Lost and Found (Masters & Mercenaries: The Forgotten #2)(79)

He thrust in hard. She was tight but also incredibly wet and ready for him. The plug. God, the plug was a hard drag against his cock.

“I feel so full.” Her voice came out on a dreamy sigh.

He could fill her up. He could do it every damn night of his life. “You feel like heaven.”

He pressed up into her, loving how her eyes widened when he joined them fully. He was as deep as he could go, his balls rubbing against her. Damn but this was where he always wanted to be now. The world fell away when he was with her. He could be the Owen he wanted to be, not the one who’d fucked up in the past or the one who couldn’t seem to find a future, but Becca’s Owen. He could be the man who took care of her, who protected and sheltered her.

He set a brutal pace, his heart pounding in time with his cock. It was too good to last. She tightened around him and called out his name, and it sent him right over the edge.

He poured himself into her, fucking up inside her again and again until he had nothing left.

He fell on top of her, giving her his full weight. Her arms came around him.

Sometimes she was the one who sheltered him. That felt good, too.

“Owen, I lost the plug,” she whispered in his ear. “That’s okay, right? I couldn’t clench when you were doing all that stuff to me.”

Oh, he was okay with it.

He kissed her neck. “It just means we start all over again, love.”

Starting over seemed like a perfect thing to do.





Chapter Fourteen





“Why the hell is there a massive castle in the middle of Toronto?” Owen asked, glancing around the balcony at the grounds below. It was another gloriously beautiful day, with powder blue skies and fluffy white clouds that made a stunning contrast to the vivid green of the gardens below.

And the ultra-modern buildings all around them. He would have expected this gothic mansion in the middle of London, but not here.

Becca stared out at the fountain and the large trees. “It was built by Sir Henry Pellatt before World War I. He was the financier who brought electricity to the city.”

She said the words but there was a distance to her tone. He hated that.

He moved in, putting his hands on her shoulders. “If you’re nervous about this, we can leave right now. I promise we can figure out who sent that note to you without having to face him or her down.”

He wasn’t particularly happy about this mission of hers, but he’d seen the stubborn gleam in her eyes when she’d asked him to go with her. The fact that she’d asked him and not simply gone off on her own had made him reluctant to argue with her.

Still, he wished they were here to do nothing more than take the place in like the tourists milling all around them.

“I think this place is cool. I’ve been here all morning, and you should go down to the stables. They were the first thing Pellatt built, and during World War II, they were used to conceal Canada’s research for sonar devices that could detect U-boats,” a voice only he could hear said.

He touched his earpiece, the one he’d concealed even from Becca, and wished Robert wasn’t listening in. It was one more betrayal, but he couldn’t help it this time. If this was some kind of trap Levi Green had set, he couldn’t be here without backup. Becca hadn’t questioned the small device in his left ear, so he was fairly certain she hadn’t noticed it.

“Well, I’ve seen nothing of any interest,” a deeper voice said. Sasha was here as well. They’d decided Becca wouldn’t recognize him when he wasn’t wearing his janitorial uniform. He was walking the grounds with a camera. Sasha would be the one on the third floor when the time came.

“I have to do this.” Becca had turned and stared up at him.

It was hard having two completely separate conversations going on. Becca had zero idea he had another one going on in his ear, and she would likely be pissed as hell at him for bringing in his crew. He focused on her as Sasha and Robert argued in his ear about how interesting this place was. “You don’t. I told you I’ll handle this.”

“If this is a whistle-blower, then I need to be strong enough to face whoever it is,” she said resolutely.

They’d had this argument over breakfast. She had a theory that whoever had anonymously left the note requesting her meeting here was some kind of whistle-blower who’d discovered something nefarious going on at Huisman. There was definitely something going on, but he wasn’t at all sure they were dealing with a person of good intent. “Why not simply come into your office and tell you what they need to say? Why all the subterfuge?”

She glanced down at her watch. She’d been doing it all morning. Only ten minutes to go. He’d convinced her they shouldn’t simply stand around at the meet-up spot.

“Because whoever this is, he or she is afraid,” Becca replied. “It’s the only explanation.”

He could come up with another couple of explanations, none of them good. “They posed it as a riddle. A person who was scared wouldn’t want to confuse you.”

She waved off the argument. “It’s a little dramatic, but it was easy enough to figure out. A million dollars is missing, Owen. What if someone from one of the other teams is siphoning money off my accounts and hoping I wouldn’t notice? I do have one of the biggest budgets at Huisman, and I’m not known for being that great about keeping up with spending.”