Rush - Blue Devils MC Book 2 (Book 1 Included FREE for a short time only!) (14 page)

“The good news is, this means that they’re alive. Or at least they were when they shucked their shoes. There’s no reason to strip shoes off dead little girls; that pile only makes sense if the
Chupas
are trying to keep them alive.

“The bad news is,” he took a deep breath, “that Miguel said that he heard one of the
Chupas
talking about how sexy the little girls were. I think they’re planning on forcing the girls into being sex slaves and selling them off here in the U.S. That’s the only thing that makes sense.”

Blue didn’t say anything for a long time, and Rush wondered if she’d fallen asleep. He bent his head to try to peek at her face when she said, “Yeah. I figured as much. I thought about it, and nothing else was logical. Santa Maria’s is a private school so most of the students are better off than your average Mexican family, but none of them are rich, certainly not by American standards. There’s no reason to kidnap them and try to ransom them back to their families, especially for students like Isabel who have no families. They could be sold as maids for American families, but I just can’t see that being profitable enough for the
Chupas
to take this kind of risk. It had to be sex.”

He realized when she finished that the slurring was gone. Apparently this news had sobered her up, at least a little.

“I’m really sorry, Blue,” he said, his voice breaking. “I wish I knew what to do. There are no other leads. They have to be laying low - this kidnapping is all over the news. There’s no way the
Chupas
would risk taking the girls anywhere public. They’re going to go into hiding until they can get the girls sold off. They could be hiding them anywhere. They could be in New Mexico now for all we know.” His frustration bubbled up inside of him. What the fuck was he going to do? How was he going to fix this?

Blue turned in his arms and reached up to stroke his face. “You’re working so hard for me. I don’t know what I would have done if you hadn’t come into that hospital room that day. I can’t believe how hard you’re working to save my students, all because of me.” Guilt tore through him at her words and his eyes flicked away from her gaze. She guided his face back towards her and then leaned up and kissed him.

He froze.

She’s drunk. I shouldn’t take advantage of her.

But it’s
Blue!
It’s not like you two just met last week. She knows who you are, and she made the choice to kiss you.

But does she
really
know who I am? She doesn’t know what I’ve done since high school. She doesn’t know what the Blue Devils have become.

And then she flicked her tongue against his lips, begging to be let in and with a groan that he couldn’t contain, he did. Maybe a better person than him would’ve been able to say no. Maybe a better person than him would’ve pulled away.

But Rush couldn’t. Not when it was Blue.

His Blue.

His hands moved up her soft skin of her belly, pushing her t-shirt out of the way, then around to her back where he unsnapped her bra. She groaned into his mouth and that was all the encouragement he needed. Desire tore through him as he plundered her mouth, seeking the warm, wet corners.

His hands moved around to her front and up to her breasts…oh
God
, when he closed his hands over them, he worried for a moment that he’d embarrass himself and come in his jeans. It was heaven to be in her arms again.

He tore his mouth away from hers and laid her back on the couch, too impatient to go to the bedroom. He pulled her shirt and shorts off, and she lifted her hips, helping him shimmy them down her gorgeous legs.

Oh God, her
legs
. He started down at her sexy ankles and nibbled his way up her strong, muscular legs, so long and perfect. Some guys were boob men, some guys were ass men. He was a leg man, through and through. And Blue’s legs were perfect - round and soft and inviting hips that morphed into muscular, well-defined calves that spoke of her love for the outdoors. These were legs that could climb mountains, bike trails, walk up hills…

And then he got to the junction of her thighs and she began to moan louder with pleasure. “Oh Rush, oh yes, oh please, oh Rush, oohhhhhhh…” She arched off the couch, her screams echoing in the tall ceilings as he continued to ride her clit with his tongue and she had her hands wrapped up in his hair, pulling him up against her, telling him without words exactly what she wanted from him.

Finally, slowly, gently, she came back to earth, her back relaxing, and she opened up her eyes, staring up at him blearily. “Oh my,” she said happily. “We should’ve done that a lot time ago.” Rush smiled down at her but inside, he was hesitating. He didn’t want to push himself on Blue, but he also had…considerable matters of his own to take care of. If she was too drunk or too tired to continue, he’d just have to put her to bed and then take care of his own needs.

He shifted back, sitting up, when she surprised him and pulled him down to her open mouth. “You can’t get away so easily,” she murmured into his mouth. “I think you need some fun too.” She latched onto his mouth again but this time, she slid her hand down his body, down his stomach, down to his crotch. He hissed, sucking in a breath at how un-fucking-believable her hand felt, pressed against his cock. She fumbled with the button of his jeans and he finally pulled away from her long enough to undo his jeans and shuck them onto the carpet, his boxers with them.

His cock stood hard and proud, more than ready to slide into Blue’s warm, wet center.

More than ready to go home.

Blue leaned back, opening her arms and thighs wide. “Come ‘ere,” she said, slurring a little again.

It was an invitation that a saint couldn’t resist.

And Rush never claimed to be a saint.

As he slid into her pussy, he groaned, biting back the overwhelming urge to just let it go, to cum, because it felt So. Fucking. Good. But he couldn’t totally make an ass out of himself and cum so quickly, like a teenage boy would, so he bit back the urge and began moving slowly inside of her, her warmth squeezing him and he began to rock faster because he couldn’t control it anymore and he had to fuck her and he had to cummmmmm…

He exploded, his back arching, the yell tearing from his throat as wave after wave of cum poured out of him and the orgasm overwhelmed him and he couldn’t breathe and he couldn’t see and all he knew was that he loved her.

Oh, fucking God above, he loved her.

And he’d never really stopped loving her.

And he didn’t know what he was going to do. Because if she knew him,
really
knew him, she would never love him back.

Chapter Fourteen

Hannah Blue

Hannah opened her eyes slowly and found Rush, face turned towards her, asleep. As she stared at him, blond stubble on his chin, long gorgeous eyelashes splayed out, she realized the truth: She was falling in love with him all over again.

Despite her intelligent pronouncements yesterday to Ella about how she shouldn’t fall in love with Rush, goddammit, her heart must not have been paying attention. Last night, making love to Rush…it was just like high school.

Fuck, it was
better
than high school. In her more adult moments, she’d always told herself that she’d romanticized what had happened between them in that one special year together. She’d always thought that she was simply remembering it as this wonderful, amazing time together because she’d been innocent. Naïve. Just a girl.

But last night…last night proved that it could be even
more
wonderful. Even
more
amazing. The magic was there between her and Rush. It was undeniable, and apparently not even 13 years could kill it.

No doubt she was being stupid. The problems between them were just as real now as they were all those years ago. But at least she was
happily
stupid. For once, she wasn’t going to contemplate the future. She wasn’t going to let it worry her. She was just going to
be
.

And she was going to let that be enough.

She reached out and gently stroked his jaw.
He’s so goddamn handsome. Does he have any idea how handsome he is? If I were this handsome, I’d probably spend all day just staring in the mirror, drinking it all in. Just like I’m doing now
…

Because it was hard for her to tear her eyes away from him. He was mesmerizing, not only because of his good looks but because her mind was constantly seeking out the changes in him. How had he aged? Tiny wrinkles around the eyes. More prominent cheekbones.

And sure as hell more muscle. He was never going to be a brick like Lain - he was too tall to pack on that much muscle without the help of steroids - but she loved his lanky, athletic body. She loved the way his muscles rippled under his skin.

She slowly stroked her way down his chest, letting her fingers explore him, reacquaint themselves with his bod—

“Good morning,” Rush said quietly.

“Oh!” Hannah yelped, her eyes darting back up to his. He grinned at her and she blushed. Somehow, she’d convinced herself that she could explore and he would sleep, like a docile subject in a lab.

Mmmmm…sex lab…I could tie him down to a table and then see how much stimulation he could take before coming all over me. I could even blindfold him and then—

“How are you feeling this morning?” Rush asked, interrupting her wandering thoughts. Delicious thoughts. He reached out and stroked her temple, brushing her hair away from her face. “I don’t know how advisable it is to get shit-ass drunk with a head injury,” he said, worried.

“Well, I can say that last night was a hell of a lot of fun, and I actually don’t feel too bad this morning,” she said, surprised to find that was true. “I should feel worse than this, truly I should, but I’m not going to complain.” He ran his fingers past her mouth and she turned her head to nip at his fingertips as they passed.

His dark blue eyes darkened with desire, and she grinned sexily at him. “More fun than the drinking, though,” she breathed, “was the fucking. Even as drunk as I was, I remember that part in great detail.” He smiled back at her, his eyes full of a promise she couldn’t wait for him to deliver on.

“Well, I think that we ought to recreate the memory, just in case you forgot part of it. I’d hate for you to have forgotten something important.” He ran his hand down her arm and over her hip, cupping her ass cheek in his hand.

“That would be awful,” she agreed. She sucked in her breath as he slid his hand over her hip and down to her pussy.

They made slow, fuck-amazing love that promised to spoil Hannah forever on sex with any other man. Because surely, truly, there was no way that another man could make her feel like this. No other man ever had.

As she flipped him over onto his back and straddled his stomach, staring down at him, she grinned. “I was daydreaming about having you in a science lab, which sounds weird, I know, but the part,” she slid her hand behind her, finding his cock, hard and ready and warm, “that I really liked in that daydream was where you had on a blindfold, and I had you,” she slid her hand down and around his balls, gently rolling them around her palm, “totally under my control.”

His breath was shuddering then, and his eyes took on this unfocused look of pure lust. “I—I…” he fought for control… “I’ll have to find a blindfold then,” he finally got out.

“Yes, that’d be nice.” And she slid back and impaled herself on his cock and rode him, her strong thigh muscles allowing her to take him on an endless ride of passion and fucking and—

She arched her back and cried out, and he joined her and the orgasm rolled over them as one, as she snuggled down against his chest, panting together, hearts beating hard.

Finally, she propped her chin up on her fingers and looked at him, smiling so wide her cheeks hurt. “Good morning,” she whispered, and he grinned back.

“Yeah, I’d say so.” They laughed and finally, Turbo, who’d been asleep through it all, came up alongside the bed, wagging his tail and licking Hannah up her arm.

“Turbo wants to know why no one has wished him a good morning yet,” Rush said, laughing.

“Poor Turbo,” Hannah said, laughing, and petted him. Turbo whined with happiness and sat down, cuddled up against the bed, eyes closed, blissfully content to be there and be loved.

Hannah knew just how he felt.

“So since we don’t have any leads in the
Chupa
case,” Rush said quietly, “I was thinking we could do some hiking today. You spent the day inside yesterday, so I figured you’d want a day outdoors.”

“Oh, that’d be great!” Hannah said excitedly. “I’d love to work off some of that alcohol I downed yesterday. Ella can drink a person under the table.”

Rush muttered something about, “or over the coffee table,” and Hannah smacked him on the chest. “I’m going to pretend I didn’t hear that,” she said, and then rolled off him and headed to the bathroom, leaving Rush on the bed to admire her naked ass as she moved. She knew he was - she could feel his eyes on her everywhere she went - but she didn’t mind. She began ruffling through the bag of clothes her dad had brought over the day before as she and Ella had been working their way through the first bottle of wine - thank God it wasn’t during the second bottle of wine - when she accidentally-on-purpose dropped a pair of undies to the floor and slowly bent over to pick them up, making sure to aim her ass right at Rush. At his sudden intake of breath, she smiled to herself.

There was nothing quite as fun as teasing the hell out of Rush, she decided.

After they showered - separately, much to Hannah’s disappointment - and Rush had braided her hair and put on a new bandage, they got ready to walk out the door. Rush grabbed a hiking backpack of his, complete with a water bladder and plenty of room for food, and filled up the water bladder. Hannah pulled on her old tennis shoes and a baseball cap to keep the sun out of her eyes, and then they were off. They left Turbo behind, whining pathetically, and headed to the garage.

“We’re going to be gone most of the day,” Rush called out to the Blue Devils on duty. “Why don’t two of you take the day off and leave just one here to make sure we don’t have a sneak attack from the
Chupas
? It doesn’t make much sense to have three guys guarding an empty house. I’ll text you when we’re heading back.”

The three men began good-naturedly arguing about who should have the day off, and Hannah closed her eyes and tucked her head against Rush’s back as they pulled out of the driveway. He’d left his cut behind, saying that it was difficult to climb in the mountains with it on, so Hannah was snuggling directly against him, only a thin t-shirt between her cheek and his back. It was amazing to feel the play of his muscles under her cheekbone. She wrapped her arms a little tighter around him and smiled.

It was going to be a wonderful day.