Page 50 of Dauntless

I clasped my hands together, elated. “That’s great news. How did you find him?”

“Some of the communications Walter hastily gave us to try to avoid jail pointed to a man in Los Angeles. The nanny that Angel spoke about turned out to be a private nurse with an address there. According to a tip from a neighbor, a man fitting what we gathered from Angel’s description of him was seen entering the building but never leaving. Our agent, who went there, spotted a young naked woman in the backyard. Still, it’s a long shot, but we’re going now, and I need to get moving. Trish’s a ball buster and can’t wait for another second when we have something. I’m ready to get in there too. I need to pack.”

I followed him into the bedroom where he opened the closet and took out his bag.

“You and Trish?” I asked. I hated how my voice went up at the end and immediately tried to rectify my meaning: “I’m not jealous or anything. I know you’re not together, not that I’d even have a right to complain. I’m… I’m happy you have a break in the case.” I grimaced. Now I was babbling.

I wasn’t the only one who thought I was behaving oddly. Elliott’s hand paused on the closet door, and his pale blue gaze turned my way.

I froze. My pulse increased as he studied me. “There is nothing going on between us, and you can ask. Trish and I only share the case. If we catch this guy, we can stop him from hurting someone else and bring the rest of the members to justice.”

“I understand,” I said and bit my lip. “You should go, of course. I’m thinking of going home too… Did you find out about Melinda?”

He sighed heavily. “Yes, we did. Walter lied about a lot of things, but not about Melinda. We confirmed with the hospital: Melinda is Walter’s child.”

“Dane must be devastated,” I covered my mouth. He hadn’t answered when I called him, and I understood he must be busy with Angel and Melinda.

“He’s sad and upset,” Elliott agreed. “But like you, he’s already working to fix things. He’s in contact with his lawyers to find a way to keep her with him...” He looked away. And Angel. He was being sensitive to my feelings, but he didn’t have to.

I smoothed my hands down the front of my jeans. “I know he’s with Angel.”

He turned his head so I couldn’t see his face. “Sharing people and having an open relationship takes a lot of patience.” His tone was soft.

“True,” I said and hunched my shoulders. He would know. “I know now that I don’t have it.”

“No, you don’t,” he said zipping up a carrier bag. “I saw your resolve as you watched them together at his house. Dane also told me you wouldn’t come up to him at the show after you saw him kiss Angel. You were hurt.”

“I was,” I admitted. “I understand, though. He had always wanted to have Angel back. Whatever happens, they should be given the time and chance to work that out and without me interfering. I know Dane wouldn’t see it that way, but I do.”

He started unbuttoning his shirt, and my eyes followed down the broad expanse of his muscular chest. “I know that too, but I also know Dane. If you would be open, he’d do everything he could to make a place in their life for you.”

“I know, but I don’t want him to,” I replied softly. I couldn’t look at him, though it was clear now where our talk needed to go. What would breaking off what I’d started with Dane mean for Elliott and me?

Neither of us spoke.

I didn’t know why this was so hard or why I was feeling insecure. Elliott had been nothing but real with me. I liked that about him from the start. In truth, the more I knew about him and his life, the more I wanted to be in it. What I was sure of now was that I would mourn the loss of him, if I didn’t try to give the two of us a chance. My pulse continued to pound hard enough to fill my ears as the moments stretched into minutes. Then I stared down at my hands on my lap.

I walked over and sat down on one of the two chairs in the bedroom and sighed heavily. Maybe his silence was his answer.

But then Elliott came over to me and took my hands in his. His touch was charged flaring the connection we had already shared. He had to feel it. Our eyes met then, and my heart thudded.

“Come shower with me.” He had already removed all his clothing. When I looked down, I could see his semi-hard thick cock, and it was within reach. My body clenched in want, knowing how good it would feel to take him deep inside me.

He pulled me to stand in front of him.

Not waiting for my answer, he pulled my shirt from my jeans and up over my head. In my haste for him, I proceeded to take off my bra, but he batted my hands away. “I’m undressing you.” So was his way, and the only way I wanted him.

He turned me around and unhooked my bra. Goosebumps broke on my skin as his fingers trailed down them as he moved the straps down my arms. I moaned. “Elliott.”

He cursed, his hands unfastened my jeans pulling them down. “Seeing your body always makes me impatient.” His finger traced the lace of my thong between my buttocks before tearing the fabric and yanking it off. “I’m fucking you right here.”

Pressing on my back to bend my waist, he dragged the slippery head of his cock between my legs, entering me from behind.

I gripped the chair to keep my balance, moaning as he pushed inside me. I wasn’t as ready for him, but with every drive of his hot thick shaft, I grew wetter, my walls stretching to take him. It was fast; it was hot, but I was just as eager. Moaning and pushing back into his thrust. I didn’t want to wait either.

He pulled out and moved us over to the shower and turned it on. There he pressed on my shoulders, and I bent down on the tile in front of him. He then guided his cock over to my mouth and rubbed it over my lips. The crown of his shaft was soft and slick. I couldn’t help but part my lips and run my tongue over the seeping head to please him. His salty sweet taste covered my tongue, and I moaned for him.

He groaned and pushed forward between my teeth, “Suck me good.”

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