Engaging his Enemy (Shattered SEALs #4) - Amy Gamet Page 0,37

bucked against his hand, her body fisting around his finger as she fought to find her release.

“I want to be inside you when you come,” he said, moving on top of her body and settling between her legs.

“Condom,” she said breathlessly, needing to know this union wouldn’t have the same life-altering consequences as the last one. There was an unopened box in her bedside drawer, though the contents were surely out of date.

“I’ve got one.” He moved off the bed, the sound of his belt buckle jangling on his pants preceding the opening of a plastic package.

Then he was back, kissing her again and she wrapped her legs around him, and she didn’t want any more foreplay. She needed this man inside her. “Please, Zach. Now.”

He thrust into her and she called out in pleasure, the sensation unlike any she’d ever known. Every part of her body was ready for this man, every inch of his shaft satisfying a deep-seated need for fascination and release.

She writhed beneath him, desperate for every thrust, her body no longer hers alone but part of something greater. She raised her hips to meet him as her orgasm ripped through her, his cock buried to the hilt then retreating again. She stayed in that space, her pelvis tilted up to receive his thrusts as the universe exploded around her.

He came with a riotous yell, an awesome straining that showed her how good it felt. He remained inside her while their breathing settled and her heart stopped racing, then slowly began moving again. Her body was so sensitized, the small movements instantly had her on course for another climax, the rhythmic rocking setting her ablaze.

When she could speak, she whispered, “Wow.”

He rolled off her and onto his back. “Yeah.”

She moved into the crook of his arm, resting her head on his chest, and listened to the steady, strong beating of his heart. An overwhelming gratitude swept through her. Whatever role Zach was meant to play in her life, she was grateful for this moment.

She closed her eyes and drifted quickly off to sleep.

20

The morning air was thick with a cool humidity as Moto made his way down the bank toward the river. His memory of the exact location was fuzzy, the landmarks that had been important to his teenage mind making it more difficult to find the riverfront property than he had anticipated. In the end, a bar beside a railroad track had been his salvation.

The cabin, such as it was, was isolated. A vast wooded area separated the few properties that bordered the riverbed, and he walked between them on what had once been a path to the water.

He carried his trusted Sig Sauer and two knives, one at his waist and another in an ankle holster. In his pocket, hidden from view, was a pair of zip cuffs in case he needed to restrain his brother. There was no telling what awaited him here, and he was under no delusions about Ben’s motives. He’d considered asking Razorback to join him this morning, but in the end had decided against it.

Ben was his problem alone.

The cabin came into view, its awkward shape punctuated by a ten-foot tree growing out of its side. The water was loud here, rushing by just fifty yards from the cabin. He was old enough now to see the beauty his mother had seen, and as he rounded the corner of the building and his brother came into view, it struck him that his parents would not like to witness this confrontation.

Ben’s face was a mottled mess of healing bruises, and while he looked worse than the last time Moto had seen him, Moto didn’t think any of the injuries were new. “Thanks for meeting me,” Ben said.

“Where were you yesterday?”

“I got sidetracked at the closing. That’s what I needed to talk to you about. DeRegina’s man was there to sign the papers. When we were finished, he said DeRegina wanted to speak with me and I should go with him.”

“Why didn’t you call?”

“I couldn’t. I was in his car.”

“You could have texted me like you did last night.”

“I didn’t think about it. What’s the big deal?”

Moto shook his head. “Go on.”

“So, he took me to this hotel room, and DeRegina was there, and he’s telling me how proud he is of me and what a great job I’ve been doing for the company and that he wants me to take on more responsibility. So, I remind him about the murder