Sins, Lies & Spies (Black Brothers #2)(49)

Her eyes fluttered open, dilated and dreamy. This woman…

Pleasure snaked down my spine and I cursed under my breath. I couldn’t hold on any longer. She felt too good. She smelled too good. One more flex of my hips, and I spiraled over the edge of reason.

Our breaths echoing off the concrete walls, I leaned my forehead against hers for a second. The scent of sex filled the air. When I could move, I released her legs and slipped out of her.

I pushed the loose strands of hair away from her face. She caught my wrist and brought it to her lips. “I’m sorry about that. Normally, stairwells aren’t my style.”

She laughed as she pulled her pants up her long legs. The sound was low, husky, sexy. It made me want her again.

“It’s a first for me, too,” she said, a faint blush dusting her cheeks.

“Are we okay? I’ve never been in a real relationship, but I’m trying.”

“Yeah. We’re good. I’m sorry I ran away like that. I’m just—”

My phone rang in my pocket, the sound amplifying in the tight space. I yanked my pants over my hips. “I need to get that. It’s Jack’s ringtone. He’s probably wondering what happened to me.”

She sucked her lower lip into her mouth and averted her gaze.

“Hey,” I whispered, framing her face with my hands. “Don’t worry about Jack. I’ll take care of him. He isn’t normally so confrontational.”

She raised her eyebrows. “I won’t take that shit from him again.”

“Noted.” I reached into my pocket to retrieve my phone. “What’s going on?” I said.

“Are you still around?” Jack asked, his words clipped.

I traced the collar of Trinity’s shirt with my finger. Her answering smile was tentative and sweet. “Yeah.”

“Well, get your ass back in here. I just hit the mother lode.”

I snapped my hand away from her and rubbed it down the side of my face. “What are you talking about?”

“I figured out how to open the encrypted files. God, you aren’t going to believe the crazy stuff he kept on his computer. Either he wanted to get caught or he is dumb as f*ck.”

My heart rate skyrocketed. “We’ll be there in a minute, but you need to cut the bullshit with Trinity. I trust her.”

“Why are you pushing this? Why do you care about her?” he asked. “We have everything we need. We don’t need her. Cut the ties.”

“No,” I barked, my gaze colliding with hers.

“Oh, shit,” he muttered. “You can’t be serious. Please tell me she’s not under your skin. Please tell me you’re not in love with this woman.”

I sighed. I wasn’t having this conversation right now. I couldn’t explain my feelings for Trinity. I wanted to be around her. I wanted to touch her, talk to her. I craved her, but I didn’t know what any of it meant.

“When have I ever steered you wrong? You know me. You know I don’t take unnecessary risks.” I squeezed Trinity’s arm. “I trust Trinity with my life.”

“Fine.” He blew out a breath. “If you trust her, I’ll go along with this. For now, but I’m keeping my eyes open. You’re more than my partner. You’re my best friend. You’ve stood by me through all this shit with my wife and respected my choices. I’ll do the same for you.”

“Thanks, man. We’ll be up in a couple of minutes.” I disconnected the phone and threaded my fingers through hers. “We have to go back in there. Jack opened Lang’s encrypted files.”

Trinity cleared her throat. “I gathered that.”

My mouth pulled wide, unable to take my eyes off her bee-stung lips. “This is a good thing. It could be the break we need.”

The tight lines between her eyebrows softened. “Okay, let’s do this, but if he’s a jerk—”

I kissed her forehead. “You have my permission to kick him in the balls,” I deadpanned.





CHAPTER





TWENTY-EIGHT


“Remind me why you wanted to do this in the middle of the night?” Trinity grumbled, her hands stuffed deep into the pockets of her black trench coat. “I’m freezing my ass off.”

Trinity, Jack and I stood on the back patio under a wood trellis of Representative Lang’s house dressed in black from head to toe.

I squeezed her hand but released it just as quickly. “It’s better this way. Miles’s surveillance team leaves after Lang turns off his bedroom light.”

Her gaze drifted to the balcony on the right side of the second story, and she wiped her palms down her thighs. “Well, they’re off,” she whispered.

Jack’s finger repeatedly stabbed at the screen of his phone. “You don’t have to whisper, Trinity. He knows we’re coming.”

Trinity shot a glare in Jack’s direction, but he didn’t lift his head. Jack hadn’t warmed to Trinity in the last few days, but he kept his thoughts to himself, and for the most part, he behaved civilly toward her.

A circle of light bobbed inside of the house from the second story to the main level. At least Lang had enough common sense to use a flashlight instead of turning on every light in the house, broadcasting our arrival to everyone.