Unbridled and Untethered [The Double Rider Men's Club 10] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (12 page)

“You sound so incredibly sexy when you come.” He knew.

“Do I?” She sagged hard into his chest. “I wasn’t paying attention to any noise I made, but that felt incredibly good.”

“I’m so glad.” He kissed her quickly once more. She rested her head on his shoulder.

He lifted her limp body into his arms and carried her back to the large bed. Placing her on top of the covers, he murmured, “Rest here for a minute.” He kissed her forehead and moved to go.

“Stay with me.” She reached out and brushed his hand with her fingertips.

His eyes slid shut at first then opened. The lust in his gaze was unmistakable. He was trying to back away.

The glaring evidence of his passion bulged behind his zipper. She so wanted to please him. Emma Rae reached out and stroked his hard cock.

“Jesus,” he whispered. Hands fisting at his sides, Luke pressed his erection against her hand, and another rush of breath came from his lips. She thought he might leave, but he didn’t. Rigidly still beside the bed, he simply gazed down at her with desire heavy in his expression.

Emboldened by Luke’s seeming inability to step away, she decided to act. Pleasure still radiating from her center, Emma Rae truly wanted him to feel as amazing as she did. Without any assistance or interference from Luke, she unbuckled, unsnapped, and unzipped his jeans quickly.

Seconds later his warm, stiff cock rested in her fingers. He grunted but didn’t make a single move to stop her. Heady with power over his desire, she moved closer to the perimeter of the bed. She slipped her legs over the edge on either side of his thighs. Bracketed between her knees, he still didn’t move a muscle. He remained silent as she pushed his jeans off his hips and down his thighs. Without warning, she bent over and pushed her mouth around his substantial cock. He groaned, and his legs pressed hard against the side of the bed.

Not liking the position she was in, she pulled her mouth off his cock, slipped to her knees alongside the bed, and pulled his cock between her lips once more.

She licked and sucked until his cock was completely buried and pressing the back of her throat. He pulled his hips back slightly. His hands came down to rest on her shoulders as she sucked him deeply into her mouth again. Another wayward moan escaped. He soon pressed the back of her head one-handed as she slowly sucked his length in and out.

It didn’t take long for him to groan much louder. The sounds of his pleasure echoed around the room. Again the supreme satisfaction of having dominion over his desire deepened and emboldened her continued action. Emma Rae reached around his body and grabbed his ass. She wasn’t letting him go until he climaxed.

He seemed to come to this realization fairly quickly, if the sudden fast cock thrusts deeply into her mouth were any indication.

Having him fuck her mouth was so sexy, she creamed her panties and the tips of her breasts tingled.

“Can’t hold it,” he said between gritted teeth. He suddenly groaned.

A wash of sweet, salty fluid suddenly jetted down her throat. She swallowed twice and kept sucking. He bent sideways to put a hand on the bed and pulled his cock slowly from her mouth.

“Jesus,” he said again. “I don’t have words.”

“You don’t need any.” Emma Rae smiled to herself, fully satisfied in her efforts to please him as he’d pleased her. She stood, hugged his waist quickly, and resumed her place on his bed.

He sighed contentedly, and pulled his jeans together. Fastened again, he soon joined her on the surface.

Side by side in bed and still fully clothed, they simply stared at each other. He had a beautiful smile on his face. One hinting of question but also brimming with satisfaction. Perhaps he wanted to know what came next. Emma Rae wasn’t sure, but was too relaxed to press the issue. They could chat in the morning when her head was clear. He stroked a hand gingerly down her arm to rest on her hip.

Emma Rae didn’t mean to drift off and fall asleep but woke an undetermined time later to a shrill phone ringing in the night. She was faced away from Luke with him snuggled up behind her, his arm draped across her midsection. They both sat up in bed before the phone rang again. She spied the clock and noticed it was nearly five o’clock in the morning. Surprised she’d slept so long in a strange place, Emma Rae fairly launched off of the bed with Luke on her heels.

“Don’t go anywhere,” he said and lifted the phone off its base. She stood stock-still, with her gaze focused on Luke’s beautiful eyes. He reached out and gently grabbed her arm as he put the phone against his ear. She walked a couple steps to him and slung her arms around his middle. He encompassed her in a tight embrace before saying, “Hello,” into the phone.

Emma Rae pressed the side of her face against his chest and listened to his steady heartbeat.

“Yes, it is,” he said in an ominous tone. He crushed her even harder to his chest and added, “What’s wrong with him?”

Oh no. Zeke
.

Zeke pulled away from the dark clingy pit of a saturating nightmare where endless gunshots echoed around him and woke in a panic. Where was he? What had happened? What did he remember? Not much. He opened his eyes and took in his immediate surroundings. Dimmed lights. Strange bed. IV bottle. Hospital?

The rush of sudden memory prior to waking hit him so hard he closed his eyes to keep from fading back into unconsciousness. The bank. The robbery. The vault. The gunshots. Emma Rae!
Damn it. Where is she?
His eyes popped open again. He lifted his head and searched the small room. Windows to his left, a privacy curtain to his right, but no door in visual range.

He tried to sit up but found his limbs didn’t seem to have an iota of strength for the task. Near his left hand was wire attached to a call button. He grabbed it and pushed the button very hard and repeatedly.

After what seemed like an hour, a nurse appeared.

“Mr. Traynor. You’re awake.” She seemed surprised.
What the hell?
“You’ve been out for quite a while.”

“What happened to the woman I was with at the bank?” he asked with urgency lacing his tone. His mind raced with dark scenarios of what might have happened involving those final three shots he’d heard but did not see. Was Emma Rae hurt? Dead?
No please, not dead
.

Her brows furrowed. “Woman? I don’t know about anyone else.” She eyed him warily, as if she thought he was perhaps in a delusional state.

Already frustrated, Zeke forced himself to calm down, and tried a different tack. “I need to make a phone call,” he said clearly, succinctly, and as coolly as he could. He wanted to sound completely serene.

Nobody ever helps the crazy guy.

“Mr. Traynor. It’s the middle of the night. You don’t want to make a call this late, do you?” Her wizened eyes crinkled even more at the corners.

He glanced around to find a clock and didn’t see one. “What time is it?”

She glanced at her watch. “Nearly four thirty in the morning. Try to get some rest, Mr. Traynor. I’ll call your doctor so that he knows you’re up and coherent. If all your other tests come back as expected, I’m sure the doctor will consider transferring you out of ICU very soon.”

Zeke sensed she was about to desert him and go about whatever she’d been doing before.

“Listen. I need to contact my friend. He’ll already be awake, I promise.” Zeke knew Luke’s schedule better than anyone. His friend always woke like clockwork at four thirty in the morning. Zeke, meanwhile, always woke at about that time and then went back to sleep to wait for his alarm to go off. Maybe why his internal clock woke him so early this morning in the first place.

She shook her head with an
I know what’s best
expression shaping her face. “Let’s wait at least a couple more hours, then you can make your call. All right?”

“No. Bring me a phone now. I need to find out what happened to the woman I was with at the bank. Do you know if someone else was brought to the hospital from the robbery? If there was a woman hurt?”

“I’m sorry, I don’t know anything about what brought you here or the circumstances after you arrived.”

“Then please find me someone who does.”

She frowned and quietly marched out of the room without another word. He focused his gaze on the ceiling to calm his racing nerves.

Zeke was unsure if she would come back or if she was cooperating, even though he’d said please. Emma Rae’s frightened expression came into his mind. The final three gunshots he’d heard but not seen bothered him tremendously. He tried to get out of bed again, but his limbs just wouldn’t cooperate. He wanted to start throwing things at the walls and windows to get someone else to fetch a phone for him or, at a minimum, tell him what he wanted to know. But he didn’t. He took several more deep breaths in and out of his lungs to calm down.

Nobody ever helps the crazy guy.

The nurse returned a few minutes later with someone else. The balding man was tall, skinny, and wearing a white coat. A stethoscope hung around his neck. “Mr. Traynor, I’m Dr. Stevin. How are you feeling?” He grabbed a clipboard from the end of the bed and started flipping through papers held at the top of the pages.

“I feel fine. I’d really like to know what happened to the woman I was with at the bank.”

The doctor nodded but didn’t look in his direction. “Understandable.” He made a notation to the chart. “However, I don’t know the answer to your question.”

“Understandable,” Zeke countered. “Please let me make a phone call, and I’ll be able to find out the information for myself.”

The doctor looked up with a bland smile and nodded. “Give me the number and I’ll make your call for you.”

Zeke recited their home number from memory. The doctor wrote it down. “Who am I calling, and what do you wish to know?”

“Ask for Luke Benton, and please find out if he knows about a woman named Emma Rae Madison and what happened to her after the bank robbery. If he doesn’t know, ask him to please contact Clay and find out.”

“Very good. I’ll do that in a few minutes. First, we need to check to see how you’re doing.”

Dr. Stevin, with help from the nurse, then went through a few procedural medical questions, asking him about his pain level, his memory of recent events, his knowledge of current events, and many other frustratingly boring things he didn’t care about before departing the room. Zeke did elicit a final promise from the reluctant doctor to make the phone call he requested.

The first rays of light were peeking around the edges of the blinds in the window when the doctor finally came back. However, it was a different doctor. Short, burly, and sporting a shaved head, the new doctor wore scrubs. He strode into the room and asked, “How are you feeling?”

Zeke wanted to scream to the heavens until the man spoke without waiting for a response to his initial query. “You have a visitor,” he said quickly. “I’m not really supposed to let anyone in this early, but you’ll be moving in a few minutes to a semiprivate room upstairs, so I can bend the rules a bit until you get transferred.” He winked.

“Thank you.”

“No problem.”

The man who entered his room was someone Zeke had never seen before.

“Hi, Mr. Traynor. My name is Detective Rollins. I’m here to get your statement of events of yesterday at the bank. Do you feel up to talking to me?”

“Sure. But first, do you know what happened to the woman who was in the vault with me?”

The detective sobered immediately. “Did she shoot you, Mr. Traynor?”

“No! What the hell? One of the men robbing the bank shot me. She was trying to protect me.”

“Was she?” He looked so obviously distrustful, Zeke’s guard went up. This man wasn’t Emma Rae’s friend. What did they think she’d done?

“Did she get shot?” Zeke asked. “Please. I just want to know if she’s safe.”

“She’s fine as near as I know. She didn’t get shot because she was the one holding the gun after all was said and done. After questioning her, we had to let her go.”

“Of course you did. Because she didn’t do anything wrong. She’s a victim.”

“Can you identify the gunman who allegedly shot you?”

“No. He wore a ski mask.”

“Did you notice any distinguishing marks on him? Scars? Tattoos?

“No. After he shot me in the chest, I went down quickly. My last memory is of hearing three more gunshots in the room. I was afraid Emma Rae got shot.”

“She
allegedly
fired those shots at the third robber. The one who ended up getting away.” His sarcastic tone when saying the word “allegedly” spoke volumes to Zeke.

He looked back at the detective, wary of giving him any further information. “Why do you think Emma Rae had something to do with this tragedy? She didn’t.”

He shrugged at first then leaned closer as if about to impart a confidence. “She was arrested for shooting a man a few years back and went to trial over it. Now another man is shot, so we have to ask the obvious questions. You understand.”

Zeke clamped down on his surprise. Even if she’d shot a man earlier in her life, he didn’t understand why she was being vilified over a bank robbery she had no part in. The detective was obviously looking for his reaction for the shock value. He refused to contribute to the drama the man sought.