Chapter 11
Brody
Trapped in the closet with an erection and Trinity’s warm body plastered to mine, I utter a silent curse.
For fuck’s sake.
I press my lips to her ear. “Stay quiet, or I’ll shoot him.” I probably wouldn’t, but Trinity doesn’t need to know that.
Kellin walks farther into the room. The slightest motion could expose us.
At the sensation of Trinity’s soft lips brushing my hand, lust vibrates through my veins. Her tender skin wakes a beast lurking just under the surface, waiting to pounce.
As far as I’m concerned, this moment in the darkness could stretch on forever. I haven’t been this close to a woman in months. Sexual encounters require free time, and I’ve been fresh out of that since around June.
Declan’s assigned me one mission after the next. A break would be excellent, but I can’t risk asking. I can’t afford to piss my father off. The day I show him I can’t keep up, he’ll disown me altogether.
That leaves no real time for romance or bedroom games. No girls pinned in dark closets, wet and waiting for me.
Not until today, anyway. With Trinity.
This isn’t her teasing me. This is different than the game she tried to play up in the suite.
Her response is genuine, raw, and all mine. I was just about to claim everything I wanted, savor every delicious bit of her surrender, and then Kellin fucking Brennan strolled in.
Trinity shifts between my hands, and her muffled little moan flutters against my palm. My blood comes to a standstill, my eyes flying to Kellin through the door slats.
He stops and peers in our direction.
Shit. She caught his attention.
As Kellin slowly approaches, my muscles coil.
Only steps before he reaches us, a beautiful brunet appears in the office doorway. “Hey, handsome. I’ve been searching for you.”
Maeve enters the room before pressing her back against the door to close it.
The tension eases my shoulders. Thanks for the rescue, Maeve.
Kellin, mercifully distracted, pivots away from the closet. “Where’s the fire?”
“Right here.” I think Maeve taps her mouth. Kellin responds by pinning her to the office door faster than a striking snake.
My gratitude fades rapidly, replaced by mounting horror.
I’m glad we didn’t get caught, but watching my sister make out ten feet away might be worse.
Kellin seems like a decent man, but I’m too loyal to Declan to ever betray the family the way Maeve has with him.
Sure, I might engage in some hot, kinky sex with an enemy’s daughter, but I’d never give her the keys to the kingdom. The guy practically runs this place these days.
I squirm as one of them moans. If they start going at it against the door, I’m gonna need some earplugs and an entire vat of brain bleach. Maybe I would have been better off just letting one of those guys back at the construction site shoot me and put me out of my misery.
It must be my lucky day, because Maeve and Kellin untangle with all of their clothes still on. I could do without the panting, but at least the universe isn’t subjecting me to Kellin’s and my sister’s orgasms.
Kellin’s baritone sounds huskier than usual. Gross. “Is this really why you were looking for me?”
“Not the only reason. We have that conference call with those folks from Japan in ten minutes. I wanted to make sure you were ready.”
“Right, right. Japan. I think my head would fall off if not for you.” When he smacks a kiss on her neck, she giggles—actually giggles like a damn teenager—and playfully whacks him with the leather-bound clipboard in her hand.
As much as I want to rip out my own eardrums, a little burst of peace swirls under my sternum.
For the first time in a long time, Maeve seems truly happy.
Kellin may not deserve her, but at least that cock-blocking bastard brings her joy. And he did save her. For those reasons alone, I suppose I have to at least tolerate his presence in my sister’s life.
If anyone in this messed-up family deserves happiness, she’s the one.
Trinity and I remain frozen in place, her breath hot on my palm. Her back trembles against my chest, causing every muscle where we touch to shake.
Her heady floral fragrance mingles with the scent of salt and gunpowder and scrambles my senses. I want to breathe her in and lick the sweat from her throat. Devour her whole.
Not now. Later.
After a few nerve-racking minutes, Kellin and my sister finally depart. As soon as they disappear, I ease my hand off Trinity’s mouth and inch the door open. The coast appears clear, so I exit the closet and glare at the space where they were making out.
What did Kellin even come in here to do?
“Why did you do that?” Trinity’s voice cuts through my irritation.
The fuck does she mean? I was staking a claim and keeping her quiet, and she was enjoying every second. That’s all.
“Questions later.” I snatch her hand. She doesn’t resist—surprise of the century—as we slip out into the hall and I lead her away from the lobby.
Within a few minutes, we find our way to the parking area. I snag a set of car keys from the valet—I always keep a couple cars here, just in case—and together, Trinity and I hike over to the VIP section, stopping beside a black BMW X6.
As soon as we’re alone, Trinity yanks her arm, attempting to free herself from my grip. “I can walk on my own, you jerk.”
I check once more to ensure the coast’s clear before rummaging in my pocket for the syringes of propofol I stole off that dead merc earlier today. While she’s peering through the tinted windows of the vehicle, I jab the first needle into the side of her neck and press the plunger.
She yelps and slaps at the spot, whipping around to stare at me with wide eyes. “You…”
Mid-sentence, her body sags, and her eyes roll back in her head. I load her unconscious body into the back seat, shut the door, and speed away, toward that safe house in the desert.