“What the hell are you doing here?” he finally bit out, dragging her away from her admiration of his male form as he checked the rearview mirror to be certain that the local police weren’t turning back. “Were you looking to get raped, Faith?”
He flashed her a brooding look. He looked sulky and sexy all at once. A prime male, irritated and put out, and just a little aroused. Or a lot aroused if the bulge she had glimpsed in those jeans earlier meant anything.
“Looking for you.” She leaned back in the seat, crossing her arms over her br**sts as he maneuvered through the narrow back streets of the small town. “What the hell are you doing here? You know I’ve been looking for you for over two months now? Every time I was certain I had found you, you were gone again. And no, Jacob, I wasn’t looking to get gang raped, as you should well know.”
He shot her a hooded look. Faith decided she didn’t care much for that look. The way his eyes glittered from beneath his lowered lashes affected her too much. For a moment, she remembered the Labs, the lust, white hot and violent as the pleasure tore through her body.
She took a deep breath. The mark at her neck, the wound that never healed, throbbed at the remembrance. There was a corresponding pulse in her vagina, and the smooth slide of slick readiness. She didn’t need this. She had fought to forget him for six years. To forget the memory of his touch, the hunger and lust that rose like an inferno as his c**k pushed deep inside her anal entrance. The memory of the sheer dominance of the act, the incredible sensuality of it, left her shaking in reaction.
“Are you f**king Hawke?” His voice was a rough rumble as he asked the question.
Shock and surprise flared in her at the abrupt question. She felt more than a little insulted at the rough accusation she heard in his voice.
“What business is that of yours?” she bit out. “You have no rights over me, Jacob. Even Wolfe doesn’t ask me anything that personal.”
“Wolfe hasn’t f**ked you, so it’s no business of his,” he bit out. “All I want is an answer.”
“Why? And it’s not like you’ve actually f**ked me either, Jacob,” she reminded him as she wondered if the act they had shared so long ago had actually constituted sex.
“So I know if I need to kill him or not.”
Faith blinked, not entirely certain that she had heard him right. Not certain if the throb of violence and arousal in his voice was real or a figment of her imagination. Not that she imagined things often, but surely she couldn’t have heard him right.
“Kill him?” she asked for clarification. “For what exactly?”
She watched his hands tighten on the steering wheel, then glanced up to see the muscles at his jaw bunching in anger.
“For f**king you.” That was definitely a cold edge of violence in his voice, she decided.
Faith shook her head in amazement.
“You gonna break my vibrators too?” she asked him with false innocence.
Silence filled the vehicle. Arousal, hot and pulsing, wrapped around her. Hers and his. She could feel the heat radiating from him now.
“Do you have a vibrator?” His voice lowered, thickened. Faith narrowed her eyes, watching him carefully.
“Several,” she assured him mockingly. “Tucked away nice and safe at home. So let’s conclude our business so I can return to them, or I might be forced to f**k Hawke. You know how it is, Jacob, a woman needs her fix.”
His lips thinned. Faith turned away from him. She didn’t want to look at his lips, didn’t want to remember the feel of them. But the flesh between her thighs remembered. Clearly. It pulsed and throbbed and the slide of her moisture already had her panties damp. Damn, she wished she hadn’t lost her backpack the week before in that frigging hell hole Hawke had dragged her into the last time. Some stupid broad was likely enjoying her little BOB right now. Life just wasn’t fair.
“You didn’t answer me,” he reminded her.
“I resent the question.” Faith shrugged, fighting for nonchalance. “Rephrase it.”
His growl was dark and deep. A primitive, savage sound. He was Alpha, and the demand for an answer had just been voiced.
“No, I’m not f**king Hawke,” she bit out, resentful that he would make a command. “But it’s still none of your business, Jacob.”
He shot her a hooded look, his pale eyes glittering with na**d lust. Faith felt her body responding with a surge of moisture that pulsed from her cunt, and a hard ache in her ni**les. He had never looked at her like that before. Like he was hungry, starved for her, and didn’t care if she saw.
Then just as quickly the look was gone. His gaze became shuttered, considering.
“Everything okay with Wolfe and Hope then?” he finally asked her broodingly, turning his eyes back to the road.
“They f**k and they fight, then they f**k some more, from what I hear.” She shrugged her shoulders negligently. “I haven’t seen either of them since the day he killed Bainesmith. Thanks for sticking around to help clean up the mess, by the way.”
He slanted her another of those hot looks that went straight to her loins. The ache between her thighs was a warning, a prelude to the hot lusts that occasionally tortured her body. Rather than deal with the sickening displays of male lust she had encountered so far though, she used the cold comfort of her vibrators. She was going to buy stock in Duracell soon.
Silence filled the vehicle as he navigated the narrow alleys and rough roadways until he turned on a rough path that led into the jungle surrounding the town.
“Where are we going?” she finally asked him impatiently. “I need to get back home as soon as I give you the papers Wolfe sent. I do have a life, as I keep reminding our renowned leader.”
“We’re going to a house I’ve borrowed. I’ll read Wolfe’s papers then.” His voice was dark, deep and sexy. Surrounded by the jungle, the sultry heat and the wild sounds of the night, Faith felt an uncomfortable mix of lust and primitive needs. Needs she knew she no longer had the strength to fight.
Within minutes, they pulled into a small clearing, surrounded by a high stone fence. Flipping open the dash he pulled out a remote, flipped a switch and the heavy iron gates swung open.
“Nice little place,” she mocked him as he drove into the circle stone driveway and pulled up to a two-story hacienda complete with a wraparound balcony.