Raiden (The Kent Brothers #2) - A.M. Hargrove Page 0,76

door was wide open, and there was no sign of him. We searched the rest of the house and even walked around outside, but he was nowhere around.

We checked the mudroom because that’s where everyone hung their coats when they came in and his was missing.

“He’s gone. Sharon must’ve lured him away somehow. Fuck.” I couldn’t go through what I did with Acer. We had to find him, and fast. Racing back to where the others were, we shared the bad news.

“Now what?” I asked.

“We try to contact Aiden. This time it will be an eye for an eye,” Drex said.

Chapter Thirty-Eight

Scottie

My gut wasn’t happy with Drex’s statement. We couldn’t murder someone just because they’d taken Cruze. I wasn’t foolish enough to think Cruze was safe. Making O’Brien think Aisling and Sinead’s lives were in danger was one thing but killing one of them was beyond the range of my moral compass.

“No. If you go forward with this, I’m out.”

“So am I. I love my brother with everything inside me, but murder is out,” Raiden said.

Acer stepped forward and agreed. “We can’t stoop that low. Cruze wouldn’t want us to.”

Drex shook his head. “Fine. What do you three suggest?”

“We have to contact him.”

“How? The information Sinead gave us is bogus.”

“Track the number she dialed and go from there,” Scottie suggested.

Gemini asked Huff, “Is that possible?”

“Yeah, I can get it.”

“Then do it,” Drex commanded. He was pissed, but so was I. This wasn’t a game we were playing, and I wasn’t in this to take someone’s life.

My frustrations finally got the best of me, so I left the group and went to the room I shared with Raiden. I was pacing when the door opened.

“You okay?” he asked.

“I should be the one asking you that.”

“Clearly, you’re upset.”

“Yes, I am. I refuse to kill someone on command. Defending a life is one thing, but not this.” I flung an arm out.

Raiden was at my side and in a comforting tone, said, “Hey, you won’t ever have to kill someone on my account. As I said down there, I agree with you. It won’t happen.” Then I was in his arms. This had upset me, and the comfort his embrace imparted was more than I hoped for.

“Thank you.”

“For what?”

“For being here when I needed you.”

“Always. Today, tomorrow, forever.”

I turned my face to his and our lips touched, gently at first. Passion flared and we both frantically stripped our clothes away, needing to find each other’s bare skin. We were both desperate for comfort, for some small distraction from this craziness we found ourselves in. First his lips, then his tongue skimmed across my shoulder, then down to my breasts. I needed him, this, everything. I moaned as he continued on to tease one nipple and then the other.

“I’ve missed this.”

My nails scraped his scalp. “We were joined at the hips less than twelve hours ago.” My breath hissed.

“It’s never enough with you. I miss you when I’m not naked with you. Constantly. You’ve possessed me, bewitched me.”

“Oh, I like the sound of that. I’m a witch.”

“You are, and a very wicked one.”

My hand reached for his cock, and it was hard and pulsating. “Let me show you exactly how wicked I can be.” I dropped to my knees and took him deep into my mouth. His groan spurred me on. It was such a sexy tone, I swallowed him deep and then circled his tip over and over as I pumped him with my hand.

“Scottie.”

Lifting my eyes, I saw him watching me.

“Christ, you’re so fucking sexy with my cock deep in your mouth.”

I tilted my head back and took him in all the way. Saliva ran out the corners of my mouth, but I didn’t stop. I worked him with a rhythm that would bring on a climax. Only he put his hand on my cheek and stepped away.

“I need to fuck you hard.” I was quickly pulled to my feet and pushed backward to the bed. Then he spun me around. “Lean over.”

I bent over the bed, and he took me by surprise when he thrust into me. My sensitive nipples scraped over the duvet and I dug my fingers into it as he pumped into me. His hands held my hips with a firm grip as our pelvises slapped together. It was merciless, punishing, and erotically delicious.

“More.”

“I’m close, are you?”

“Yeah,” I huffed, and he plunged in deep again, pushing the air out of my chest. Between his cock and the pressure