Page 71 of Hell to Pay

“Rafe.” I dropped my head, leaning my forehead against the mirror, relieved to finally say the name that had been beating through my dreams since I’d moved into the house with the three men I had no business trusting. “Rafe.”

“That’s right, Lilah.” He reached up with one hand and took a fistful of my hair in his hand, pulled my head back, and forced me to look at him in the mirror again. “I’m the one inside you. I’m the one who owns you now.”

I was on fire, an orgasm surging through my body like a rising tide, desperate for release.

He drove into me harder and faster. I met every thrust with my own, pushing back against his cock on the downstroke, pulling away when he dragged out of me, wanting maximum penetration.

Wanting him deeper. Wanting all of him. Because if he was going to own me — and right now he did — I was going to own him too.

My entire body tingled. “I’m going to come, Rafe.”

“Fuck yes, you are. Let me feel that sweet pussy come on my cock.”

The words sent me over the edge and I broke apart, shuddering around his dick, clamping down on him. He groaned, spilling inside me, driving into me in a frenzy, our bodies slapping together as we rutted like animals, falling into the abyss of our release.

I didn’t stop moving until the tremors stopped wracking my body, and I fell against the mirror as he dropped his head to my shoulder, his hands sliding around my waist, pulling me tightly against him until I didn’t know where he ended and I began.

I didn’t know how long we stayed like that, molded together by the sweat of our fucking, but it wasn’t until my breath returned to normal that I realized something.

We hadn’t used a condom.

45

JUDE

I spentfifteen minutes on the phone with Gage in the basement office, then turned to Nolan, who was trying to connect the tail numbers of charter planes into Athens over the past three months to their owners.

“Gage has something from the hard drive,” I said.

Nolan swiveled his chair to look at me. “Did he say what it was?”

I shook my head. “His exact words were ‘come get this fucking hard drive in the next twenty-four hours or I’m dropping it in the bay and blocking your number.’”

“Wow,” Nolan said. “Sounds promising.”

I laughed.

The alarm on his phone beeped and he shut it off, then turned back to the computer.

“You’re not going to take your insulin?”

“I will,” he said. “As soon as I’m done with this.”

I scowled. I didn’t think it was my imagination that he’d been playing fast and loose with his meds lately. “Why are you fucking around?”

“I’m not,” he said. “I’m just busy. It’s not an exact thing. I’ve got a window.”

“Don’t give me that fucking window bullshit. Not after Sanaa.” His insulin window had almost put him into a diabetic coma during a mission in Yemen. We’d been humping for days across rough terrain on the way into the city and the difference in time zones plus the nearly sleepless nights had been disorienting.

He’d almost been kicked out after that. He’d only gotten into the military with a dispensation and the mandate to serve as a medic. He’d put all of us at risk by forgetting his insulin, but his exemplary service to that point and the excessive strain of the mission had bought him an allowance with the commander.

This time he didn’t have an excuse.

He sighed and swiveled in his chair to look at me again. “This is nothing like Sanaa. My insulin is right upstairs. I can take it anytime.”

“So go fucking take it,” I said.

He was falling into the mystery of the missing girls. We all were.

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