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“That’s it, beautiful. Play with that nipple. Let me see how good it feels. You’re drowning me here, Rae. All that cream. It feels so good.” He grunted as their bodies slapped together.
“Saint! Oh God, I’m coming, I’m—” Her back bowed until only her shoulders touched the bed, pinning her on his cock, and a high scream escaped.
A tingle hit Saint in the small of his back, shooting down to his balls, and he knew he couldn’t hold out much longer. When he felt the first clench of Rae’s body around his cock, he let himself go. His orgasm slammed him forward, and he shot hard inside her, over and over and over, until he could no longer breathe and collapsed over Rae’s heaving body.
His woman. She was his, and he was never letting her go.
Chapter Thirty-Two
“The name of my warehouse is ‘The Warehouse’?” What the fuck? Did she really have that little imagination?
“Sounds perfect to me,” Elliot joked as they exited their rental SUV. Rae glared her way.
“Sounds like you have a sense of humor,” King added.
Saint grinned. “You mean she’s sarcastic. The name is perfect.”
Rae snorted at that. Very little about her was perfect, but she couldn’t deny the sarcasm that seemed to float in her veins.
Luka didn’t respond, not even a grunt. In fact his frown said they were all messing around when they needed to be serious.
“And we thought Dain acted like he was our parent…” Saint murmured in her ear. Whatever Luka thought, she was grateful for their teasing. The banter was a relief, easing the tension coiling tight inside her. Standing now in the darkened parking lot outside the massive building that was apparently her life’s work, bracing herself for what lay inside, she didn’t think her nerves could have taken them all acting like Luka. She was scared enough as it was.
The word seemed so foreign—scared—but she figured most people didn’t walk around scared for huge swaths of their life. And yet, for her, the past few weeks had been filled with uncertainty and fear. Her patchwork memories of the past didn’t reflect anything like that. In fact she got the impression she hadn’t been full-out scared much at all, maybe only when her parents had died so violently and unexpectedly. For the most part her memories seemed routine, full of work and family and friends and not much else. Certainly not terror.
But who wouldn’t feel terror at facing a criminal organization intent on getting their hands on you?
A nudge to her shoulder snatched her attention back from her musings. “You okay, cariño?”
She gave Saint a smile she didn’t really feel. “Sure.”
He frowned, and his arm came around her. “We’ll keep you safe; you know that, right? No matter what we find or who we face.” His kiss on her forehead warmed her chilled skin. “We’ll just sic Luka on ’em, and that will take care of the problem.”
This time her grin was genuine. “He’ll have everyone wetting their pants with a look.”
“You better believe it,” Luka said suddenly beside her, making her jump. The man was quieter than a cat and just as stealthy.
And he’d heard her talking about how terrifying he was.
Just own it, girl.She tilted her head back to give the six-and-a-half-foot giant a wide-eyed look. “I’m glad you’re on our side.”
His nod was nothing more than a quick jerk of his head. “Ready?”
She heaved in a huge breath, released it slowly. “As I’ll ever be, I guess.” Fishing in her pocket, she retrieved the keys the PI, Murphy, had found in her house after Saint had gotten her permission for the man to enter. The metal was warm from her body heat, feeling secure in her grasp, reassuring in its solidity. She held tight as she crossed the large, empty parking lot to the double glass doors at the front of the building.
Once inside the darkened entry, Saint stepped to one side and pulled out a penlight, searching the walls until he found a light switch. Rae blinked as the overhead lights came on. When the full team had entered, she locked the door behind them, then turned to take in the space.
Clean white walls. A couple of plants. No desk or reception area, just a concrete staircase leading up in one corner, and a long hall on the opposite side.
“Which way?” Saint asked.
Humming lightly as she unlocked the front doors. Nathan approached from the parking lot, and she opened one door to stick her head out. “You’re late, slacker!”
“Rae?”
The touch of a hand on her arm jolted her. “What?”
Saint stared down at her, a frown creasing his brow. “You okay?”
