Her tongue managed to whirl around him and sucked him deep.
Her mouth pulled on his cock. She moaned around him, and he found a soft place at the back of her throat. The orgasm shot from his balls outward. Cum poured from his cock into her mouth. He could feel her throat working around him as she swallowed everything he gave her.
He shook as she licked him clean. She groaned a little, and her face was tight with pleasure. Rafe’s cock popped out, and he could see that Cam was eating her pussy with great enthusiasm. Her whole body was flushed, and she ground her pelvis down. She was so beautiful as she took her pleasure.
Rafe got on his knees and kissed her. He could taste himself in her mouth, and he felt his cock start to twitch to life again.
When she came, he drank down her cries of pleasure.
The plane dipped slightly, turbulence making for a shaky flight, but he didn’t mind. The agent seated next to him had long since turned a faint shade of green, but it didn’t bother him a bit. He was meant for far greater things. He wouldn’t go down in a government-owned airplane.
It was late in the night, but luckily the higher-ups had decided this little errand couldn’t wait. It was a little while longer to Colorado, and then they still had a long drive ahead of them. He wouldn’t be able to see her until the morning. He couldn’t get off the plane and rush to her doorstep the way he wanted to.
He had to play it very carefully.
“Here are the portfolios I had made.” The unctuous little ass passed him one of the manila folders. “It has all the latest updates.” The Marquis de Sade smiled blandly as he took it. He had another name in this world, but secretly he preferred the one the press had given him. Oh, he preferred when they referred to him properly with his full name. That dumb bitch reporter had Americanized it by calling him “de Sade” as if it was simple slang. She obviously needed some remedial French to know she was calling him “of Sade.” He took a deep breath and forced himself to calm down. He couldn’t do anything about it. The name had stuck, but one day he would make the reporter pay.
Still, mangled or not, it had a ring of authenticity. In the old days, society knew how to take care of its dregs. Men of power made the decisions, and they were carried out in the most brutal way imaginable. Justice was swift, and no one apologized for it.
They certainly didn’t spend hours pulling together files and worrying and hoping that they had their shit together. The FBI was a joke.
But it did pay the bills.
He let his fingers drum across the small tabletop in front of him before opening the file. It was everything the team had been able to pull together on Laura Rosen’s new friends.
Laura. He could still see her laid out on his table. He could still see the intoxicating mix of fear and outrage in her eyes. She had been a lovely woman, elegant and perfect. She’d cared for herself in a way so few of his victims ever had. He’d culled from the lowest of society.
Laura had been a bit of caviar among the hamburger meat.
She’d fought him like the others hadn’t. There had never been a plea to come from her lips. She’d cursed him the entire time. Even when he’d forced a knife through her womb.
She’d taught him he could be something more, something grander than he was. She’d moved him in such an elemental way that he’d stopped his work for years, only taking it up again when he thought she was gone forever.
His little rabbit had taught him so much.
It was almost time to take a final lesson from her. It was almost time to break free.
One of the many suited agents stood up. “We’ll be landing in Alamosa in a bit. Some of the agents from the Denver office will meet us there. They’ve been fully briefed on what’s happened and are ready to back us up if we require it. They say this town she’s in is known for being a trouble spot.”
He’d read up a little on Bliss. It seemed they liked to think of themselves as true, pure Westerners. They tried to take care of their own.
They hadn’t met anyone like him.
His rabbit thought she’d found someplace safe to hide away. She was about to find out how wrong she was.
He answered a question someone posed to him, carefully keeping on his outward mask. No one here had ever seen his real face. They never would because they would never catch him. He was smarter than all of them combined. These sad men around him couldn’t conceive of his greatness.
Only one woman had ever come close. The one who got away.
Killing her was going to be bittersweet. There was a part of him that wanted to force her by his side. She was a woman worthy of him, but her adherence to morals kept them apart.
He would kill her. He wouldn’t underestimate her this time. He would take her, let her see his real face, and he would put her down.
She was really too lovely for the world, anyway.
And when she was gone, he could finally continue his work.
Maybe he would start in Bliss.
Chapter Nine
Laura thought seriously about climbing back into bed. Rafe and Cam looked so scrumptious lying together. She stared at them for a moment, enjoying the way the early morning sunlight caressed their naked flesh. Cam was lying on his stomach, his arm outstretched. It had been wrapped around her waist, but now it looked as though he was reaching for Rafe. Rafe’s dark hair fell over his angelic face. He looked years younger while he slept, as though all of the worries he normally carried fell away when he closed his eyes. She had the urge to kiss those gorgeous lips of his, but she knew where that would lead her—on her back, where she’d spent the majority of the night before.
Four rounds of nasty, athletic, sweaty sex had left her a little bit sore. A nice, hot shower had taken care of the sweat, but she was still moving just a bit slower than normal.
Laura glanced up at the clock. Damn it. She needed to hurry if she was going to make her shift. Just because she’d broken her five years of celibacy didn’t mean that the gas station was going to run itself. If she didn’t make it in, Bart would either have to call in someone else or work himself. He was almost seventy-two. He didn’t need to be on his feet like that, so this time, Laura got to be the one who walked out the morning after sex.
Cam shifted in his sleep, a little huff coming out of his mouth as his hand found Rafe’s stomach and wrapped around his waist. Rafe turned, but his hand slipped over Cam’s. She could have sworn he called Cam “bella” in that deep voice of his, and then they stilled again. She wished so much that she had a camera.
Laura slipped out of the bedroom, leaving the men to their much-needed rest. Coffee. She needed coffee. Damn, she could even smell it. She shut the door, careful to not make a sound and then nearly screamed when she turned and saw a man sitting at her table.
“Wolf,” she hissed the words out. “You nearly gave me a damn heart attack.”
Wolf took a long drink of coffee. “Sweetheart, you have no idea.
First, I suppose this means our fake engagement is truly off. I’m deeply wounded. I expected you to take at least a few days to mourn our lost love before you hopped into bed with actual, real human beings.”
His sarcasm was getting on her nerves this morning. She strode across the room, grabbed a mug, and poured herself a cup. She had to give it to Wolf. He knew how to make coffee. “I thought we worked this out last night.”
Had she really been thinking last night? She stared out her small kitchen window as she sipped her coffee. The Rio Grande was visible, the river shining like a jewel in the early morning light. The river was always in motion. Was that what she’d craved the night before? She’d been stagnant for a while. She loved the peace of her new life, but everyone else was moving forward. In the years she’d been in Bliss, she’d watched Max and Rye find their perfect woman, Callie had come out of her shell for Nate and Zane, and Stef had finally stopped hiding from his love. Even Holly seemed to be moving on. Only Laura felt like she was stuck.