A Little Harmless Lie 4 (19 page)

Tears welled up again in her eyes. Dammit, she hated that. She couldn’t help it. He’d come for her. He had searched for her, found her and walked into what he thought was danger to save her. Her heart warmed at the thought.

She had known she cared for him, more than any man in her life. When she thought of her reasoning, that it was because he was her first, that she’d grown attached, she smiled. She knew now she was hip- deep in love with the man. He didn’t like attachments and he definitely had never said anything about loving her.
Tough
, she thought as she pulled her T- shirt over her head. She shimmied out of her shorts and went to join him in bed. The guy was just going to have to get used to having her around. When this was all cleared up, she would just refuse to give him up.

She snuggled against him, her body sighing with relief at his body heat surrounding her. She settled her head against his shoulder and closed her eyes.

It was only a few moments before she felt his hand slip down her body, his fingers dancing over her flesh.

“I thought you were asleep.”

“Kind of hard to do that with you thrashing about like a hoard of elephants.” His voice was gravelly, tired. She knew it wouldn’t take much for him to fall asleep so she tried to stay as still as possible. “Besides, not sure I could sleep knowing you would be beside me tonight.”

“I’m sorry I worried you.”

He kissed her forehead. “We’ll talk about it later. And we will, but I don’t think either of us is up to handling your punishment tonight.”

Even as tired as she was, her body tingled at the promise in his voice. He tugged her on top of him. She sighed when she felt his erection nestled against her sex. He slipped his hands up to cup her face. Brushing his thumbs over her cheeks, he pulled her down and kissed her. Here was the passion, the need she was used to. His tongue thrust into her mouth.

He pulled away, and rested his forehead against hers.

“Don’t ever run again.” Every word seemed to be pulled from some dark place inside of him. His voice vibrated with anger... and fear.

She could feel the last few days well up, spill over as tears. “I’m sorry. I heard Conner’s voice and I panicked. I didn’t really think.”

“I’m not asking you to think. Just to trust me.”

“I do.”

He shook his head. “In bed you do, I know that. But if you don’t trust me outside, then it cheapens what we do here.”

Her vision blurred.

“Oh, baby, don’t cry. Please. I didn’t mean to make you sad.”

“No. No, you didn’t. I am so sorry. It is just, I couldn’t help reacting. Before I could even think straight, Devon was there.”

She felt him swallow. “I don’t think I will ever get over walking into your house and finding it that way.”

She heard the pain there, the anger, but there was something else, something that touched her heart. Fear. He had been afraid for her. It was odd to be warmed by his fear. But to have a person care enough that they would worry about your safety, damn, it had been a long time. Besides her brother, she’d never had that from the opposite sex.

“I’m sorry.” She kissed his chin and then brushed her mouth over his. “I’m so sorry,” she repeated against his lips.

He rolled them in bed, his body hard with desire, with need for her, to join with her. She understood, knew exactly what he was feeling.

“Let me love you,” he said.

Chapter Fourteen

Micah kissed his way down her body, her smooth skin sweet beneath his lips. Now that he knew she was safe, he needed this. It was worse after hearing her tell her brother what had happened. He had a feeling that she hadn’t told another person outside of the FBI. The heart break in her voice had been easy to hear, and he had felt it as if he’d been knifed in the chest.

He had wanted to gather her up there, but he had known that brother and sister had needed their time together. His plan was to wait until morning. But she had been here, undressing, her body against his... he couldn’t resist.

He slipped between her legs and breathed in her scent. It was the most wonderful fragrance in the world. Unique. Seductive.
Dee
.

He spread her legs and cursed the fact the light was off. He wanted to see her, see that gorgeous pussy glistening with her need for him. She was beyond aroused. He could tell even before setting the flat of his tongue against her pussy lips. Lord almighty. He didn’t think there would ever be a time that he would be able not to have her.

He laved her cunt, groaning as her essence drifted over his taste buds.

“Micah.” She breathed his name, her need threading through her whispered plea.

She slipped her hands through his hair, molding her fingers to the back of his head. Always ready to please her, to do anything to make her happy, he pressed his tongue over her clit, nudging the hardened nub with the tip. He did it again and again, knowing that it wasn’t enough to make her come. As he continued his assault, he slid his thumb to her pussy, gathered her juices and then pressed it against her anus.

She moaned his name. Long. Loud. It was enough to make a man come just from the sound. He continued, and eased his finger into her anus, knowing how much she loved it, how hot she got when he did it.

He didn’t think he could wait, knew he couldn’t. He stopped long enough to don a condom and then joined her back on the bed. Needing the connection, to be inside of her, he rose to his knees, pulled her hips up and entered her with one hard thrust. She gasped then moaned as he started to move. He knew his control was slipping, and for once he didn’t care. He needed to feel her come, feel her go over the edge. He thrust into her, over and over, pushing both of them closer.

He felt his release coming upon him at the moment she fell over the edge. Her muscles contracted around his cock, tugging him deeper, pulling his own orgasm from him. He shouted her name as his orgasm burst through him and then let himself fall into oblivion.

Micah closed the bedroom door behind him as softly as possible. He didn’t want to wake Dee. The moment he’d pulled her against him, she had passed out. He could have stayed there, snuggled deep beneath the covers, if he would’ve been able to keep his hands off Dee. He knew she would never deny him. But she needed sleep. He required it too, but at the moment, too much stuff was still running around in his head. And he wanted to be sure that he talked to Devon without Dee around.

Micah hadn’t paid attention to the suite before, but now it hit him just how huge it was. Damn, it was probably bigger than the apartment he kept in Honolulu. The living area was sunken, with a bar to the right and a bank of windows that allowed for a wonderful view of the Vegas strip. He found her brother sitting there. Devon was looking out the windows. Micah took a second to study him. There was a lot of resemblance in his face. Although their coloring was different, they had the same stubborn chin.

“Are you going to stand there in the dark or join me for a drink?”

He smiled. “Most people can’t hear me.”

“I’m not most people.” Again, he didn’t turn around.

Micah took the chair opposite of him. “Who trained you?’

He glanced out of the corner of his eye, a look that he had seen from Dee. “What do you mean?”

“Please, don’t bullshit me. You’re trained. FBI. Military. Someone. Like I said, most people don’t hear me, unless they’re trained.”

He looked back out the window and took a long pull off his water bottle. “I was at a special training school for the CIA. I wasn’t at school in England when all this went down. They had me in training twelve hours a day. That’s why I didn’t hear about any of it.”

“With your family background, it’s amazing that you got in.”

He nodded. “They didn’t really care. I was considered a sort of wunderkind, and the CIA knew my father wanted nothing to do with me. Plus, they caught me hacking into their computer systems so they figured they should bring me to their side. I’m the best hacker they ever trained, or so they said.”

“So you were training, your sister almost gets killed, then what?”

“I came back for a visit... pretend school break.” He laughed, but there was no humor in it. “The family told me she was away. Just away. I knew better. And so did my superiors. They knew exactly what was going on.”

“And they didn’t tell you.”

He shook his head. “After I discovered what they had kept from me, I left school. I went in search of my sister. But by then she had been reported dead.”

“But you didn’t believe it.”

“No.”

“So you used the skills they had taught you to find her.”

“And create my identity.”

“Devon Striker. Creator of Strike Force One.”

He nodded, his lips curling. “Bastards let me hang out at school, shut off from the world for months, not telling me what had happened to Dee. I used what they taught me to create the game.”

Micah whistled. “They can’t be happy about that.”

“They can’t link me to Devon Striker. Never have. Never will. One of my jobs was helping our operatives disappear and then set up new identities. They were the ones who made sure that I could do it. When I faked my death, I’m sure there were some who thought I might not be dead, but they knew better than to look.”

“What? State secrets?”

When he looked at Micah, Devon looked much older than his twenty- seven years. “You have no idea.”

Micah decided to change the subject. “So do you think this is safe? I have my reservations about it since I found you so fast.”

Devon shrugged again. “Doesn’t matter. She’s about to disappear again.”

Anger and fear curled in Micah’s stomach. “Think again.”

“It’s the only option.” Her brother’s flat tone let Micah know he was serious. Knowing his background, the bastard would be able to make her disappear.

“Your father will be going to prison. One of the guys who participated in the killing is testifying.”

Devon shook his head. “No. He’s dead.”

Shock washed over Micah and then soured his stomach. Fucking FBI. “They still have a mole.”

“Yep. Our FBI isn’t doing their job. Whoever they have has been there for a while. Seems to know all the players, must have their hand in everything. I can’t figure it out. Everyone comes up squeaky clean, and that is even with my computer skills.”

“Either way, she’s not disappearing now. And we need to move. As early as possible. This can’t be safe.”

“She’s safe.”

Micah shook his head. “You can’t guarantee me that.”

“You think I would put my own sister at risk?”

“Why not? You left her with that family of yours. You had a chance to escape and you took it.”

He leaned his head back and sighed. It was odd, but the lonely sound reminded him of Dee’s sighs. “We didn’t know.”

“Tell that story to someone else. Your IQ is too high not to have picked up on something. You were recruited as a teenager by the CIA, but you had no idea that your father was in the mafia? You knew and you left her.”

Even in the dark, Micah could see the flash of anger in his eyes. “I didn’t know.”

“Bullshit.”

Devon sighed. “I meant I never knew he did those things. I knew he was laundering money. That was obvious. But I didn’t know he did things like he did to Sam.”

“You knew him?”

“Yeah. He had worked as an accountant for my father for years. We grew up with him.” He swallowed. “I knew Dad had a temper, but that had nothing to do with this. It was cold blooded, evil. I am sure my brother played the biggest part of it.”

“And you left her alone with them.”

“Fuck, I didn’t know my father would go after her, okay? I knew he was ruthless, knew he would do things to get ahead. But I didn’t think he would torture a man for hours, or that he would put a hit out on my sister.”

The anguish he heard in her brother’s voice told him that he had felt guilt for that all these years.

“What about this Dillon guy?” Micah asked.

“Clean. I thought he was stalking her because he wanted to finish the job, but after I got into some of his files— ”

“His files?”

Devon smiled. “I’m a top- rate hacker.”

“My tax dollars at work again?”

“Yep. Thanks for that by the way. But he was pulled off the case. That struck me as odd. It had been his case for years. He had a real hard- on for getting Dad behind bars. So I had to dig deeper. Apparently, the pervert had a thing for my sister.”

Everything inside Micah went cold. “She was seventeen.”

“And other than the hair and the leaner muscles, she looked like she does now.”

Micah sighed. “So you don’t think we should worry about him.”

“My worry is that he’ll lead our father’s people to her. He’s good, but he isn’t that good. And he is former FBI. If he needed help, he might go to them.”

“And that could tip off whoever’s been selling her out.”

Devon nodded. “Right. Why are you worried about him?”

“He’ll find us here.”

“No he won’t. I told you— ” A knock at the door interrupted Devon. He pulled out his gun and rose slowly from the chair. Micah followed him.

“You didn’t order room service I take it?”

Devon shook his head.

They got to the door. “Who is it?” Devon asked through the door.

“Open up. It’s Conner Dillon.”

“Fuck off.” Devon apparently wasn’t going to be friendly.

“I know Micah Ross is in there.”

Micah pushed Devon aside and looked out the peep hole. Dillon was with the black Irishman from the other night. Micah felt another person there, but he didn’t see him.

“Who’s with you?” he asked.

“My partner and my sister.”

He put his hand on the door and felt the cold metal of Devon’s gun against his neck. “You might want to think about that again.”

“You said yourself that he’s clean. He’s here. Not like we can go anywhere. And you can shoot him if he does anything you don’t like.”

Devon hesitated, then nodded and moved away, but he kept his gun out.

He opened the door and found Dillon frowning at him, the man with dreads looking down the hall, and the Amazon with long inky hair and big green eyes.