Page 28 of The Trail Boss

He turned her around again, pulling her close. He kissed her neck and placed his hands on the back of her thighs and ass. He lifted her up with one strong arm. Roxie wrapped her legs around his waist and nestled her head into his neck. She knew she would never look at pole dancing the same again. From now on, it would be Gavin she was embracing. She kissed and licked him as he held onto her, moaning.

“Roxie,” he groaned.

She had no time to respond beyond wrapping her legs tighter around him.

His cock found her entrance and he surged forward, filling her in one strong move with his long, hard cock. Roxie lost focus. Her breath caught in her throat. She wondered how long she’d wanted this? How long had it been him she was secretly hoping for?

“God, you feel so good,” he whispered as he thrust in and out of her. He didn’t give her body time to adjust. It felt almost like she was being split in half, but she didn’t care. Nothing and no one had felt as right as Gavin Briggs plundering her body.

They moved in unison, wrapped in their shared passion. His kisses were full of heat and desire. His hands moved all over her body. He teased every curve. He ignited every cell of her body.

Her mind raced with pleasure and wanton desire. He dragged himself back only to thrust in again. Her pussy fought to keep him inside. She’d never known her pussy to be so greedy. It felt right for him to be moving inside her—faster, deeper, harder. There was no doubt as to who was in command of this encounter, and it wasn’t her.

Gavin’s need was primal and raw. He pounded into her, and she welcomed it. As he thrust into her, her inner walls shook and quivered as she tried to wrap her head around the intensity of the pleasure he was giving her. Her breath sped up and became ragged as she called his name over and over. Her orgasm barreled toward her at an unrelenting speed. Her body stiffened in anticipation. Then suddenly, she fell over the edge as he gave one hard, ferocious thrust deep inside her, and she screamed in ecstasy, her pussy spasming as she clamped down hard, her legs trembling as she writhed in his hold, greedily milking his cock, savoring every bit of pleasure as he held her in his arms.

Without a word, he carried her to the bed and fell back with her, maneuvering her into position until she was beneath him, savoring his weight. He rolled from her and kissed her gently.

“That was unexpected… well not totally unexpected, but certainly welcome. I just figured we’d have more time to talk. For the record…”

“I know all of the members get tested every three months and nobody has unprotected sex unless they are a committed couple. I just had my annual physical, including testing for STDs. I’m clean and have been on the pill since I was in my teens.”

Gavin laughed and kissed her on the nose. “So much for the safe sex talk. You should get some sleep and I need to go down and check in on where we are with trying to figure out who’s after you.”

“I can come with you.”

“No,” he said, shaking his head. “They’re going to want to give me shit about sleeping with you before it turns into a serious discussion about whether or not I can still maintain my professional objectivity while fucking your brains out.”

“Does that mean this wasn’t just a one-time thing?” she said, hoping there was more of a teasing note in her voice than the desperate, pleading one she was feeling.

“Count on it. I’d actually prefer to move you to my room, but I’ll leave the timing of that up to you.”

Roxie was surprised. He sounded serious and she knew from the rumors about him, Gavin only had contracted sex with willing members of the club—and there were legions of them.

“Get some rest. You’ve had a long day.”

“Okay,” she said quietly watching him roll from the bed to pull on his clothes and leave the room.

GAVIN

Gavin paced the ranch’s dining room that had become the war room, his boots thudding softly against the wooden floor as the rest of the team sifted through documents and computer files. The charged energy in the air was almost tangible, the kind that came with knowing they were getting closer to answers but still weren’t quite there.

“Got it,” Hawke called out, his fingers flying over the keyboard. “The lawyer, Alan Kessler, filed a separate set of estate documents six months after Jeremiah’s death. These look legit on the surface, but the signatures don’t match the originals.”

“Forgery?” Gavin asked, leaning over Hawke’s shoulder to study the screen.

“Textbook,” Hawke confirmed. “And it gets worse. The funds from the estate were funneled into an offshore account. Guess whose name is on it?”

“Kessler’s,” Gavin said, his voice flat, already knowing the answer.

“Bingo.”

Gavin’s jaw tightened as he straightened. “So he stole everything Roxie was entitled to.”

“Not just that,” Reed chimed in from across the room, holding up a police report. “Turns out, the parents paid him a hefty fee and Kessler’s been cozy with some of the same people Jeremiah owed money to. Looks like he’s in deep with Carter Dugan’s crew.”

“Dugan again,” Gavin muttered, running a hand through his hair. The loan shark’s name had been cropping up too often for comfort.

“And then there’s this,” Jesse said, dropping a stack of printouts onto the table. “Margaret and William Albright. We dug into their financials like you asked. They’ve got payouts listed as ‘consulting fees’ to a private investigation firm and like Hawke said to Kessler. Worse, the private investigation firm has ties to a couple of hitmen.”

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