Chapter 22
TWENTY-TWO
CHLOE
Our tongues melded together as he laid me down against the bed.
Our bodies tangled themselves up with clothes dropping to the floor in the span of mere heartbeats.
His lips slid down my neck, nibbling along my pulse point and puckering my tits as my legs spread for him.
His girth fell between my pussy lips, the heat of his body overwhelming me.
And as he effortlessly slid into my body, my back arched.
“Fucking hell, West. I love it when you’re this close,” I groaned.
I wrapped my arms and legs around him as he slowly slid in and out of my body.
My walls wet themselves for him, ushering him inside every time he thrusted forward.
I gasped against his ear. I nibbled along the shell of it as we scrambled to get to the middle of the bed.
He held onto me so tightly that I wasn’t sure where my body ended and he began.
I wanted to make love to him until I passed out from sheer exhaustion.
“Oh, Chloe,” he growled.
“Yes,” I whispered.
“Fucking hell,” he grumbled.
I raked my nails down his back. “Oh, fuck. Right there. Right there. Just like that. Don’t do anything else.”
He steadied his movements, even as his entire body shivered with a need for release. My eyes rolled back as my juices dripped down my ass crack. I’d never felt such electricity jolt me awake in all my life. I’d never wanted to make love to anyone more than him in my entire life.
“I love you. I love you. Oh, good God. I’m coming. West. Holy fuck. I love you so much.”
I spit out the words effortlessly and endlessly, and I didn’t care if they got me into trouble.
I didn’t care if I lost him over them. Somehow, some way, I had fallen in love with the man, and I wanted to proclaim it out to the rest of the world.
I unraveled against him, shaking and trembling while my pussy milked his cock for all it had.
And as he bit into the excess of my breasts, he exploded within me.
Marking me as his own.
“Jesus Christ,” I said breathlessly.
He fell off to the side without another word spoken and pulled me close.
He hadn’t repeated the words back to me, no, but he sure as hell wrapped me up in his embrace.
I slid back toward him until my ass seated itself against his wet dick.
I tucked my leg between his, feeling him clamp down onto it before he pulled the covers over us.
And as my eyes fluttered closed for some much-needed rest, he pressed soft, open-mouthed kisses to my bare shoulder while his fingertips traced mindless circles against my hip.
I didn’t have a single nightmare that evening, but I did, however, wake up before West. His endless snores pulled me from the darkness, and even though I tried to get back to sleep, I knew I’d never be able to.
I shifted around in his grip and watched him roll over.
He pulled the covers up to his chin and I rubbed his back, feeling him relax beneath my touch.
And when I knew he was sound asleep once more, I turned my sights toward my necklace that always hung around my neck.
“Time to see what’s up,” I whispered.
I slid out of bed and threw my clothes on, not caring that I smelled like sex and debaucherous deeds. I needed to get to the media room and figure out what in the fuck was on this thumb drive. I had downloaded everything, yeah, but that didn’t mean that I knew what the hell was on it.
I stayed as quiet as possible so that everyone could sleep. But the second I jammed that USB drive into the laptop sitting at one of the four desks in the media room, I lost myself in the sheer number of files that popped up for me to devour.
“Why the hell are they password-protected?” I murmured.
It took me a while to go through, since I had to unlock just about every damn file with a different password.
How the hell did Carlos remember all of these fucking things?
I didn’t pay it much mind, though. We had the information, and I knew that if I could get it unlocked that I might be able to win Stone back over to my side.
Until I unlocked a folder that housed a file entitled “Chad Baker.”
No fucking way.
I clicked the folder open so quickly that I almost fucking deleted it, and the sheer number of files that popped up swirled my head. There were emails, and pictures of text messages. Communications back and forth between my handler—well, former handler—and none other than Carlos Banderas himself.
And when I came across the one damning piece of evidence I needed, I picked up the laptop and rushed back down the hallway.
“West!” I hissed as I charged through his bedroom door.
He continued snoring, even as I jumped onto the bed.
“West. West. Wake up. I need you up. West!”
He groaned. “What? What is it?”
I dropped down beside him and patted his shoulder. “Get up. Seriously. Get the fuck up now. I know how to take down Carlos.”
He shot up like a bat out of hell. “What? What did you find?”
“Take a look at this shit.”
I tossed the laptop onto his lap, and he had to rub his eyes in order for them to focus. But once he started clicking through the documents that I had open, his jaw unhinged.
“Isn’t this your—”
I nodded quickly. “Yes, it fucking is. Carlos is a God damn informant for the FBI.”
He held out his arm and I sank against his body. “Let’s see what else is in this shit. Good fucking work, beautiful.”
The kiss he pressed to my temple told me everything I needed to know.
He might not have the balls to say the words yet, but I knew how he felt about me.
We spent the morning waking up to the thousands of documents I had downloaded from that computer yesterday.
The sheer amount of information in them was staggering, and I understood quickly why Carlos didn’t want to give just anyone access to this information.
“My God, his payroll is even in here,” West murmured.
I furrowed my brow. “What are those blue stars next to the names for?”
West sighed. “If I had to take a guess? Those blue stars mean undercover agents on his payroll.”
I pointed to the screen. “Look at this. Look at the transactions and how they line up.”
“That sneaky son of a bitch.”
I scoffed. “He’s informing for the FBI while also using their own tactics to dance around them.”
“We have to tell the rest of the club. I need to start waking their asses up.”
“What do you want me to do?” I asked as I perched on my knees.
West started throwing some clothes on. “Relax and take a nice, hot shower. Give me an hour to fill the guys in, then come find me.”
“Got it. And West?”
“Yep?”
I sighed as I stepped off the bed. “Just tell them everything.”
He eyed me carefully. “Are you sure about that?”
I nodded. “They need to know, especially now that we’ve figured out a very important connection. Tell them, and I’ll help you field the chaos.”
His eyes danced between mine. “Make it thirty minutes, then. Chaos always comes sooner with these guys.”
I smiled softly. “Done.”
Then, I slipped into the bathroom in order to take the quickest shower of my fucking life.