DONOVAN (Gray Wolf Security, #1)(42)

“Ash’s? Where does he get all the money?”

“His father came from a wealthy family.”

“Oh.”

She glanced out the window and grabbed hold of the armrests, her knuckles going white. I slipped out of my seat and moved into the captain’s chair beside her. After I was buckled, I took her hand and pulled it onto my thigh.

“Try to relax. We’ll be in the air before you know it.”

And we’d be hurtling toward the unknown.

What the hell was going on here?





Chapter 21


Kate

There was a car waiting for us when we landed. Donovan drove, the two of us alone just like he promised. It was a bit of a drive, further outside of the city than I imagined. It was a beautiful property in the middle of nowhere, another log-cabin-styled house with huge windows with an amazing view. I walked through the rooms, feeling lost. I was thousands of miles away from home and had no idea what I was doing.

“There’re are clothes in the back bedroom,” Donovan said.

Of course.

“Do you know what’s going on back home?”

I saw him, pacing beside the car, talking to someone on the phone. I assumed it was Ash. It was always Ash.

“Yeah. Someone hacked the cameras at both your house and the safe house. When David recognized it and sent a team to check it out, the safe house exploded.”

“The whole house?”

He came up behind me and slid his arm around my waist. “At least we know it wasn’t your stepmother.”

I twisted so that I could see his face. “You thought Veronica could do this?”

“We had her checked out. Turns out there’re some issues your dad’s going to want to discuss with her, but she didn’t have anything to do with this.”

“What kind of issues?”

“Turns out she’s married to some guy in Arizona.”

“What!?” I twisted around and pressed my hands against his chest. “What do you mean she’s married?”

“Warren thinks she’s running a scam.”

I bit the heel of my hand, trying to keep from laughing, but it was almost impossible.

Donovan cracked a smile, too.

“Can you believe that? My dad…oh, my poor dad.”

“At least he won’t have to go through a messy divorce.”

I chuckled again. “Yeah. And the timing couldn’t be better. I think the shine has worn off, if you know what I mean.”

“I think I can guess.”

He grabbed my hips and pulled me close, his lips brushing my throat.

“Is it wrong to be laughing when a house just exploded because of me?”

“It wasn’t your fault, Kate.”

“Was anyone hurt?” I asked, leaning back to look him in eye.

“No. There was a secondary fire in the house next door, but the fire department was able to get it out before it did much damage.”

“That’s good.”

He kissed my neck, a finger caught in the fabric of my dress tugging it off my shoulder. His lips slid over my skin, so warm and reassuring. I ran my fingers over the back of his head, teasing the short hairs there. He tugged the dress a little more, pulling one sleeve down my arm, exposing more of my shoulder, my breast. And then his hand was there, his palm pressed against my hardening nipple.

“You feel so good,” he whispered against my ear.

“Does this place have a bed?”

“Yes, ma’am.”

He stepped back and held out his hand to me. I took it and followed him down the long hallway that came off the right side of the front entrance, peeking inside the open doors of the rooms we passed. There were four bedrooms, each completely furnished. And then the master suite, a huge room that could fit the apartment I had just after college twice over. The furnishings were modern, the entertainment system state of the art. It was luxury that went far beyond anything I’d ever experienced.

And what came next…there were no words.

He undressed me as if I was a child, taking his time as he slowly unzipped the back of my dress, his lips skimming my spine as he slowly exposed it. And then he was on his knees. It was the second time he’d done this for me. This big, strong man who’d seen more hell than I could even imagine, on his knees for me. It made my heart tremble in my chest and made my knees grow week.

He slid my panties down, slowly, his lips again following the path the material created. When his hands were free, when I was standing naked and exposed to him in more ways than one, he cupped my ass in both hands, blowing on my moist cunt lips. I reached back and ran my fingers through his hair, encouraging him to move closer. To touch me again. And he did. But it was nibbles on my ass, on the top of my thigh. Not quite what I desperately wanted.

I pulled away from him and turned, sinking down onto the edge of the mattress. A slow smile slipped over his lips as he stood again, shrugging out of his tuxedo jacket. The shirt was next. He moved slowly, deliberately, careful to set his cuff links on top of the dresser so that they wouldn’t be lost. He kicked off his dress shoes and turned back to me, standing in front of me as he began to tug at the hook that kept his pants tight around his waist.

I helped him, tugging at the zipper, slipping my fingers inside and running my fingernails against the underside of his rigid cock. He closed his eyes for a second, but then his eyes were on me again.