Fatal Secrets - Desiree Holt Page 0,16
knew a woman who could look so temptingly hot and sexy with no makeup, plain jeans, and an unadorned T-shirt. The fabric draped against her breasts, making his hands itch to reach out for them and pinch her nipples.
Her shoulder-length hair, brown with streaks of blonde, was pulled back today in a ponytail, accentuating the graceful line of her neck. And no makeup except for some lip gloss, making her mouth even more sexy. He wanted to crush it with his own. Or better yet, have those lips wrapped around his dick. It had taken every bit of his hard-earned discipline as a SEAL to act as if he’d never met her before.
What was that line from Casablanca?
“Of all the gin joints in all the world, she walks into mine.”
Yup. Of all the women Hank could have found for him to help, it had to be the woman who’d nearly burned up his bedsheets with him. Fucking shit. He was in real trouble here. He was glad he’d worn a shirt that covered his fly and a windbreaker so Hank couldn’t see the instant hard on he’d gotten at the sight of her. Just what he needed was his cock busting out of his fly at that particular moment.
How would he handle being glued to her day and night? Images of hot sex popped into his mind, and he had to forcefully delete them. Not so easy to do.
Well, okay, he’d do this for Hank and honor his request for Sean to spend some time checking out Brotherhood Protectors and see if the situation was for him. But he’d stay as far away from Zoe Young as he could. He did not need that kind of complication. The worst part was his contrary dick didn’t want to forget and seemed to remind him every couple of minutes. He didn’t remember the last time a woman had that effect on him, if ever.
Well, he’d better get busy. Maybe cleaning up this shit would keep his mind from drifting back to the hot naked body he’d had off-the-charts sex with less than twenty-four hours ago.
The first thing he did was gather up the horrific disaster from the living room floor and stuff it all into two garbage bags. He’d take them to Hank’s and find a place to burn them. Then he went to work on the car. He’d stopped to get Scotch tape, small envelopes, and a magnifying glass per Hank’s instructions. He doubted whoever did this was stupid enough to leave fingerprints but, after going over every inch on the exterior of the vehicle, he was stunned to actually find a few. Of course, they could be Zoe’s. He’d lift them with the tape, store them individually in the envelopes, and give them to Hank to see if they led anywhere.
Finally he drove the car to an area in the complex that had a do-it-yourself carwash and gave the exterior a good cleaning. Finished, he tucked the car away where Hank had told him, double checked to make sure the apartment was locked, and climbed into his truck to head for the Patterson ranch.
The Patterson ranch. He’d heard about it from relatives who had been there but never visited himself. There had been bad blood for some reason between his father and the rest of the family. It used to bother him, but not anymore.
His mother had passed away a few years ago, and he’d never had an easy relationship with his father, so going home didn’t hold much appeal. He was still unsettled, missing the SEALS and having no idea what to do with himself except try to drink away his bitterness.
The one time he’d met Hank a year ago, the man had been incredibly friendly and not the least resentful that Sean had ignored that branch of the family for so long. He insisted Sean put his phone number in his contacts list and did the same on his own phone.
“Just in case,” he’d insisted.
He’d texted occasionally, and Sean had answered briefly. But he’d been at loose ends after his discharge, unsure of where he belonged. So, for whatever reason, when he finally got tired of his own miserable company, he’d decided to get in touch with Hank. His cousin didn’t ask any questions. Didn’t demand any kind of explanation. Just invited him to come to the ranch and have a look at what Hank was involved with now. Only a look, Hank had said. That was all