Addict (Hunter #2)(39)

“Henri Jacobs is testing a user’s blood.” I quickly told him what had happened.

“Jacobs is an academic. Dutch, I believe, turned sometime in the seventeenth century.” Gray was an encyclopedia of knowledge when it came to the vampires he considered close to the king.

“He’s also a doctor. He’s certain he can isolate the drug. I’ll let you know what I find out. If you can bring yourself to work with me…” I held a hand up because I heard the door open. It was the outer door. Someone was walking into the room we were in. “Someone’s coming.”

Gray picked me up, and suddenly my back was against the wall and he was arranging my legs around his waist.

“Moan,” he commanded as he gripped my ass and started to simulate sex.

I played my part. I buried my face in his chest and held on for dear life. I could feel his erection rubbing against my stomach. His breathing picked up and I couldn’t help but think about how good this had been between us. Gray had been the best sex I’d ever had. He’d been the first man to give a damn about me in bed.

I closed my eyes and thought about Marcus. Marcus was good for me, and I was good for him. Marcus and I worked. Gray and I would tear each other apart.

My hand went to his torso, running across his skin, feeling muscled flesh under my palm, and then an electric heat flashed through me.

Gray hissed and his head fell forward, and I could feel that dragon vibrating, begging for my touch.

“Please,” Gray said.

I couldn’t help it. I ran my hand along his tat, fascinated by how it responded to me.

Gray moved against me, his cock against my pelvis now, and I could feel the hard grind on my clit.

I heard the bathroom door open, and through slitted eyes I saw the servant from earlier sneak a peek in. When he realized what was going on, he gently closed the door and hightailed it out of there, most likely to report to Winter that the lieutenant was, indeed, breaking his celibacy.

After a moment, Gray let my legs slide down. I kind of wanted to punch him because I’d been close. A few more thrusts against my clit and I likely would have gone up in flames. I stood unsteadily as his hands shook. His forehead fell against mine, his hands finding my hips.

“They’re watching me, Kelsey,” Gray said. “If they think for a second that I’m lying to them, they will kill me. I don’t think I have a choice about working with you. Winter pretty much ordered me to bring you to dinner Sunday night. Tell Marcus I need to meet with him.”

“He’ll love that.” I didn’t even want to contemplate how that conversation would go.

“I don’t need the kind of trouble he can give me. He’s your boyfriend, your lover, whatever. You’re in a relationship with him. It’s not fair to him to lie about it.”

“He’s my trainer. He knows I’m here and he knows I came to look for you,” I said stubbornly. I wasn’t some loose woman lying to my boyfriend. I was a professional on a job. Sure the job ended up with me simulating sex and wearing a thong, but I was a professional all the same. “He trusts me. I’ll have him call you tomorrow.”

Gray shook his head. “No, all of my phones are tapped. I’ll contact him. And Kelsey, I’ll go down and talk to Scott. I promise. I’ll make sure he calls Liv. Okay?”

I nodded because it was all I was going to get tonight.

“Now, go get dressed,” Gray said. “I need to get you out of here.”

“What are you going to do?” I asked because he wasn’t following me.

He smiled, but there was no humor in it. “I’m going to do what I have to do, Kelsey mine. I’ll do what I’ve done since you left me. Walking around here with a hard-on the size of a Mack truck would probably raise suspicions. I’m supposed to be a satisfied man.”

I nodded and closed the door behind me.





Chapter Eight



I had on Gray’s coat as he escorted me through to the elevator. I’d cleaned up, but still had been forced back into the “clothes” Matt had given me. Only Gray’s big coat covered up my near naked state. It swallowed me, and I was grateful for the warmth. It was January, and I shivered at the chill. It was extremely cold considering it was Texas. As Gray walked me through the lobby, I noted a light snow had begun outside. I looked up at the chilly night sky in wonder as it fell all around me. I grew up here in Texas so I’ve rarely seen it snow.

“Keep the mask on until you’re sure no one’s followed you.” Gray surveyed the area around us, his whole body tight with anxiety.

I hesitated. I felt like I hadn’t done what I’d come to do. Scott was right there. “Are you sure there’s no way…”

“I am not taking you into that part of the club.” Gray pulled me along as he crossed the street. I could see his pickup in the distance. “It’s full of outliers—all the criminals who don’t want to deal with Donovan are regulars in that club. Most of them are now addicted to Brimstone. You probably haven’t met them, but I can’t take the chance that one of them will know your scent or have seen your face. I don’t trust Scott anymore, either. He’s in too deep.”

“I can’t leave him there.” I had no idea how I could go back to Liv without doing everything I could to save that * she loved. She couldn’t help the fact that she had terrible taste in men. She also had wretched taste in girlfriends, and I would hope that wouldn’t stop someone from saving me.