Hawk moans, and it’s the sexiest thing I’ve ever heard, because I caused him to make that sound. He bends his head and sucks on my nipples, but his pace doesn’t slow. It increases, as does the delicious heat spreading through my middle. My heart is racing so fast, and I breathe in quick sips of air.
“Fuck, Calla.”
He speaks through a clenched jaw, but I get the meaning all the same. He’s lost, as am I.
Without warning, he pulls out of me.
“Come here, turn around.”
He sits me up and faces me away from him. He’s so strong, his arms powerhouses, that he easily moves me about. He spreads my thighs on either side of his and pushes into me from behind. It’s so much fuller, and I swear the tip of his cock touches my uterus. He sweeps my hair over one shoulder and licks along my neck.
“I want to taste you all over, Calla. I can’t get enough.”
I don’t reply, because he chooses that moment to rub my clit, and seconds later, I fall into my second orgasm. I swear I see stars, flashing white spots behind my closed lids. I cry out, overwhelmed by the flood of sensations, alien before today, but now I crave for more.
Hawk grunts, mutters a string of curse words, and then stills. His hands clasp my hips, holding me steady, and shortly afterward, he lifts me off him as if I weigh nothing and lays me on the mattress. Lying behind me, he wraps a huge arm around my waist and tucks me tight to his body.
“Thank you, Calla.”
“For what?”
“For being mine.”
Chapter Eight
Hawk
The next few weeks are the best of my life. Calla is everything I dreamed of and more. But I know the time is coming when I’ll have to return to Denver. After I first brought Calla here, I contacted Viper and made up an excuse about a family issue and needing to take time off. He’s stayed off my back, but I know it won’t be long before he’s demanding I get back in the game. In all the years I’ve worked for The Elite, I’ve never been off the grid for anywhere near this length of time, and the last thing I want is him getting suspicious. But at the same time, I don’t want to leave the sanctuary of my cabin out here in the middle of nowhere. It’s not that I don’t trust Calla—I do—but I’m also aware it’ll be harder to hide her back in Denver.
And then it comes to me. I’ll ask for a transfer to one of the other regions. Maybe even abroad. I can track anywhere. It doesn’t have to be here.
With my mind made up, I plan to leave the following morning. I’ll drive into town, grab enough provisions to last Calla for a few days, and then head back to Denver and put in my request to Viper. The only reason he has for refusing my request is one of pure selfishness. Replacing a tracker as good as I am won’t be easy, but Viper isn’t a vindictive man. If I play on personal issues, he won’t pry, and he’ll likely capitulate to my demands.
I peer around the door to my bedroom—Calla hasn’t left since that first night I fucked her—to find she’s still fast asleep in my bed. I gently kiss her temple and have to curb the urge to climb in beside her. I leave a note on the kitchen table, informing her I’ll be back soon, and leave the cabin. Last night it snowed heavily, and my boots crunch on the fresh powder. I open the garage and back my truck out, then head down the mountain and into town.
Armed with bags full of groceries, I load them into my truck and set off for home. Fresh snow begins to fall, and visibility is severely reduced. It takes me twice as long to drive back, but when I round the last bend in the road and my eyes fall on the enormous gunmetal-gray four-by-four SUV parked in front of my house, I let out a stream of curses.
God-fucking-dammit.
I know that car.
It’s Viper’s.
How the fuck has he found me here?
There’s only one way to get the answer so I park next to him and sprint toward the house. Bursting through the door, I seek out Calla, relief swarming through me as I see her sitting in her favorite chair by the fire, feet curled beneath her, nursing a steaming cup of coffee. She looks relaxed and unconcerned, and it occurs to me that she doesn’t recognize the man sitting across from her.
Viper smiles genially, but there’s a hardness in his gaze that gives me pause for thought. I have to play this very carefully. I have a trump card, but if I can avoid playing it, I’d prefer to. If it comes to it, though, I won’t hesitate.
“Viper,” I say. “What a surprise. I didn’t know you were coming.”
“Thought I’d just drop by.”
He rises to his feet and extends his hand. I shake it.
“This lovely lady has been taking wonderful care of me while you’ve been gone.”
Calla beams. I shoot her a smile, not wanting her to pick up on my tense body language. There isn’t anywhere private in the cabin for Viper and me to talk, and so I cock my head at him and invite him to go for a walk. Calla doesn’t question the sense of going outside in the middle of a snowstorm, but the appearance of a frown lets me know what she thinks of the idea.
I close the door behind us, shutting out the brisk wind, and set off down the track. Viper follows. I’m taking a risk by walking ahead of him. He might stick a knife in my back or put a bullet in my brain, but I don’t
