by Brynne Asher
I look down my body at him and, when he meets my gaze, he’s downright beautiful. “It’s a long drive and then my car will be stuck there.”
His eyes narrow on me before I lose them, his gaze dropping to take in my body. “I know for a fact you have a Merc along with the Rover. You’ll be fine.”
“Eli, I can’t let anyone know about us. Not yet. Not only will my father have a come-apart, but I can’t imagine what Patrick will say. After everything settles and I get a dismissal, I can explain things to them. I also can’t imagine this would be good for you at work. I’m sure it’s frowned upon to give orgasms to people like me—falsely accused or otherwise.”
His eyes pop back to mine and I swear there’s a flicker of anger there before a wicked smile takes over. He then dips his hands under my robe and runs them up the outsides of my thighs and hips, landing on my waist where he pushes the material back, causing it to fall from my shoulders and hang at my elbows.
My fingers tense on his neck when he slowly widens his legs, causing mine to do the same. It doesn’t matter how many high kicks I do during workouts—my thighs are no match for his and he’s effectively opened me in front of him.
My voice dips but I still want to know what he’s going to do next. “Eli.”
“Never worry about my work, Jen. I’m handling that.” One of his hands drops and his index finger trails up the inside of my thigh. “Now, are you going to drink tonight?”
When his finger trails between my legs, I feel how wet I am again. Or still. Damn, I’m going to need another shower before I leave. A cold one. I’ll be so late. “Eli, please. I need to go.”
“Please stop or please keep playing with you? Because I know which one’s not going to happen.”
I close my eyes. “You’re making me late.”
“I’m also making you happy.” He slides a finger deep inside and I can’t help but press down on his hand. “Jen?”
He’s got one hand locked on my hip holding me steady and the other is finger fucking me straight to double-orgasmic heaven. My body will be jelly when he’s finished. Forget about the bridal luncheon—I’ll be lucky to make the wedding at all. My mother will surely send a search party soon. Despite feeling like ten-pound weights, I somehow manage to drag my eyelids open.
“I’m picking you up. I don’t want you driving if you’re going to drink. It’s illegal.” He circles my clit with his thumb. “It would suck if I had to arrest you.”
I frown even though my breathing has started to shallow. “That’s not funny.”
He smirks. “Sure it is.”
Then, damn him, he pulls his thumb away but he does give me a second finger and that feels good. He has big hands.
“I’ll be there at midnight. Keep our hotline close and I’ll text you when I’m there.”
“Our hotline,” I repeat and try to move to find his thumb.
He lowers his voice. “Just you and me, baby.”
He gives me a little, brushing the tip of my clit, making me want more. It also makes me relent. “Okay. Midnight.”
“Good.” His eyes don’t leave mine, but they do darken. “Now, baby. The first one was on me but you’re going to have to work for number two. If you want it, move.”
My body tenses.
He brushes my clit again and pumps his fingers one more time, but that’s all I get. “You heard me. I want to watch.”
I narrow my eyes but can’t help but move my hips. “You want a lot.”
“I want everything but you’re already late so, for now, I’ll settle for this.”
I slide my hands to his shoulders to hang on because I do want it. But I also want to give him what he wants. “Settling? You sound disappointed.”
He shakes his head but his lustful eyes drop to his hand between my legs and I swear I become wetter. “Never. For a bad situation, you’re pretty fucking perfect.”
As he keeps finger fucking me, I try to reach for his thumb but I can’t find it. With no other choice, I have to widen my legs even more.
Oh. There he is.
It feels so good, I give him what he wants. I move.
“Fuck,” he groans, spurring me on. When I look down, his eyes are on my sex. His hand at my hip that was holding me steady, works its way around to my ass, to help me move.
And I move with everything I can. It’s close—I can feel it building.
I’ve never been like this with anyone. But, with Eli, it’s different. I’m different. Maybe it’s because whatever this is between us, it’s ours. No one knows about us. I’ve always treasured my privacy, but the longer I’ve been at MI and moved up the ranks, I don’t just value it. I’m greedy for it. I don’t need anyone judging me more than they already do.
But it’s the way he looks at me. Talks to me. The way I can tell he wants me—both me and my body.
“I can feel you. Come on my hand, baby.”
Oh, yes. He wants all of me. And I can’t wait to give it to him.
My breathing shallows, my head lists, and I lower myself onto his hand as far as I can. Then it happens for the second time. When my body starts to convulse, I try to pull back and that’s when Eli takes over. His arm rounds my waist, holding me tight and, just like before, he wrings it out of me until I fall limp for the second time in the matter of thirty minutes.
Lying here against his chest, sexually spent and relaxed with my hair frizzing and my arms hindered by my robe, his hands start moving on me again. I didn’t know it was possible to be more relaxed, but his touch on my skin does it.
He turns and puts his lips to my forehead. “Be ready to go by midnight.”
I try to wrap my arms around him to give him a squeeze, but my robe is holding me hostage. Instead, I press into him and mumble, “You really know how to get a girl to do what you want.”
His hand snakes up into my messy hair and I can’t imagine what I look like. When he tips my head back, he’s serious as shit when he states, “We’ve barely begun. I have all kinds of plans for you.”
Wow.
And shit.
I can’t lie. Something lying dormant, deep inside me, is a little intrigued.
Chapter 15
Glutes
Jen
“Welcome to our crazy family.” I hug my new sister-in-law. “Let me just say, you’re lucky you live in Nebraska.”
Paige Carpino—now Paige Montgomery as of thirty minutes ago—smiles in a way that tells me she’s not going to argue. And who can blame her? The way my last few weeks have gone, I might run off to Nebraska to live in my brother’s basement if it weren’t for my orgasm-inducing secret federal agent.
“We might live in Nebraska, but Cam loves it here. I know how happy it made him to have the wedding where he grew up. Thank you for everything.” Paige puts a hand to her baby bump and I’m not quite sure I’ve ever seen anyone more genuinely happy. It almost takes my breath away.
Paige and I have become close. Even when my hard-headed big brother was being a dipshit, I did everything I could to keep her in the fold because, if anyone knows Cam, it’s me. I knew he loved her and he’d come around. She’s good to the core. She already loves Cam’s kids, Jordy and Cara, as her own and I know for a fact she’d move heaven and earth for my brother, even though she’ll never need to. He’s already done it for her and will keep on with that for the rest of his days.
I smile and tip my head. “If by thanking me for everything, you mean keeping my mother in check, you’re welcome.”
Paige tries to hide a grin and we both know for a fact that’s what she meant. “Well, my mother is just as … imposing.” She looks around and sighs. “It grew into a massive event overnight, didn’t it? I’m featuring it all on my blog and it’s going to be bigger than I ever imagined. I can’t wait to get the pictures back.”
She’s not wrong about that. What started out as a small family wedding between the Montgomerys and the Carpinos has turned into the social affair of the season. I’m pretty sure hotels ar
e booked from here to Ft. Worth with guests who traveled in and they weren’t let down. No expense has been spared by either Paige’s family or ours—but, then again, any event at the ranch is a sight to see.
“Hey, you two.” Ellie shows up by my side and hands me a drink. “Blood orange Moscow mule. Drink up, sista. I’m introducing you to the quarterback whether you like it or not.”
Paige grins at Ellie before turning her big brown eyes on me. “I just met him, and Jen, he’s hot.”
I take a sip of my mule but frown, shaking my head while I think of the secret man who had me stripped down to nothing and gave me one orgasm before making me work for the second. If I didn’t know for a fact how good it was for me, I’d say he enjoyed it just as much. “I told you no last week. Like I have time for anyone right now, least of all someone in the public eye. You know I hate publicity. People magazine is bad enough. You think I want to add Sports Illustrated to that? No way. Where are Griff and Robert, by the way?”
“I just got Griff to sleep and put him down in the house with the nanny mom hired to watch the kids. Who knows where Robert is, but I doubt he’ll dance with me anyway. Come on, you promised me a fun night and I’m holding you to it.” She looks to Paige and grins. “Your family is the shit, by the way. Seriously, I want to be a Carpino.”
Paige rolls her eyes but smiles unapologetically. If she loves her family half as much as they’ve shown their love for her—and now my brother and his kids—they’re swimming in it and I know she doesn’t take that for granted. “They’re something, all right.” Then she looks back to us and her face sobers as she reaches out to grab our hands. “Thank you for everything. I have two sisters, a sister-in-law, and now both of you. I don’t know what I would have done without you both through everything.”
Ellie pulls Paige in for a hug. “It was really Jen. She’s the glue. I’m just a follower. But we knew if you could make our grumpy brother happy, you were a keeper. We did our best to kick him in the ass for you.”
When Paige pulls away, she has tears in her eyes and I give her hand a squeeze. “Don’t cry. You’re happily married and you’re giving us a new niece or nephew. That means Mom will obsess over you instead of us for the next year. Thank you for that.”
Paige laughs and wipes her eyes. “Trust me, she’s already started. I’m decorating the nursery as soon as we get home from Hawaii. I don’t need anyone else’s help.”
As much as Cam wants nothing to do with MI, we convinced him to take the company jet for their honeymoon since Paige is pregnant. She’ll be more comfortable and the trip will go faster with no layovers.
A group of Carpinos who have taken over the dance floor call for the bride and we all turn that way.
“See?” Ellie complains. “I want to be one of them.”
“Go,” I say to Paige. “Have fun with your people. You leave first thing in the morning.”
She turns back to us for one more hug before prancing her petite, pregnant self out to dance with her family.
Ellie tips her head back and finishes her drink. “Come on. Let’s hit the bar then we’ll join them. I’m ready to move. Dinner was heavy but at least it’ll soak up all the alcohol I plan on drinking.”
I scan the crowd until my eyes stop on something that makes them roll. “Your husband, my controller, has cornered Dad. You really need to get him to loosen up. Besides Dad doesn’t need to be talking business tonight. He should be able to enjoy his son’s wedding.”
Ellie pauses before shaking her head. “I’m not sure we’re speaking after the drive here. I asked him if, for once—for fucking once—he could try to enjoy himself. He’s so uptight lately, thinking he needs to do more to prove himself at work since he’s only married to a Montgomery. If I’ve heard that once, I’ve heard it a million times. I don’t know why he wanted the job. It doesn’t pay that much more than his last one.”
“Hey, you can’t fault him for wanting to be a part of MI since he’s married to you. You might not get that because you don’t care. As much as I think your husband has the personality of a light pole, he’s good at his job.”
She grabs my mule, taking a big gulp, and turns away from her husband and our father. “He wasn’t like this when we met.”
I take my drink back and give her the side eye. “So you’ve said. Forget about it for tonight. Come on, let’s hit the bar and then you can pretend you’re a Carpino for the rest of the night. My life is so upside down right now, I might do the same.”
That perks her up like the daisy she normally is and she actually bounces in her heels. “I love you, you know-it-all, perfect, executive big sister. What would I do without you?”
I look down at her—four inches shorter than me—and give her a wicked grin. “You’d probably still be grounded for all the shit I helped hide from Mom and Dad back in the day—you rule-breaking, perfect, little dancing fairy.”
She grabs my hand and throws me a look over her shoulder—a naughty smile I haven’t seen in years. “That is no fucking lie.”
*****
Eli
Sitting outside the gate of her parents’ huge-ass property, I text her again. I’d be concerned about her if this place wasn’t locked down tighter than Leavenworth and is the home she grew up in—if you can call it a home. It’s more like a high-west mansion. The party must be winding down, cars have been leaving the property in increasing frequency. I got here twenty minutes early in case she was ready to go sooner than we planned and now she’s thirty minutes late. Sitting in a car for hours is something I’m used to when doing surveillance, but I’m finding myself on edge.
Waiting on a bad guy to show his face is different than waiting on the woman who I stripped naked and had my mouth on her pussy for the first time today. I’m never anxious. It’s my job to be cool so I can think quick if I need to. Too many decisions in my work have been life-and-death ones. I trust my instincts.
On any day but today.
Right now, all I want to do is badge my way in there and wade through the suits, tuxes, and formal dresses to find her. I want to haul her back to my truck and take her home—to her condo or my shitty-ass apartment, I really don’t care. Hell, what I really want to do is drive south, cross the border, find a hut on the beach and forget the federal case against her and all the shit swirling around me.
That might be considered abduction by some but, to me, right now, it’s sounds nothing short of utopia.
If I did any of that, I’d out her and myself. Something neither of us are ready for yet.
I texted her two minutes ago and still nothing.
I start my truck and pull up to the security guard holding an iPad at the gate and roll down my window. “Hey.”
He looks at his watch before frowning at me. “Good evening, Sir. The reception is wrapping up.”
I smile and do my best not to look as irritated as I feel. “I know. I’m not on your list but I am here to pick up Ms. Montgomery. She’s expecting me.”
He brings his iPad to life. “Ms. Montgomery?”
“Jensen Montgomery,” I amend.
He keeps scrolling. “Ms. Montgomery hasn’t arranged for a car that I see.”
Arranged for a car? Fuck me. He hasn’t said it, but she didn’t arrange for a truck that’s seven years old, either. Especially with a guy driving it who looks nothing like a driver and everything like an average Joe.
My only chance to get in without making a scene is sweet-talking this kid. “No. It wouldn’t be. She only called for me an hour ago.”
He takes in a big breath and shakes his head. “I’m sorry—”
“Look,” I interrupt and take in his nametag pinned to his security jacket. “Fisher?”
He shrugs. “Justin Fisher, Sir.”
“Justin.” I lean my elbow on the opened window ledge of my truck and lower my voice. “Look. Do you know Ms. Montgomery?”
He nods. “I work for Montgomery Industries. At the main building.”
I tip my he
ad. “Good. Well, as you know, her brother was married tonight and Ms. Montgomery celebrated. A lot.” I shrug and give up all the information I have to make it look legit. “She needs a ride and her normal driver is off. I’m a friend and she called me. The house and guest house are full tonight. I just need to collect her and we’ll be out of your hair. I know you have an important job to do.”
Young Justin looks around and I can tell he’s warring with himself.
“Justin.” I crook my finger to him. “She’s the CFO. She doesn’t want to make a big deal about not being able to drive herself home, you know?”
That must make sense to him because he finally relents. “I hope I don’t get in trouble for this.”
I shake my head and smile. “It’s all good, man.”
He moves back into the guardhouse and opens the gate. I roll up my window and give him a wave as I drive through to search for Jen.
If she’s ignoring me on purpose, there’ll be hell to pay.
As I wind through the property, I was wrong. It goes on forever and the main home, which you can barely see from the road, is bigger than I thought. Most of the time when I’m with her, I forget she comes from this—that this is who she is.
Beyond the meadow where I park, there’s a sea of white tents in a clearing of trees with more outdoor seating areas lighting the night up like a never-ending firecracker. Music is blaring and people are still going at it. I’ve never regretted my choice of clothing more than I do at this moment. I know how to blend into a crowd, but right now—wearing jeans and a pullover—I’m not even sure I can pull off being a part of the cleaning crew, and I have no doubt there’s a cleaning crew.
Maybe everyone will be drunk enough they won’t notice. Other than her Baptist mother.
I get out of my car and head toward the crowd, scanning the area. Just when I pass a group of people laughing and talking louder than they need to, my phone goes off so many times, it’s like I’ve hit the Jensen Montgomery jackpot.