Looking at all the pieces the only logical conclusion for killing Darrin and kidnapping Lexi was to bait Tessa out. They knew Darrin would make the papers, him being some hot-shot local lawyer, especially if the car crash was hinky. That would have to draw Tess out to contact her sister, and then having her let them track their way back to Tess.
What a fucking mess. Killing a man to find your ex and steal her son is a deep level of depraved. Something I plan to rectify swiftly.
Now that I’m alone in my room and have washed the travel off, it’s all starting to settle on me. I can feel the weight of what I’m about to do hanging on my shoulders. A lesser man may stumble under that weight, but it only fuels the fires within me; presses me on. I need that drive to keep me focused on getting both of them back. They mean too much to Tessa to let this fail.
I dress quickly and head over to Axel’s room where we’ve set up base. Cotton and Remy have designated it Mission Command and are entirely too proud of themselves for it. As soon as we got into town Remy, Cotton, and Tully went out to both the plating shop and the Pikesmen garage and set up some discreet surveillance equipment. The feeds will be constantly monitored until we find our way in and can make a move. We’re all taking shifts monitoring the video, but when I get to the room, everyone is hanging there anyway.
I have to admit that’s one thing I love most about the Club, the brotherhood, the bond we all share and the fact that we all just honestly enjoy being around one another. A rare thing with a bunch of alpha types. It’s my turn for a shift and I spend it keeping an eye on the monitors and listening to Cotton and Tully arguing over which comic book universe is better and why. Did you know you could argue the merits of Marvel versus DC for six hours straight? Yeah. I didn’t either. Nor did I realize that rubber nipples are apparently a weakness to one’s argument.
By the time I stumble back to my room, just before 3AM, it’s been almost 48 hours since I had a decent sleep and I’m ready to crash. I stumble into my room after fumbling with the key card for entirely too long and pull up short.
“Tessa? What the fuck?!”
Tessa is sitting on the end of the bed in my sleazy motel room in a hot pink bra and panties, and not a stitch more. My overtired brain can’t even begin to process the scene before me, but my dick sure as hell can. My cock immediately starts to swell and strain behind my jeans.
How is she here? How did she find us? How the fuck did she get out of the goddamn compound?
She breaks through my sluggish thoughts when she says, “Hi honey, welcome home,” in a saccharine sweet voice, flashing an overly bright smile my way arching her back to better present herself.
“What the fuck Tess! How…? Why…? What the fuck?” I bark, still not able to put a complete thought together as I storm into the room, slamming the door behind me. My steps falter when Tessa stands, her hands on her hips with a heated look.
“What are you…?” I start to ask but Tessa cuts me off with a shush as she saunters toward me, her hips swaying hypnotically.
“I think that’s enough questions for now,” she purrs, pressing a metal disc and her finger against my lips for a moment before dragging it across my jaw and down my chest in teasing arcs. I snatch the coin and look at it.
Fuck, and officer’s chit, how in the hell did she get this?
Tessa is already on her knees, looking up at me with those sweet hazel eyes burning with desire, her hands resting gently on my belt. The sight of her supplicating to me, looking sweet and perfectly devious, I need to feel her on me.
She meets my hard stare for a moment before she gives me a wink. Her hands trail over my stomach and I feel the muscles of my abdomen jump under her touch. She makes quick work of my belt and drags her palm over the bulge in the front of my jeans. A breath sucks in through my teeth at the light contact.
Holding my gaze, daring me to look away as she pops the line of buttons on my jeans and works them just far enough down my hips to pull my cock free of its denim prison. Tessa dips her head and gives a long, slow lick along the underside from root to tip. My mind blanks and my vision white as I let out an almost pained groan, her lips closing around the head as her tongue flicks lightly at the tip.
Needing to touch her I thread my fingers into her hair, flexing against her and tugging at the soft strands lightly. She wants control? I can give her control, for now, but I will be damned if I don’t touch her. Tessa lets out a little moan as my fingers dig in and she takes me all the way into her mouth, the sound vibrating along my length.
“Oh, fuck Tess,” I growl, dropping my head back. The hot slide of her lips over my length has me hard as steel and gritting my teeth against the orgasm I can already feel building at the base of my cock. Every muscle in my body tenses when she wraps her soft hand around my shaft, working me with her mouth and hand in tandem. Torn between the need to watch as the goddess before me bobs up and down my cock and the desire to hold out as long as possible, I give into the need to watch. Tessa brings her hands to my hips and hollows her cheeks as she sucks me into her impossibly warm and perfect mouth. Full lips sliding up and down, leaving me wet with every motion. The head of my cock hits the back of her throat and instead of pulling back like I expect her to, she grabs my hips harder and swallows, taking me deeper. Tessa shakes her head slightly as she pulls me even further in until her nose brushes against my pubic bone.
“Goddamn Babydoll,” I grit between clenched teeth, my fingers fisting in her hair. For a moment a pull her closer, flexing my hips to force her to take just a little more of me, but before I lose the tenuous hold I have on my control, I pull her off me with a rough tug. Sliding one of my hands to her jaw and leaving the other knotted in her hair, I wrench her chin up to look at me. The prideful smile on her face and lust-soaked gaze only fuels me on, threatening to make me lose my fucking mind.
“Not done with you yet Tess. But no way in hell am I coming in that hot fucking mouth of yours tonight,” I drag her to her feet and crush my lips to hers as I walk us toward the bed. When her knees connect with the mattress, I give her a push and she falls back, splayed out on the green hotel comforter.
“Those. Off. Now.” I bark, motioning to the scraps of hot pink she’s still wearing as I kick out of my boots and jeans. Grabbing the seam in her panties with both hands I rip them apart, exposing her sweet pussy. I fall on her, roughly licking her to wetness and feeling her writhe in response.
“Sawyer, Now! I need you now!” she moans. Pulling her into place, I spread her legs and thrust deeply, sending waves of pleasure coursing through the both of us. It doesn’t take long before she screams through her orgasm, her body milking every inch of my length. She looks up at me once she regains her wits, “Sawyer, I…”
“No, you don’t get to talk yet. You are mine,” I growl, starting again.
Four orgasms later, I finally take my release and I don’t think either of us can see straight. Tessa all but crawled to the bathroom once we caught our breath. As much as I enjoyed every second of what just happened, no way am I letting the fact that she’s here slip by. She snuck out of the compound, she drove across the goddamn country and then snuck into my fucking room. Not to mention she didn’t fucking listen to me or trust me. Yeah no. This is absolutely not gonna fly.