Forgotten Sins (Sin Brothers, #1)(42)
He angled his body up. His cock slid over her clit.
She exploded.
Her mouth opened on a rough scream, and he swooped in, taking the sound into his own body. From her breasts to her toes, she spasmed, riding the waves. While he rode her. Somehow harder and faster, his thrusts full of fury and need. With a hoarse growl against her mouth, he came. Heat filled her.
Memories threatened to suffocate her. The thought slid away as his climax triggered another one in her, and her entire body went rigid. She threw her head back, thighs tightening around him, the thrum of her bloodstream whooshing in her ears.
Pleasure. So deep and hard, it cut.
Her body went limp. A soft sigh escaped her as she relaxed, releasing his hips. Her feet slid from his body. She panted in air, trying to fill her lungs. An ache set up around her mouth.
Taken.
She licked her lips.
Swollen.
Her entire body was swollen.
Throbbing.
But man, she felt good.
Panic followed bliss. Kind of. She didn’t have the energy for full-on panic. So much for her heart. She’d loved him from the moment those unique gray eyes twinkled at her at that coffee shop. Shane had rescued her that day, just like in a romance novel. Just like members of a family did for each other. When she’d given her vows, she’d meant them. In her lonely, solitary life, she’d given her heart once and once only.
She’d never get it back.
Chapter 13
Across the state, the ding of the phone awoke Matt from a dream where he finally found safety for his brothers. They only had three months left, and it was time to strike. “What?” he growled into the hand piece.
“Matt. We have a problem,” Nathan said, his voice falling into a Southern drawl that set Matt’s teeth on edge. They’d all worked hard to eliminate the tell, and the sound broke free only when something went wrong.
“You found the woman?” It was about f*cking time.
“No. Have you?”
“No, but I’m closer.” He’d become a U.S. marshal for the sole purpose of finding one little witness who couldn’t be found. Matt swung out of bed, reaching for his jeans. The soft Seattle rain pattered against the window. He’d had a tickle at the base of his neck for almost a week now, warning him something was coming. “What’s going on?”
“It’s bad,” Nathan drawled, the sounds of his hands working a keyboard clacking over the line. “My alarms lit up last night with someone conducting an Internet search on you, Shane, me, and, uh, Jory, as well as military academies for kids.”
Who would be so f*cking obvious? Matt yanked on his jeans, sliding open the nightstand for his gun. He ignored the pain that slammed into his gut at the mention of Jory’s name.
Nathan cleared his throat. “I think it was Shane.”
Matt paused. “Shane? Not a chance.” Shane was a genius. No way would he piss Matt off like this. “Where is he?”
“He broke cover a month ago apparently.”
“A month ago?” Why? Where the hell was his brother? Shane wouldn’t break cover. No way. “Where has he been?”
“I’m working on finding out. So far I’ve discovered he broke cover without alerting any of us—he wasn’t due to check in until next week. Instead, Shane headed to Snowville for some reason.”
“He’s in Snowville now?”
“According to the BOLO out on him, he’s in Snowville.”
Matt dropped back onto the bed. “BOLO?”
“Well, out on Shane Dean, anyway. For now, that’s him.” Nate cleared his throat. “Hospital records show a Shane Dean was admitted to Mercy Hospital with head injuries on Saturday, resulting in temporary amnesia.”
Dread ricocheted through Matt’s gut. “You’re telling me someone got close enough to injure Shane?” Shane had eyes in the back of his head. “And now, without a memory, he’s trying to find out who the hell he is?” This was beyond bad. “He’ll lead the commander right to him.”
“Without question,” Nathan said. “Shane kidnapped Josie Dean, which explains the BOLO.”
“Josie?” Oh, this was getting worse by the minute. “I’m going to f*cking kill him.”
Nathan’s Southern drawl deepened. “I warned you he wasn’t finished with her. No way. No how.”
Matt shoved the anger down past the concern. He needed to think. “You’re flying to Snowville. Text me your flight information, and I’ll meet you at the airport—I’ll drive so we have transportation.” Matt grabbed a shirt to yank over his shoulders. His brothers. A ticking bomb hung over their heads, and time was counting down. “Ah, bring an identity as a lawyer, in case we need one.”
“Matt.” Nathan’s usually humorous voice turned serious. “Can you leave? We’ve had you in place for less than a year.”
“I have time. I’ll make up an emergency.” Which this f*cking was. “You have your orders.”
He clicked off the phone. Anger and determination swirled in his gut until his breath caught. Would he get to Shane before the commander did?
He couldn’t lose another brother.
*
A wolf bayed in the far distance. Rain and wind clattered against the single-ply glass of the window. Josie snuggled farther beneath the threadbare covers in the cheap motel room. Heat enshrouded her from Shane’s body. For the love of everything holy, what had she been thinking? Sleeping with him again.