“Try it,” Carter growled.
“Yeah? Try it, asshole. I’m the only one who gets this hunky ass,” a female voice rang with mirth. Jordyn Alvarez was a woman I wouldn’t want to meet in a dark alley. Trained in every art of torture known to man, a black belt in every martial art, and strong enough to both stand up to and submit to Carter. Jordyn was not someone to have as an enemy.
“Jordyn,” Carter’s soft voice chided, the love evident even over a com unit. “Team two, take position; this will be fast and furious. As soon as Team one breaches, your only goal is to get the girls and get out.”
“Roger that,” Carter’s gal replied.
“Evans, if this flows down right, Team two will bring the package to you. Take it back to your hotel, lock it down, and wait for our arrival.”
“Roger that.”
The next ninety seconds crept by in slow motion. Gunshots rang out in stereo, voices yelled, then I heard the grunt of bodies hitting the ground. I held my breath and leaned forward, trying to catch a glimpse of things. I was too far away to differentiate between good and bad guys in the dark.
“Package in hand and headed toward carrier,” Jordyn’s voice crackled over the coms.
“10-4. Suspects apprehended. Area clear,” Carter replied. “Evans, take off as soon as the package is delivered.”
I hopped out of my truck as soon as I saw four people headed my way. Carter’s better half was leading the way, sweeping the area as they approached. Only when they reached me did she lower her weapon and smile. Genevieve rushed past her and ran into my arms. Her body shook with her sobs as she wrapped herself around me.
“Oh, thank god. I thought we were going to die.” Genevieve held tight.
“Shh, pet, I’ve got you.” I wrapped my arms around her, holding her close and rubbing her back.
“You’ve got one tough woman there,” Jordyn said with pride. “She gave those goons a tongue lashing that could flay the skin off of the toughest Dom at the club. Head held high even as they were pushing her around.”
Jordyn’s partner helped Kendra into the back of the truck, settling the blanket I kept in the back seat across her lap, and stood stroking her hand, attempting to comfort her.
“Come on, let’s go.” I unwrapped one arm and turned with Genevieve still under my other arm. “Tell Carter we’ll be waiting.”
“Roger that.” She saluted. “And, Evans?” She waited for me to look back at her. “You did good, even if you didn’t follow our instructions perfectly.” She grinned and motioned for her partner to join her before they jogged back toward the rest of their crew.
I settled Genevieve in the passenger seat, glanced at Kendra, who gave me a small smile, then quickly joined them. I backed up to the bend and into the field on the side of the road to turn around. I hit the headlights and took off back toward town and my hotel. I grabbed Genevieve’s hand and threaded our fingers together as we drove in silence. A truck cab was not the place to talk, and they would be bombarded with questions soon enough.
“Brian?”
I glanced at Genevieve and squeezed her hand. “Yeah?”
“My answer is yes.” Her words were almost a whisper.
“What?” I was confused about what question she might be answering.
“You and me and whatever this might be,” she waved her hand between us, “my answer is yes.”
Fireworks exploded inside my head along with every fantasy my mind had composed over the last few days. My body reacted just as quickly. I took a deep breath, calming my racing heart, and mentally telling my cock now was not the time to jump to attention.
“Okay.” I grinned at her and tried not to speed the rest of the way to the hotel.
12
Brian
I closed the door after ensuring that Carter’s men would escort Kendra home and made a mental note to ask Brody to have Trident’s therapist get in contact with her. I spun at the sound of the bathroom door opening. My heart seized at the sight before me. The light from the bathroom illuminated a mostly naked Genni. Her hair was damp and hung in wet waves, falling to her bare shoulders. The skimpy hotel towel barely covered her, ending just past her hips. She was glorious and mine. The shadows beneath her eyes halted my libido. She was exhausted and in no shape for anything except sleep.
“Come here, pet.” I opened my arms. She slipped into them, fitting perfectly against me. Her head rested against my shoulder; her breasts pressed against my chest through the thin fabric of the towel. I couldn’t hide the evidence of my attraction, and she rubbed against me as she hummed. “Not tonight, pet, you need sleep.” I grabbed one of my t-shirts and gently dressed her in it. “I’m sorry I didn’t have time to grab any of your things.” I honestly wasn’t, seeing her in my clothes, wrapped in my scent pleased me.
She leaned back and glanced up at me, her mouth angled down in a pout. As much as I wanted to take her right then and there, I wouldn’t. When I took her, I wanted her alert and aware of everything I planned to do.
“Let’s go to bed.” I yanked the sheets back on the bed and helped her in. I grabbed her towel and tucked her in, leaving her only long enough to hang up the damn towel in the bathroom. She watched me as I returned and stripped down to my boxers, her eyes focusing on the bulge below my hips, and licked her lips. “Pet, you’ll kill me if you keep staring at me that way.”
Walking around the bed, I dragged back the coverings from the other side. I lay on my back next to her and pulled her to me, needing her close, safe in my arms. That comfort would be enough for tonight.
“Why do you call me that?” Her soft voice sounded on the edge of sleep.
“Call you what?” I ran my fingers lightly up and down the arm she had draped across my chest.
“Pet,” she mumbled.
“It’s a term of endearment. One regularly used in the BDSM lifestyle.” I kissed the top of her head, the light scent of hotel shampoo and the deeper scent of woman beneath it mingling together. The soap didn’t hide the unique scent that was Genevieve.
“Mmm, I like it.” Her breath fanned across my chest as sleep took her under. I tugged the covers further over us and joined her in slumber.
I awoke to empty arms and the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee. Genevieve stood in the little kitchenette area, cradling a mug in her hands and dressed in one of my T-shirts. The hem reached the middle of her thighs.
“Morning, sleepyhead.” She smiled and picked up another mug I hadn’t notice and brought it to me. “I didn’t have a change of clothes, so I stole one of your shirts.”
“I like you in my shirt.” I took the mug and sat up against the headboard. I knew at that moment I would never tire of looking at her. “Come away with me,” I blurted.
“Where?” she asked as she settled on the bed facing me.
“Florida,” my mouth spoke before my brain engaged.
“Why Florida?”
“My brother lives in Tampa; we can visit him and his wife. He is also part owner in a private club there that I want to take you to.” My brain was screaming at me to stop, but my mouth ignored it.