Page 33 of Taken by the Lawman

He joined her at the table and accepted the piece of chicken she handed him. He bit into the juicy meat and chewed thoughtfully. So, Kiersten Cade wanted a baby? He didn’t know anything about an agency or what role they played in finding her a baby father, but Deegan didn’t care. The thought of another man touching her, impregnating her, drove through him like a dull sword straight through the heart. Although she didn’t know it yet, he planned to make her his and if she were already pregnant, he’d accept another man’s child, but no way would he handle having another man touching her. Hell no!

He could be her baby’s father.

He blinked. What the hell? Where did that come from? He’d never thought of having kids, although at thirty-five he guessed he was mature enough to become a father.

This could be his opportunity of spending his life with Kiersten.

Hell, she wasn’t looking for a husband, just a baby. But he cared for her…no, he loved her. Deeply. Felt more for her than he ever felt for anyone or anything. How was that possible? How could he love someone he’s spent so little time with?

She wiped her fingers on a napkin. “Why are you looking at me like that? Did something happen while I was showering?” She raised a suspicious brow.

He shrugged. “Nope.” Yes, but how do I tell you? How do I tell you how much I care for you? The bite of chicken got stuck in his throat and he drank from his coffee cup thirstily.

“Have you thought any more about how we catch our criminal?”

He had many ideas, but his brain was in a fog thinking of Kiersten and her wanting a baby. This wasn’t healthy. Not staying focused made him dangerous. His brain should be on the case and catching a killer, but instead he wanted to kiss her. Hold her. Damn, when had he turned into a softy?

At least the bruising on her face wasn’t as stark and the cut was healing nicely. Now when he looked at her, he didn’t feel a rage deep inside to rip the killer apart limb by limb.

“I think we do the best thing. We sit back and wait for him to make contact. He will. Rest assured, he’s stewing impatiently. But if he’s a military man, he realizes the importance of doing things at the right moment. And this time we’ll be prepared.”

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The tall brunette placed her hands on her hips, looking at Travis with bright green eyes that were surrounded by thick mascaraed lashes and rainbow-colored eyeshadow. She called herself an artist so he accepted that her makeup and hair were always different. It didn’t change the fact that she was athletic, tougher than most women, and had a pussy that kept him hard…unless he was angry, as he was now.

“Why did you let the Fed live?” she moaned.

Travis returned his attention back to his rifle where he was taking it apart to clean it. He loved his gun and treated it like an extension of his body. After several long seconds, he brought his gaze back up and met hers. “The lawman was coming.”

“Pfft. Are you afraid of him?” she asked in her thickest German accent.

He didn’t allow her to ruffle his feathers. “This must be handled with care. You should remember that, Lustra. If the lawman would have caught you, we wouldn’t be here right now. He isn’t one to test, my dear. Neither is the woman. Your job was simple. Pull the alarm and leave the rest to me. Not tease the man into running after you.”

She laughed and ran her fingers through her hair, tilting one flared hip. He suddenly became hard. His anger must have been lifting. “Are you saying that the lawman is too tough for me to handle?” She flexed both her arms, showing off toned biceps. “Look at my guns. I’m tough too. I’ll show the schwachling how we do things in Germany.”

“Yes, you are tough, but we can’t screw this up. The girl’s death was supposed to look like a suicide with no room for question. And then the incident with the pictures—”

“Jezus Chriiist, Travees,” she said in exceedingly long words that reminded him of gurgling noises. “How many times do you plan on bringing up my mistakes?” When she got upset or excited, her German accent became prominent. “I accidently left the briefcase sitting on the sidewalk. But you took care of that thief so no more problem. Right?” She smiled widely, then stuck out her tongue, showing off her piercing. He liked it, and how she used it as a sexual aid to make him moan in pleasure. “And the girl too. My hero.” She gyrated her way to him, stepping behind his chair and placing her hands on his shoulders, massaging the tense muscles. He melted into the chair, feeling the last drop of anxiety floating away. She moved her hand down and pinched his nipple tightly.

But he had work to do. If he gave into his need every time Lustra wanted sex, he’d never finish his job.

“I’m busy here. I need some time to think,” he said quietly. Since he’d met her a year ago, he hadn’t managed much thinking because he was always fucking her.

“No, no, Liebhaber. What you need is a little bit, or a whole lot, of Lustra Lane,” she purred and ran the tip of her tongue along the curves of his ear. “I show you how I made men weak back in my country.”

He never liked hearing about her sexcapades before they met on the international dating site. He was a jealous man. “I told you, I’m not in the mood.” When he fucked up, like he had at the garage, he wanted to sink himself deep into work, not pussy. But Lustra wasn’t having any part of it. He swore her clit was bigger than her brain.

“But I aaaam, Travees.” She slid her fingers into his hair, gripped the thick mass and jerked his head back, looking down into his scowling face. “Stop handling the rifle and handle my tiiits,” she growled.

“Back off,” he snarled. “Let me finish here.”

She dropped her hands to her sides and wrinkled her pert nose. “You’re such a bore, kleiner mann. Maybe it’s time I went back to Hanz—” She didn’t take but one step before he was out of his chair so fast that it was knocked to the floor with a loud bang. A gasp fell off her lips about the same time he clutched the collar of her blouse in his fists and jerked her hard against his muscular frame. She always knew how to get his attention by mentioning her ex, but sometimes he believed she pushed him a little too far. If she only knew what he’d done while overseas, she wouldn’t risk setting him off.

“Is it a fuck you want?” He pushed through tight lips.

“Yes.” Her smile returned, reminding him of the cat who ate the canary.

“Then it’s a fuck you’ll get.” He ripped the cotton material from top to bottom. Another gasp came from her, but he paid no attention. He was as hard as a rock by then, and the only thing he could focus on was sinking into her tight cunt. He couldn’t deny that he liked her at his disposal compared to the twits from the club he used to fuck hard and fast.

He twisted her around, bent her over the edge of the table and palmed at her jeans, tearing them down her plump ass, then tore at his own until they were pushed to his knees. He gripped his thick rod in his fat fist and jammed it inside her slick pussy. She screamed and he laughed, growing harder and hornier. “I dare you to mention that cocksucker in front of me again,” he whispered. “I’ll catch the next flight out, sneak into his mansion, and slice his throat from ear to ear before anyone is the wiser,” he said next to her ear.

With a rough touch, he grasped both of her tits and squeezed, kneading the flesh as he pumped in and out of her, slamming her hips hard into the table. She braced her hands on the edge, but he was much stronger, and because he was pissed again, he took out his frustration on her body. Yeah, on second thought, she had drove him too far this time…

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