In Rides Trouble (Black Knights Inc. #2)(84)

“What are you saying, Frank?” she demanded, hands on hips. “Are you trying to tell me that—” A picture of long, tall, sable-haired Michelle flashed through her frazzled brain. “Michelle’s your sister,” she breathed, shaking her head as she made the connection, not knowing whether to laugh or cry or both.

“Of course she is.”

Of course nothing. “You mean to tell me you’ve been sneaking out for over three years to go visit your sister?”

“Well, I wouldn’t call it sneaking, but, yeah. Wait…did you think…? Ha!” He slapped his knee. “So that’s why you jumped up like someone bit you in the ass and started dragging on your clothes in a huff? You thought I was two-timing you with Shell?”

“Why isn’t she in JSOC’s database from back when you were with the Teams?” she demanded.

“What the hell are you doing hacking into JSOC?”

“Answer the dang question!”

“It’s not an easy answer, goddamnit! There’s a long, classified story behind it. But, suffice it to say, I had a buddy in Delta Squad whose family was targeted because one of his enemies was able to hack into JSOC and get that information. Now I don’t tell anybody anything more than is absolutely necessary.”

“Okay, but,” she shook her head, “at least you could’ve let us know about her. It’s not like she’d be in danger from the Black Knights.”

“And that’s where you’re wrong,” he told her, his tone brooking no argument. “There’s a sad tale surrounding Shell’s involvement with operators, and I promise I’ll fill you in on all the hairy details. In fact, given Snake’s arrival, I’m gonna have to deal with all of that sooner rather than later.”

I’m here for Shell…Suddenly, the mystery man’s declaration made sense.

“But for right now,” Frank continued, his eyes hot, “I don’t want to talk about anything besides the fact that you’re wearing too many clothes.”

***

The land-speed record for shucking one’s drawers was broken by Becky Reichert, and before Frank knew it, she was nude once again—thank you, sweet Jesus—and looking at him with such determination and lust and joy, he couldn’t help but drag her onto his lap as he lay back on the bed.

“God you’re beautiful,” he said as she knelt above him, her long hair falling like two halves of a golden curtain between them.

And nope, that hadn’t been what he’d meant to say to her when he walked in the door, but it seemed to work, because she kissed him to within an inch of his life and fumbled with the buttons at his fly. When his erection sprang free, she sank down onto him and words completely failed him.

All he could concentrate on was how right it felt when she rode him sweet and fast and hard, taking him so deep inside her that he wasn’t sure where he ended and she began.

“I love you,” she whispered, leaning forward to kiss him, her mouth hotly demanding, and those were the words he’d meant to tell her as soon as he saw her, but all he cared about was hearing her say it again.

He reached up to push her hair away from her face so he could see her eyes. “One more time.”

“I love you,” she murmured, immediately following that up with a groan as she swiveled her hips, grinding against him, and that’s when it happened.

He blew apart.

Just disintegrated into a cloud of heart-and dove-shaped confetti, because he’d suspected Becky’s love for years, but hearing the words on her lips was more beautiful than anything he could’ve imagined.

Oh man, he wasn’t going to last another thirty seconds.

“I need to—” he tried to work his hand between their bodies and finally managed to press his thumb into the top of her sex.

“Oh, Frank, I’m going to come.”

And those were the words he needed to hear because, “I’m right behind you, honey.”

Locking her arms around his neck, Becky cried his name as she slipped over the edge, and, true to his word, he immediately followed.

***

“I still can’t believe you thought I was two-timing you with my own sister,” Frank chuckled, and Becky nipped at the flat, brown nipple lying so close to her cheek.

“No one uses the phrase two-timing anymore,” she declared, her heart so full of love, she thought it might burst. “It’s too old-fashioned.”

“Well, I’m old-fashioned.”

“Frank Knight,” she pushed from his chest and stared into his beautiful, stormy eyes, a kernel of hope glowing in her chest since she realized there wasn’t another woman standing between them, “you’re the least old-fashioned man I know.”

“Wanna bet?”

“What do you mean?”

“I mean I don’t think it’s right for a couple of people in our, uh, situation to be living together under the same roof and reveling in unprotected sex without the writ of a judge. So what say you we make this thing between us official?”

She jerked back as though someone popped her on the chin. The kernel of hope in her chest started to blaze. “Are you asking me what I think you’re asking me?”

“I don’t know,” he grinned, all lopsided and wonderful. “Do you think I’m asking you to marry me?”