Rogue - Michele Mannon Page 0,109

your initial on me. Did that asshole ask you for a letter?”

I nod.

“J?”

I shake my head. “F.U.”

Jaxson bursts out laughing. “God, that temper of yours is something.”

“Well, I was pissed off.”

He’s still laughing as we step out of the shower and he dries me off with a fluffy white towel.

My body feels like liquid. My heart feels golden. “Jaxson, how did you escape the Pricks?” I murmur, hating to ruin the moment but needing to know.

“Hayden.”

My eyebrows arch and almost touch the ceiling. “He put a hit out on me for killing you when all the time, he knew you were alive.”

“Keeping up appearances. Can’t have traitors within TORC . . .”

“Francis,” we both say at the same time.

I scowl. “Hayden should have put a hit out on him. It’d have solved a lot of problems.”

“I’m not an expert at reading Hayden’s mind. But it’s safe to say if he put one out on you, he’s likely covered all the bases. What I’m having trouble understanding is why he’d send me after you. Knowing—”

“That you love me?” I grin up at him. God, after all we’ve been through, I can’t believe this is really happening. “Guess Hayden figured after his stone-cold killer couldn’t get the job done, he’d send in the player.”

“No. We’re not giving Hayden credit where credit is due. Manipulative bastard. Maybe he knows me a bit too fucking well . . .”

“What do you mean?”

Jaxson sighs. “It doesn’t matter. We’ll call him tomorrow. Report in together and bear the consequences together.”

“No time like the present. We could do it right now.”

“No can do. I’ve got other plans for you. There’s a chair in the bedroom. It looks exactly like the one you smashed over my head.”

“A Louis XIV?”

He shrugs. “While I’m finishing up here, go inside and climb up on it. Then brace yourself. Because by the time I’m done fucking you this time around, that chair is going to be toast.”

“Seriously?” I glance down. Yep, seriously. The man is a fucking machine.

“Do it and you’ll find out.”

I unwrap the towel he’s wrapped around me, toss it to him, and, shaking my ass, march into the bedroom.

He makes a noise deep in his throat as he enters the bedroom.

“Like this?” I innocently ask, peering over my shoulder at him.

“Beautiful,” he says, coming up behind me. “I imagined you just like this.”

“You fantasized about fucking me on this chair?” I ask, then squeal as he lightly smacks my ass with his palm. “Where else,” I manage to ask as he takes hold of my hips and slides his cock inside me.

“You’re going to find out. The hard way, fireball.”

With masterful precision, Jaxson lives up to his promises, causing the chair to rock, my world to roll, and the oh-la-la to rush back into my life with a vengeance.

31

Paris

“Hola, muchachos.”

I sit up, pulling the sheet to my naked breast as I stare at the door.

The lock is picked.

And Diego is hovering over us.

Damn it. Of all hit men, he’s the last person I hoped to see.

“Dios mio. This room is trashed.”

“Diego,” Jaxson casually greets our sexy yet deadly counterpart, as if the ruthless mercenary doesn’t have a huge Valkyrie Rifle M4 trained on us. Big gun. Big feet. Big . . . yeah, don’t I know he’s packing. The last time I set eyes on the man he was in boxer briefs that did nothing to hide him sporting a woody. A shame for womankind the world over he and the monster between his thighs are not going to make it out of this hotel room.

We ended up falling asleep on the floor. Jaxson on his stomach and me on my back. He’s lying next to me, his head by my feet, with his hand casually placed on my inner thigh and his fingers resting on my mound.

Both of us exhausted and as naked as the day we were born.

“I see you’ve found her,” Diego comments, his lips twitching as his eyes skim the room. The couch pillows are tossed about the room. I refer to this pillow fight as revenge for the times he shot at me. Jaxson, he calls it foreplay. The antique chair next to the couch is flipped over, lucky to be in one piece after I rather vigorously drove down onto Jaxson’s cock, in the throes of the mother of all climaxes, and set the chair toppling over. My former bath towel acts as a new shade on the floor lamp over by the