Chapter 9 #2
“Kylie.” His voice filled her ears as he drew back, thrusting forward to stretch her again. Sensations ricocheted through Kylie’s body, then her brain, then her body again, each one turning her want into sheer, limitless need.
She spread her legs farther, a dark thrill shooting through her blood as he moaned, pumping harder. “Yes. Don’t hold back, Devon.”
“Christ, Kylie. You’re so damned tight.” He thrust again and again, hitting every sweet spot inside her.
Their rhythm went from slow build to fast burn, making another climax flicker to life between her legs.
She hinged all the way forward, taking him deeper, and when she reached between her legs to stroke her clit as he fucked her, their moans crashed together.
“That’s it. Touch yourself. Feel everything.
” Devon slowed his motions, and for a second, she nearly protested.
But then Kylie looked over her shoulder, watching him change the tempo of how he fucked her to meet the movements of her greedy fingers, and oh, God, it was the hottest thing she’d ever seen or felt.
Friction combined with pressure, both spiraling faster and stronger and hotter until she tumbled over the edge of her climax.
Devon tightened behind her, his cock buried to the hilt. “Ah. Ah, God.”
Keeping him all the way inside, she bucked her hips against his, letting him feel the squeeze of her pussy as her orgasm ended and his began. His spine arched, his strong, hard body beginning to shake as he called her name again and again.
And in that second, Kylie knew that she didn’t just trust Devon enough to give him her body.
She trusted him enough to fall for him.
Kylie dried her hair as best she could with the motel bath towel, ruffling her fingers through the tawny brown waves one last time before calling it as good as it got.
She was starting to get used to the change—liked it better than the pink, actually.
But one thing she’d never get used to was being on the run.
Thank God the terrifying part was almost over.
“Hey.” Devon appeared in the doorway to the bathroom that she’d left open while she’d showered, a protein bar in hand. “I know these are less than appealing, especially for someone who likes to cook, but you really should eat something.”
“Thanks,” she said, brushing a quick kiss over his mouth before taking the yellow and red package from his hand. “Have you heard anything from Kellan?” Her brother’s flight was scheduled to land at any minute, and as soon as he was on the ground in Chicago, things would get crazy really fast.
An image of Devon flashed through her mind, his hands on her body and his face caught up in the intensity of his release, and okay, some things might already be a little crazy.
But God, he felt so right.
“No,” Devon said, bringing Kylie back to the reality of the here and now. “But as soon as he and Detective Moreno land and they reach out, this DEA guy and his unit can take you into protective custody.”
Kylie’s pulse picked up in her veins, and she followed Devon back to the main room, sitting on the edge of the bed. “So, um, what happens after that?”
He pulled on a fresh T-shirt, his hands staying busy as he spoke. “They’ll keep you in a safe house until they can pick Fagan up. The guy’s drug activity is legendary, and with the murder you witnessed, the chances he’ll see the light of day again are pretty much nil.”
“Fagan’s never been caught before.” She fiddled with the protein bar wrapper, hating the fear pinging through her chest. “Do you think he’ll run?”
“Probably,” Devon said, although his tone marked the word as a definite.
“So, I might be in protective custody for a while.”
He paused. “I’d say there’s a pretty high likelihood of that, yes. But it’s to keep you safe.”
“You’ll be there, then. Right? If someone needs to keep me safe?” she asked, and his chin snapped up, his eyes going wide.
“Probably not. I do independent security. The DEA never farms out their protective custody cases. It’s too risky.”
Kylie’s pulse began to pound beneath her tank top.
“But I’m the witness. What about what I want?
You’re a former Army Ranger, for God’s sake, and you kept me safe when things were at their worst. Look”—she tossed her protein bar to the bed, crossing the room to the spot where Devon stood—“I don’t want to take risks either.
But if the DEA wants me safe, the best person…
no, the only person to put me with is you. ”
Kylie measured the silence that followed in heartbeats and breaths, and finally Devon pulled her close.
“Okay. Kellan and I will talk to Detective Moreno and her contact. We’ll see what we can work out. Your brother is going to kick my ass for this.” He dropped his lips to her forehead, his kiss soft. “But I want you safe, Kylie. I want you.”
Her response was cut off by the ring of Devon’s cell phone, and he unwound his arms to pull the thing from the pocket of his jeans. “Randolph.”
Kylie’s stomach pitched, and ugh, she should’ve eaten that stupid protein bar.
She listened carefully, although Devon’s end of the conversation was mostly a series of “affirmative”s and “negative”s.
He capped the conversation with the address and room number they were currently standing in, though, so everything must’ve been going according to plan.
“Well?” she asked the nanosecond Devon had lowered the phone.
“We’re good to go. Kellan and Moreno are on their way from the airport. ETA fifteen minutes.” He slid his phone back into his pocket, breaking into a small smile. “Guess you should start thinking about that spaghetti dinner, huh?”
She smiled back, feeling the warmth to her toes. “Only if it’s for two.”
They spent a few minutes gathering the handful of things they’d brought with them, tidying the room to erase all signs that they’d been there. Devon slipped into the bathroom, and Kylie tightened the laces on her boots in the very definition of ready to go.
She was headed for safety. Real safety. With Devon at her side.
A tap sounded off on the door, sending her pulse through the stratosphere. But the sound was followed by a deep, quiet voice saying, “DEA,” and Kylie’s breath whooshed out in relief.
“Oh, thank God,” she murmured, unchaining the door to pull it open. “We thought you’d—”
The rest of her sentence was swallowed by a rough hand over her mouth. Ripping pain exploded through her head, and the last thing Kylie saw before she slipped into blackness was Xavier Fagan’s cold, dead stare.