Seducing Texas (So not Prince Charming #2)(50)

Chapter Cyn


When we get home, Willa is in her usual spot on the couch, studying. She doesn’t look up, and I worry she is permanently damaged from killing our uncle and little Manny.

“Where’s Aedan?” I ask, throwing my purse onto the counter along with the truck keys and Shane’s gun. I can’t technically stop her from seeing him, so I may as well not force her into it by saying she can’t.

She glances up from her statistics book. Her eyes show that she’s aged in the past couple days, and it hurts that I’ve done this to her. My sweet baby sister is growing up in some ways, which are not healthy for her.

“Working,” she says. “It’s odd. The studio fired him for sticking up for me when Lynch got out of hand, but then they hired him back.”

Why would they hire him back? “We haven’t lost the contract?”

“Not yet.”

Shane comes limping into the house on his crutches.

Willa jumps off the couch. “What the hell happened to you?”

“I got shot saving your sister,” he says, pinching my ass.

“Ow.” It didn’t really hurt, but only reminds me of what I’ve craved all day—him. “How do you know they were shooting at me? You’re the more obvious target.”

The seriousness and concern whittling his brow sets me on edge. Why would anyone besides Manny target me?

“Because you figured out what’s in the files,” he says.

“But nobody knows what I’m doing.” How could they? I didn’t connect to the Internet, except a couple times to find a UTF-8 editor and language masks. Could the person have tracked my history? Probably.

“I think they do,” Shane says, his arms loop around my waist. He kisses my neck, igniting a flurry of shivers.

“I want to forget about everything tonight,” I say. I don’t want to think about his problems that have somehow become mine too.

“I can make you forget,” Shane says. “Goodnight, Willa.”

“Goodnight, children,” she shoots back.

I want to ask her if she had sex with Aedan, though I probably shouldn’t. I don’t want to see her waste her time with loser guys like I did. I want her first real boyfriend to be her happy ending.

When my bedroom door closes behind us, Shane puts his crutch in the corner, picks me up, and tosses me onto the bed that takes up almost the entire room.

“Cyn, maybe you shouldn’t work for me.”

“We really need the money, Shane.”

His mouth claims mine, and I’m left breathless and panting, even though my body is drained from lack of sleep and the adrenaline rush of being shot at multiple times in one day.

“You can work under my desk,” Shane teases.

I kick off my shoes and shimmy out of my skirt, anxious to remove my clothes. I want to free myself from everything that happened today. “You’d still owe me, Shane.”

“I know. I already do.”

“You dumped Niki?” I ask.

“I told her it was over, not that there was anything going on between us. I’m sorry, Cyn. I should’ve listened to you. I should be looking at someone at my company and someone who had access to my personal laptop. That’s the only one I banked from.”

Shane kisses me again, his lips fusing with mine. They’re hot and steamy wet, scintillating my mouth, and the heat works its way between my thighs.

“No more drug dealers,” he says. “I hope this is the end of them.”

“What about the Chinese list of account numbers? Juarez said the Chinese dealt in heroin.”

“I’ll start looking at them in the morning as soon as I talk to Timmons. He was upset that we didn’t talk to him long at the hospital and even more pissed over Niki.” He lifts me on top of him, his massive hands resting on my hips. “That’s enough talk. Let’s forget about everyone else, but you do all the work tonight while I enjoy.”

“Shane, I’m exhausted.” I know our love making will be teasingly slow, and I need it.

I push my hair back and lean down to kiss the rough beard that’s grown over the last couple days. His hair grows fast, and it adds to his overall rugged appearance.

I help him out of his shirt to expose his broad chest. It’s what I love best about his body—the hard-packed muscles lining his torso, shoulders, and arms. Shane doesn’t have an ounce of flab and it’s natural for him from living in the wilds of Alaska. My hands run over the baby-fine hair on his chest that travels south to his magnificent organ that’s gone rigid in his jeans. He always responds to me, and I love it.

I unbutton his jeans to pull them down and caress his stiff cock with my mouth. Hearing him groan excites me further. Having sex with him is familiar and relaxed. We don’t have to work at it. Everything feels right about it.

He tugs at my shirt to get it off. “I like you naked best. I don’t really care about the fancy underwear.”

I smack his delectably hard chest. “You’re such a guy.”

“Aren’t you glad.” Shane throws me underneath. “I’m tired of you f*cking around when we should be getting down to business.”

“I thought your leg hurt?”

“It does, but I need you now.”