Page 137 of Hold Me Before You Go

My balls tightened. With a growl, I shoved her forward again, taking her hips in my hands, pounding into her sweet little pussy, her cries like music to my damn ears. “That’s right, Sunshine, milk my cock,” I grunted, looking down at where we were connected.

Picture fucking perfect.

When I came, I groaned her name.

“Yeah, that sounds good,” I said into the phone, watching Carrie walk out to meet Sarah in the front yard. Carrie’s hands went to Sarah’s swollen belly as she beamed at her, her smile brighter than the sun.

“How are things on your end? Everything nearly set up?” Jake asked.

“Almost. You heading out here when it’s done or you staying in Charlotte?” I asked.

My tech genius was quiet for a moment. “I think I might stay here for a while,” he answered softly. “There’s no place like home, after all.”

Carrie threw her head back, her curls bouncing in the sunlight. “You’re absolutely right about that,” I murmured.

Red Snake Investigations was relocating its Denver offices to Portland, and while I would be popping into the office a few times a week, but I’d mainly work from home. Since I’d gotten shot, my ability to run was taken away, and after four months of rehab, the best I could do was a light jog for two minutes. Thatcomplicated things, especially if I was on a hunt. So for right now, I’d be handling the desk work.

“How’s Hayes?” Jake asked.

“Working, as always,” I answered. We both knew the truth. Hayes was in a bad place, and there was nothing any of us could do about it. Hayes was Hayes, which meant whatever he was going through, he would work it out himself.

“Dominic and Ash should be heading your way soon,” Jake confirmed, answering my unspoken question. They were in charge of packing the Denver office up and getting everything here. They’d gone back to take care of the leasing agreements.

Once that was done, we’d be diving into Ash’s missing woman, as promised.

“Roger that,” I said, turning away from the window and walking into the kitchen, leaning against the counter I’d just fucked Carrie over an hour ago. “Have you heard from Garner at all?”

“Nope. Nothing but radio silence from St. Louis. Guess that means it’s finally water under the bridge,” Jake assumed.

“We hope.”

He barked out a laugh. “Yeah, we fucking hope. You never know with that city.”

After Carrie dropped the biggest truth bomb of the century on the FBI, things started unraveling. James went to the St. Louis PD, where Chief Amara Harrison issued a statement. From there, more evidence started flowing in and eventually, about three weeks after I was released from the hospital, we got a call…

“I know it’s late,” Garner said, sounding tired over the speakerphone.

“No, no. It’s fine,” Carrie assured, pulling our sheets to her chest, staring at the phone sitting between us. “I told you to call me whenever you had news.”

“Right,” James muttered.

“Well?” I prompted. “Do you have news?”

“We found Whitelock.”

His words hung in the air as my eyes met Carrie’s wide and worried ones. She reached for me then, and instantly, I shifted us, grabbing the phone so she could be in my arms. “What can you tell us?” I asked.

“My forensics team has been at this site for the last three hours and so far, we’ve found eighty graves.”

I bite down on my jaw, holding in the curse as Carrie gasped. “Eighty?” she breathed, her hands shooting to her mouth.

“Yes”

“Where is Whitelock?” I asked.

James sighed. “It’s an abandoned farm close to Edwardsville.”

“God fucking damn,” I muttered, leaning my head back to the ceiling.

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