Dylan (Bowen Boys) (14 page)

She moved from beneath him and stood up.
He was sure she was going to bolt, but she looked around the woods and took off
her shorts and panties as she moved to the nearest tree. When she was leaned
over it, her hands braced against it, she turned to look at him.

“Like this?” She spread her legs wider
and looked again. “Or do you prefer this? Come here, Dylan, and show me what
you have for me.”

He reached into the basket and stood up.
He knew she could see what he had in his hand, and he knew she was excited. He
began pulling off his clothes as he moved behind her.

“I’ve wanted to use this on you since I
ordered it.” Her breathing increased and her scent drove him wild. “Do you have
any idea how lovely you look like this? So wet and ready for me?”

Dylan moved the dildo into her sheath
slowly. She was so wet it slid in without any problems. He watched her as he
danced it in and out of her. When he turned it on, she cried out and moved back
against it with each of his strokes.

“I want to drink from you while I play
with you. Turn around and back against the tree.” He left her standing there so
that he could get his shirt and put it on the bark behind her. “I don’t want
you hurt.”

“I’m hurting now. Please, I want you
to…please, Dylan.” He asked her what she wanted him to do. “I want you to make
me come by eating me. Then I want to suck on your cock until you come down my
throat.”

“I like that plan.” He dropped down in
front of her and moved the dildo back and forth, not touching her clit. “You’re
going to come for me, and when you do, I’m going to drink all you offer me.”

She nodded, and he moved his mouth to
her clit and licked the nubbin. When her knees started to tremble, he held her
steady with his hands. Putting the dildo aside for a moment, he spread her open
for him and took her with his tongue.

Her juices soaked his chin and dripped
down to his chest. He lapped at her over and over as he slid his finger…first
one, then a second…into her. She was crying out his name. Now uninhibited, she
screamed loudly and often. When she came, he slid a finger into her tight bud
and felt her contract around him again. He stood up when her body was still
convulsing.

“Suck me.” She nodded, dropped down in
front of him, wrapped her mouth around him. “Christ.”

She was hot, and her tongue moved along
him like he was an all-day sucker. Even as he tried to slow her down, he fucked
her mouth. Her hands cupped his balls gently, and he felt them tighten. He was
so close to coming that when she slid soaking fingers up his ass and pressed
deep inside of him, he wrapped his hands in her hair and fucked her hard as he
came, crying out her name. She licked him from tip to root while he tried to
catch his breath. Finally, he had to beg her to stop.

Dropping to his knees, then pulling her
down over him, he held her. Pulling out pieces of bark from her hair, he thought
of the danger she was in and pulled her tighter.

“Dylan? Can I tell you something without
you freaking out?” He chuckled, and she sat up and looked down at him. “I’m
serious.”

“Yes. And for the record, I have never
freaked out. I am known in my family as the laid-back one.” He pulled her back
over him. “Tell me. I’m right here for you.”

“I love you.” He didn’t move, afraid
that he’d heard her wrong. When she looked at him again, he felt himself tumble
into her eyes. She loved him. Rolling her to her back, he stood up and went to
the basket. He came back with the small blue box that he’d gotten for her
yesterday.

“I was going to make soft and romantic
love to you out here and then feed you berries and wine. I had this whole thing
planned out where you would be so overwhelmed that you’d say yes without
thinking what a dork I am.” He took the ring out of the box and held it out so
it glistened in the sun. “I love you, too, Jack. I want to spend the rest of my
life showing you just how much. Will you marry me?”

“I’m naked.” He nodded and winked. “You
should know that if this part of your proposal and my acceptance gets in the
story when you’re ever asked to tell someone how you proposed, I’m going to
castrate you.”

“Duly noted. Will you say yes so I can
make love to you again?” She shook her head, and his heart thudded. “You won’t
say yes?”

“Oh no, I’m saying yes to that, but I
want food before you make love to me. I told you, I’m starved.” He slipped the
diamond on her finger and kissed her gently. “Let’s eat. I’m hungry for you
again.”

~~~

Jack entered the house and looked at the
ring on her finger again. When she’d asked him how he could have gotten her
something so huge, he’d told her that he’d done well in the market and had
bought up a few properties cheap. He told her that he worked because he loved
to, not because he had to. She didn’t ask him anything else. Khan was sitting
in the kitchen when she entered.

“Don’t you have a home?” He stood up
slowly, and she knew something was wrong. “What is it? What’s happened? Are the
babies and Monica all right?”

“They’re fine. Everyone is…sit down,
Jack.” She shook her head. “I’d rather you sat, because when I tell you this, I
don’t want to have to dodge bullets as I run for my life.”

She took the gun from the back of her
pants and laid it on the table where he was. Then she reached down to her ankle,
took the small one out from there, and put it with the other one. He looked at
her after staring at the guns.

“That’s all the guns I have on me. You
want my knives, you’re going to have to take them from me.” She crossed her
arms over her chest. “Spill it or I will you.”

Dylan came in then and stood beside her.
He knew, she realized, and turned to him. He didn’t look any happier than Khan
did. Before she could reach for the gun and shoot one of them, Khan spoke.

“Casey Snow’s body was found about an
hour ago. They said she’d been murdered and—fuck.” She didn’t mean to fall
forward, but all the blood had rushed from her head and her legs gave out. She
ended up sitting, after all, this time with her head between her legs.

“I have to see her body.” Neither man
answered her, nor would they let her sit up. “It might not be her. I have to—”

“It’s her. They identified her with her
dental records. Her body was burned, and she—”

“Who?” Jack demanded. Khan looked at
Dylan, then at her. “Who was the dentist? I’m sure if you tell me a certain
name that it’s not her. Tell me, damn it.”

“Carl Wilkins.” She put her head back
between her legs and took several deep breaths before she sat up and looked at
them.

“She’s in trouble. I have to go to her.”
She stood up, picked up her guns, and started putting them back on her body. “We
had it set up that she would go to the morgue and claim a body. Then she’d have
it taken to a funeral home where this guy I know works. He’s one of my
informants. He’s fixed things for me before when I had to get someone safe.”

“Where is she?” She turned to Dylan,
knowing that he would try and go with her. She couldn’t let him. She was
shaking her head as she answered him.

“She’s here. She never left. Better to
hide in plain sight than out in unfamiliar territory. But you can’t go with me.
She’ll spook and run.”

“Deal with it. I’m going. If you don’t
take me, I’ll follow you. Either way, I’m there.” She looked at Khan, hoping
for him to say he’d make his brother stay.

“I’m going, too. We’ll go as cats. No
one will ever see us.” She shook her head again, and Khan grabbed her. “You
aren’t leaving this house alone.”

She sat down and tried to think. She
knew that if she left there they’d get killed trying to find her. If she took
them, they’d get killed if it was a trap. She looked at them both. It was going
to have to be both their ways.

“Can you leap from a moving truck as a
cat?” Both nodded. “I know the old saying about cats landing on their feet, but
you can’t bullshit me. Can you do it?”

“Yes. We can do it. We’ve done it before.
Where are we headed?” She looked at Dylan and smiled. He grinned back.

“To hell and back.” She sat them both
down and told them what had to happen. Then she let that sink in while she
fixed herself a sandwich. She had no idea why she was eating so much lately,
but she’d not gained a single pound, either. She was eating it when they looked
ready for the rest.

“When I tell you to jump, you’ll have to
do it then. There is no margin for error, nor can you hesitate. The place you
have to go is between a rock and a fast-moving river. Either one will take you
away if you don’t do this right.”

“There’s some terrain there that had some
large timber on it. Is that still out there, or do you know if it’s been sold
off? It would make good cover for us when we come in behind you.” She shook her
head at Dylan’s question.

“The timber is still there. I won’t sell
it off. But there is a house back there. A log cabin that I built when I first
got into college. My name isn’t on the paper work, but it’s still mine.” Dylan
sat down.

“You outbid me,” Dylan said. She looked
at him, confused. “You remember, Khan, a few years ago when the property came
up for auction? I told you that I was going to get it and you made fun of me
for weeks when I didn’t. Christ, I wanted that place.”

“Well, if anything happens to me, it’s
yours.” She regretted it as soon as she said it. “I’m sorry. I was trying for a
joke and failed. Casey had all she would need for years. I had a well dug and
hit a gas pocket. It took some wiggling, but I was able to get a lifetime of free
gas from it without a name. It’s under a corporation, labeled a vacation home.”

“And that’s where she is?” Khan asked. She
nodded. “Then when do we go in and get her?”

She looked around the room. She didn’t
want to do this. No one but Casey had ever been there before, and she knew that
it wasn’t up to Dylan’s standards. She had built it all on her own, even
cutting the timber by herself. It had been the hardest and most fulfilling work
of her life, and it had only taken her five years.

“Tonight. We’ll leave here at eight.
Make sure that you’re ready. It’s important that we get there before midnight.
The alarms are set then.”

Chapter Eleven

Khan was getting sick. He’d never been a
good rider, and being tossed around in the bed of Dylan’s truck wasn’t helping.
He lay down and glared at his brother. He was sitting there as if he didn’t
have a care in the world.

“I don’t. She said yes, and I’m as happy
as I could ever be. And tomorrow we’re going to the courthouse to get married.”
Dylan moved closer
to him in an apparent attempt to help him be steady.
“We should be coming up
on the area she was talking about, I think. She said to tell you that she will
be stopping in a few minutes. She has something to tell you.”

“If this has been a joke I’m going to
murder her.”
Dylan laughed. The truck pulled over deep in the woods, and she opened the
door. The light didn’t come on, for which Khan was happy. He didn’t want to
have to let her see how ill he really was. She came around to the back of the
bed.

“Dylan said that you’d be able to speak
to me if I pledged to you.” Khan nodded, suddenly happy she’d done this now. “I
want you to know that if this means that you’re going to be calling me at all
hours of the night for my pancake recipe, then I will revoke it.”

Khan moved toward her and licked her
face. She smacked him away and looked at Dylan, who had sat down. She looked
back at him and into his eyes.

“I pledge to you.” The connection was immediate
and he licked her again, but pulled back when Dylan growled. This woman had
saved his wife and children, and would forever hold a special place in his
heart.

“Okay. If there’s nothing else like a
blood oath or anything, we’ll get going. The pass you have to jump at is in
less than a half mile. Please make sure you do it precisely when I say to go.”
Both nodded, and she went back to the truck. When she touched his mind, he
wasn’t even surprised by her request.

“You have to keep him safe for me. Please,
Khan. He’s everything to me, like your wife and children are to you.”
He told her he
would.
“And you, too. Monica will kick my ass if I don’t bring you back
safely.”

“She’ll kick both our asses, but you
don’t have to worry about us. We’re going to be safe, all of us.”
He looked at
Dylan as he spoke to them both
. “We’ve named our children. Would you like to
know what their names are?”

Jack groaned, and Dylan laughed.
“Our
daughter is Abigail Corrine Bowen, and our son is Khan Jack Bowen. I wouldn’t
have either of them without the two of you coming together.”

“Sap,”
Jack said, but
he could feel her pride, too.
“You have less than the count of fifteen. Jump
when I say
one
.”

When she got to five, they both stood
up. At three they tensed to leap, and when she said one, they were gone. Khan
had never been so terrified in his life when he landed and rolled. The river
was not more than a few feet from them, and the rock wall she’d been talking
about was less than that. Christ, she wasn’t kidding about the timing.