone, I snapped a shot and walked right back out to where my father lay. “Is this him?”

  “One of them,” he groaned. “There were two.”

  Where the fuck had they gone?

  Devolin

  I’d shot someone. Dead. Or at least I think he was.

  Holy shit, I shot someone!

  Let me explain that…

  Gordon had taken off with his car, leaving me alone with his muscle, to put to rights what I’d been messing with the entire night.

  You see, I’d finally found an access point to Gordon’s bank accounts, as well as proof that he was siphoning money from his investors in less than legal operations.