Page 68 of Montana Rain

Cole growled. He growled, and I didn’t think I’d ever heard something so hot. “You want to test the theory, princess?”

“Maybe.”

Spreading my legs, he slid into me in one long, hard thrust, stealing both our breath. Cole grabbed the headboard, and he didn’t hold back, driving into me hard and fast. The rest of the water from our shower dripped off him as he stared down at me with singular focus. There was nothing he didn’t see. All of me. Every gasp and movement as I reached for him.

Dropping himself down to me, he buried his face in my neck and groaned. “I’ll never have enough of you.”

“I—”

Light flared behind my eyes, cutting off my words. I came, shuddering around him, and he didn’t stop and didn’t slow, driving me through one orgasm and taking the opportunity to drive me into another one. “You’re going to kill me,” I gasped.

“We can’t have that. But I want you to give me one more.”

“I can’t.”

“Yes, you can, princess.” A kiss brushed across my lips. My forehead. My cheek. Cole rolled his hips, creating the perfect friction, and he was right. I could give him one more. Earth-shattering and body-numbing. I couldn’t see or breathe, only knowing pleasure that built on itself, never releasing me.

Somewhere outside of myself, Cole came too, finding his release with shuddering groans before he slowed, giving me his weight but not pulling away.

“Too many,” I murmured.

“No such thing. You’ll get to more. We just need to practice.”

A laugh burst out of me, and I wrapped my arms around his neck. Pushing aside any worry I had, I embraced what my sister had said. Everything was fine. This was fine. I was allowed to be happy, and Cole made me happy.

Pulling him down to kiss me, I didn’t fight my smile. “I think I’m going to like practicing.”

Chapter 28

Rayne

The driver dropped us off outside the apartment building, Cole helping me out of the car. “Your foot okay?”

“It’s good.”

“Let me know if it’s not.”

I glared at him. “You’re not carrying me through the streets of Chicago, Cole.”

“That’s debatable,” he muttered, but it was with a smile.

It was strange being here two days in a row. They were right. I needed to be here more often. “Do you guys have your orders picked out?” I asked, pushing open the door. “I need examples so we can show Cole how great Rudy’s is.”

My words ended in a gasp. The apartment was trashed, and the silence told me no one was inside. “Oh my god.”

Cole pulled me behind him. “Hold on,” he said.

He went in first, clearing the space room by room before letting me come in. “There’s no one.”

In the living room, only one piece of furniture was untouched. The coffee table. A cell phone sat in the center of it, clearly alien in comparison to the rest of the apartment. “Cole.”

I picked up the phone, and the screen told me there was a voice mail. Panic tore through my body. Any sense of safety I’d found had vanished the second the apartment door opened.

I was in Cole’s arms before I knew what was happening. He took the phone from me and pressed the button so we could both listen.

“It seems we didn’t get the message across the first couple of…close calls we had,” the voice on the recording said. “If you want to see your mother and sister again, you’ll bring the flash drive. And if you don’t want anything to happen to them, neither you nor your boyfriend will involve the FBI. Understood? Bring it by five p.m.” The voice rattled off an address where we were meant to bring it.

“And don’t think this is one of those times when you can go behind our backs. We’re watching.”

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