TheFugitivesSexyBrother

by Annabeth Leong

  Emily exhaled from deep in her chest and her body went stiff. Javier tightened his arms around her, letting her know that he could hold her up. “Surrender,” he repeated, and held her with all his strength as she clenched around his fingers.

  She went limp in his arms while he whispered encouragement. The feeling of this powerful woman trusting her weight to him stirred him beyond simple desire. Javier savored the moment as Emily recovered her breath, burying his face in her hair.

  “Javier,” Emily said. “Get the condoms, please. Now.”

  He laughed and kissed her cheek. He scooped her up into his arms, pleased she felt so light and small despite her deadly abilities. He carried her to the couch and leaned over to clear it, shifting her weight to his left arm while he moved items out of the way with his right.

  He set her down and found the condoms. “Put it on me,” he said, handing her the foil-wrapped package.

  Emily groaned. “I have no dexterity whatsoever right now.”

  Javier raised an eyebrow, and one corner of her mouth quirked up. She tore the package open, then gripped his cock. Her fingers felt perfect around him, firm and cool against his hard heat. She shaped her thumb and forefinger into a ring and slipped it over the head of his shaft, twisting gently against the underside of the ridge.

  He closed his eyes. “Watch it,” Javier said. “I really don’t want to disappoint you, but I’m not going to make it inside you if you keep that up.”

  Emily grinned and put on the condom.

  “Open for me,” Javier whispered.

  She winked and opened her mouth. Javier pinched her earlobe. “I can’t hold back long enough to give you another spanking. Open your legs, Emily.”

  She obeyed, her long, tan legs spreading with the poise and control of a ballet dancer. He managed to appreciate the view for about a second before climbing on top of her and burying himself inside her with a groan.

  She wrapped around him with muscular limbs, her legs locking behind his back and her arms circling his neck. “I feel like I’ve been waiting forever for this,” Javier said.

  “Wow, how badly do you whine if someone makes you wait a week?”

  He licked the end of her nose. “Brat.” Javier returned a mischievous grin to rival hers and set about transforming her sass to sighs of pleasure. He ground his pelvis against hers until she gasped and nibbled down each side of her neck.

  He tried to pull all the way out so he could torture her with a slow slide back in. Emily prevented this by holding him in place with her legs. They engaged in a silent tug of war. “I want you inside me,” Emily cried. The complaining tone in her voice made Javier collapse in helpless laughter against her chest. His body’s shaking wiggled his cock inside her, creating a tickling sensation along the side of his shaft. He couldn’t figure out which way it made him want to move.

  “I don’t know if I can do this anymore,” he said when he caught his breath.

  Immediately, she plastered on a sober expression that threatened to send him into another fit of guffaws. “No, no, Javier. Stay with me here.”

  She unlocked her ankles. He covered his mouth with his hand.

  “Pull yourself together, man. This was feeling so good. Please.”

  He rested his forehead against hers. “When I imagined you begging for my cock, this wasn’t exactly the circumstance I pictured.”

  “I’ll be good,” Emily said. “I promise.” She rocked her hips against his. “Now, um, please get back to it. Focus.”

  More laughter burst out of him. “You are killing me.”

  “Oh my God.” Emily made a frustrated gesture toward the ceiling, and the next thing Javier knew, he’d landed on his back on the floor. She settled both hands on his pecs and started to ride him, her tight, sharp thrusts restoring his cock to full arousal.

  “Hey! I’m supposed to be dominating you here!”

  “You know what happens when you drop your guard.” Emily arched her back as she took him in deep, showing the full length of her slim neck as she threw her head toward the ceiling. Her small breasts rode high on her chest. Laughter dropped away completely at the magnificent sight. Javier had to possess her.

  “No, you don’t,” he said, grabbing for her. Thrown by pleasure, Emily couldn’t use her martial arts advantage. Muscle to muscle, Javier overpowered her, pulling her tight against his chest and rolling them both again. He stayed inside her and wound up on top. To emphasize the statement he’d just made, he hooked his arms under both her knees, folding her in half beneath him.

  There. Ecstasy ripped across her face as he pressed inside her at a new angle. He braced his arms beside her head and took her hard as she lay trapped under his weight.

  Sweat dripped from Javier’s forehead. He knew he couldn’t hold back much longer. She looked too beautiful beneath him, and his deep, fast thrusts felt too good. Still, he wanted her to have just a little more pleasure before this ended. “Touch yourself, Emily.”

  She obeyed, slipping her hand between their bodies. Her fingertips nudged his thrusting shaft as they rolled and rubbed her clit. Emily brought her other hand up to her left breast, squeezing and kneading it. She stiffened beneath him, and Javier couldn’t hold out against the sight of her, mouth half open, lifting her hips to him as orgasm spread through her body.

  He joined her in joyful oblivion.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Neva rubbed her eyes. She’d waited up for Matthew the night before until she couldn’t keep them open, then she’d drunk a pot of coffee and waited some more. Her computer screen swam. Her head felt dry. The sun coming in through the glass storefront pierced her brain as if she’d spent the previous night getting drunk.

  She examined her fingernails. She’d ruined them again.

  The front door to Guy’s Bail Bonds creaked open. Neva braced herself. She couldn’t think of anyone she’d be happy to see.

  Emily appeared, striding in with bounce and confidence. Her hair, normally pulled into a severe ponytail or up into an even more severe bun, hung plaited in an uncharacteristically intricate pattern. A red mark on her neck suggested the shape of a man’s mouth. Her big, blue eyes glowed and practically danced.

  A terrible suspicion started in Neva’s gut. She ducked under the desk and pretended to search for something in her purse so she wouldn’t have to torture herself any longer with Emily’s approach. Maybe she’d come to see Guy. He’d been in the back room all morning. They could have a long conference back there, and Neva wouldn’t have to look at either of them.

  “Hey, Neva.” Emily chirped her greeting, then jumped up to sit on the edge of the desk.

  Neva’s fingers closed around her phone. It made as good an excuse as anything. She checked it. Two text messages from Matthew, both in the last thirty minutes. Neva did a mental calculation of how long it would have taken Emily to drive to Guy’s Bail Bonds from Matthew’s house. Nausea rose in the back of her throat.

  “You okay?” Emily asked, leaning to peer over the edge of the desk.

  Neva jerked up, ready to play off her hurt. She cracked her head on the desk in the process. She cried out and rocked back and forth in her chair.

  “Neva! Oh my God!” Emily ran toward her. Neva threw out a hand, warning her back. The last thing she needed right then was her friend’s sympathy.

  The motion knocked her off balance even more. The chair’s wheels shot out from under her and she crashed to the floor, barely avoiding another lump to the head. She lay still and gasping, feeling more humiliated than ever before.

  Tan boxing shoes appeared beside her head. Neva closed her eyes, unable to bear the sight of Emily.

  “Neva, will you please let me help you up?”

  Neva swallowed, then nodded miserably. She tried to take Emily’s assistance as intended, but as her friend’s strong, slender fingers closed around her upper arms, all she could do was speculate about why Matthew preferred them. Emily didn’t seem big enough to do it, but she lifted Neva without an
y sign of effort.

  “Do you think you got a concussion? Can you look me in the eye?”

  “Jesus, I just hit my head on the desk. It’s not a big deal.”

  “Humor me.”

  Neva sighed and met Emily’s gaze. Pain stabbed through her again at the clear joy on Emily’s face. Not even her current concern could hide it. She pushed back from Emily and turned away.

  Emily shot her hand out and grabbed Neva’s wrist. “Neva. Please. What did I do?”

  “I don’t want to talk about it.”

  Emily sighed and released her. Neva took the opportunity to walk as far away as she could get in the small office. She took a deep breath to steady herself. Neva knew she wasn’t being fair to Emily, but behaving generously in the face of being spurned so obviously felt like too much to ask.

  “Look, Neva, I’ll leave if you want me to. I hope you feel comfortable telling me what happened sometime. I guess before I go, I just want to know if our deal’s off on the Bonavita case.”

  Neva rounded on her. “Why don’t you ask Matthew? You two both keep coming to me wanting to make deals. Why don’t you work together already and leave me alone?”

  Emily paled. “What the hell are you talking about?”

  “I’m not stupid, Emily. You swore you were over him, but you made a special effort to tell me to stay away from him, didn’t you? Then he keeps asking about you, even when he’s supposed to be seeing me. He stands me up last night, and you—well, you show up looking like you just rolled out of bed, if you know what I mean.”

  Emily blinked and took a couple of steps back. “Neva, you’ve got the wrong idea. Really wrong.”

  “Yeah. You and Matthew are just friends. Go tell that to some other sucker.”

  Emily came toward Neva again. Backed against the wall, she had nowhere left to go. Neva hung her head. “Can you just let it be? Please? He was your man first, I get it. I just can’t take you pretending to be my friend at the same time.”

  Emily touched Neva’s hand, her fingers strangely cool compared to the jealous heat filling Neva’s entire body. “Let’s both sit down and talk about this. Please. Before either of us jumps to a whole bunch of conclusions. Can you give me that much before you write me off as a friend?”

  A ragged breath filled Neva’s lungs. No matter what happened now, she’d feel foolish, but she felt a morbid urge to know exactly how badly Matthew had humiliated her. Finally, she nodded and allowed Emily to guide her back to her desk. Her friend righted the chair and Neva seated herself again, a little gingerly. Emily resumed her spot on the desk’s surface.

  “Now I don’t know what you think happened,” Emily said, “but I can tell you that I wouldn’t go back to Matthew Lodi’s bed if it was necessary to save the world. I’m not trying to insult you, Neva. I just want you to understand that I’m really and truly over him. No question whatsoever.”

  Neva folded her arms across her chest and narrowed her eyes. “You have a hickey on your neck.”

  It would have been funny if Neva hadn’t been so angry. Emily’s eyes snapped open, and she jumped off the desk, fingers searching her exposed skin as if she’d be able to feel the hickey’s location.

  “See?” Neva said. “Don’t try to lie to me, especially not when it’s so obvious.”

  Emily growled and stamped her foot on the floor. “Will you chill out? I’m embarrassed about the damn hickey, but it’s not from Matthew.” She rolled her eyes and blew a frustrated breath, ruffling the few escaped hairs along her forehead. “If you must know, I’m having a…thing…with Javier Bonavita.”

  Neva blinked, a bit of clear thinking returning to her. “Javier Bonavita?As in, Fernando Bonavita’s kid brother?”

  “Well, he’s definitely not a kid,” Emily said, then turned such a fascinating shade of red that Neva couldn’t entertain any further doubt.

  “Damn, girl. I didn’t think you were the type to get information that way.”

  The blush extended even further down Emily’s neck. “That’s not why I slept with him.”

  “Wow, you slept with him already? How long have you known him?”

  Emily plopped down on the desk again and dropped her head into her hands. “You’re not making this easy, Neva.”

  “Are you kidding? You’re sleeping with your quarry’s brother. There’s nothing easy about it.”

  “You’re telling me.”

  “I want all the juicy details.”

  Emily shook her head, but her half-grin told Neva she’d spill. “We’ll get a coffee later, Neva, I promise. First, I need to ask—”

  “Like hell! First, you need to answer! If you didn’t sleep with him for information, what’s going on? You don’t have feelings for him?” Neva leaned forward, as if a closer examination of Emily’s face might reveal the information that her friend kept concealed.

  “Neva, I don’t know. It’s only been a couple days…”

  Neva’s mouth dropped open. “You don’t know? Jesus. You’re totally in love with him, aren’t you?”

  Emily scowled. “How do you get from ‘don’t know’ to ‘totally in love’?”

  “If you didn’t have feelings, you’d just say no, Emily. You’re only getting all weird about it because you’re embarrassed about how into him you are.”

  Emily pressed her lips together and looked over her shoulder out the window. A triumphant grin curved across Neva’s lips. “I wouldn’t call it ‘love’,” Emily said after a minute, grudgingly.

  “Not yet anyway.”

  Emily whacked her arm. Neva didn’t call her on it. She guessed she deserved it after the way the conversation had started. Then Emily’s face got serious and Neva sighed. She could tell when the focus was about to shift back to her, in a big way.

  “What’s with Matthew?” Emily said.

  “Look, if it doesn’t have anything to do with you, do me a favor and don’t ask. Okay?”

  Emily pressed her lips together. “Okay. But you said something about both of us wanting to make deals.”

  “Emily. We have an agreement. I’m working for you.” Neva controlled her face carefully, holding back the wince that kept wanting to form. It really wasn’t that bad that she’d called Matthew to let him know when Emily would be at Guy’s. Emily wouldn’t understand if she brought it up, but there wasn’t any need to mention it.

  A skeptical frown played over Emily’s face long enough that Neva started to feel insulted. Then her friend shrugged and drummed her fingers on the surface of the desk. She leaned in close. “I got a lead I want you to check out.”

  “From Javier?”

  Emily narrowed her eyes in a silent response that betrayed plenty of information. “Her name is Carolina Mendes.”

  Neva smirked for long enough to make Emily uncomfortable, then nodded. She handed her a pen and notepad. “Write the name down for me, along with everything you know about her. I can check her out.”

  Guy chose that moment to come out of the back room. “You girls doing okay out here? I heard some kind of crashing.”

  Emily set down the pad of paper and moved toward the door. Neva glared at her. A couple years ago, she would have wanted Emily to clear out when Guy showed up, but things were different now. “Guy!” Emily said with a smile that made Neva want to kick her. “If you want to play hero, you’ve got to move faster. That crashing sound happened about five minutes ago. I already lifted Neva off the floor myself. She hit her head pretty bad, I think.”

  Guy crossed the floor to Neva in a single step. His hand on her shoulder shot her body full of electricity. Matthew would have to go down on her for half an hour to get her this excited, and that was saying something. “You okay?”

  Neva couldn’t find her voice. She glanced toward Emily for help, only to find the bitch had abandoned her with her sexy boss.

  Guy’s thick fingers sank into her hair. They rasped against the back of her head, hotter than they ought to be. “Look at me,” he said. “You might have a concussion
.”

  Neva groaned, either because everyone thought they were an amateur doctor or because his hands felt just as big and gentle as she’d always imagined. Guy cupped her chin and lifted it. Neva took a deep breath and looked in his eyes. Deep, brown, concerned and entirely focused on her. Her lips parted without her permission.

  Guy frowned. “Your pupils look fine, but you’ve got dark circles under your eyes. Are you sleeping okay lately, Neva?”

  “Huh? Oh yeah. I’m fine. You don’t have to worry about that.” She shook her head, working herself free of his hands before she did something stupid. “Thanks, but I’m really okay. I just fell over in a stupid way. Emily startled me when she came in. That’s all.”

  Guy released her when she stepped back, but was that disappointment crossing his face? “I’m sorry,” Guy said, in a downcast mumble that tore at Neva’s heart.

  “I appreciate the concern, Guy. Really.”

  He nodded once. He didn’t say anything else, but he seemed hesitant about returning to the back room. Neva stared at him, incredulous. If she hadn’t spent years pining for him with no result, she’d have been certain he wanted her. She bit her lip. Now might not be the best time, but to hell with Matthew Lodi. He’d forfeited any claim he had on her when he’d stood her up last night, again.

  Slowly, she walked toward Guy, unable to meet his eyes. Closer, then even closer. Close enough to feel the heat radiating off his skin, and still Guy didn’t say a word. His breath blew across her cheek. Neva gathered her courage and took one final step, bringing the length of her body in contact with his. His jeans brushed her jeans, the rasp of fabric loud in the small room. Neva’s heart pounded so hard she couldn’t form thoughts around the noise of it in her head.

  As soon as she could stand to, she tilted her head back to check Guy’s expression.

  Seeing puzzlement on his face, Neva flushed and ducked her head again. She stepped back quickly, only to find Guy’s hand on her hip, stopping her. She moaned aloud, and her remaining restraint snapped.

  Neva flung herself into his arms, hungry for his mouth and beyond worry about his reaction. Guy growled in the back of his throat. He slipped his tongue between her lips as if he owned her. Neva went limp in his arms, trusting him to hold her up. He did.