Dangerous Protector (Federal Paranormal Unit) (9 page)

“She wasn’t going to give us any information on Luis. I just put some suggestive thoughts about parenting and taking care of her home before I retreated,” he said over the roar of the engine.

“I understand that, but she did an about face. I mean
, in front of my own damn eyes,” she gasped. “You are a lot more powerful than I thought.” She blinked and gave him one of those soft smiles that could drive him to his knees. “You helped those kids. I would have done the same.”

“It wasn’t a big deal
.” He slowly drove them away from the trailer park. Cynthia’s emotions overpowered the inside of the vehicle. She was grateful, happy, and if his animal and the beast were right, she was also highly turned-on.

“Stop the car,” she ordered on a quiet stretch of road.

Without hesitating, he put the SUV on park and turned to her. “What’s wrong?”

She unclipped her seatbelt and leaned forward, cupping his face in her small hands. “This is the reason you deserve to be in charge. You don’t need to use force to make things happen.”

Pleasure roared inside him. He tugged her closer, draping her on his lap. “The bureau doesn’t see it that way.”

She rubbed her lips lightly over his. “That’s because they’re stupid. And scared. You’re big. Sexy. Strong. Too much for them to handle.”

“You think I’m sexy, love?”

She placed butterfly kisses over his jaw, twirling her tongue over his bristly day’s old beard growth. “You’re fucking hot as hell.”

“Cyn,” he whispered, digging his hands into the mass of dark hair and holding her face still in his grasp. “Those are the kind of words that will get you fucked in this car.”

“Mmm,” she moaned. “I think I can live with that.”

Their lips brushed. Instant fire shot through his veins. She wiggled her ass on his lap, turning him instantly hard. Then she pushed her tongue into his mouth. Never tentative. Never scared. The way she rubbed it over his, sensually, drawing him into the erotic pull his beast wanted. Craved. Needed. He wanted his cock so far in her wet pussy, she’d be squeezing his hard-on with each of her contractions when she came.

She dug her nails into his shoulders, ran them down his arms and under his T-shirt. The bouquet of her arousal thickened at the same time her fingers traced his abs. Shudders pulsed down his spine, straight to his cock.

“James…” She moaned, rocking on his lap. “Fuck me. Here. Now. Do it.”

Fucking hell he wanted that too. It wasn’t the time though. He wanted her on a bed. Spread open and showing her body to him. Displayed for his pleasure. He wanted to eat her pussy, feel her body give with the force of her release. Then he wanted to push deep inside her and claim her all over again.

He pulled away from her. Hell did that hurt. Both his wolf and the beast wanted a taste of her. Now. Though he’d gladly let her body dictate his actions, now wasn’t the time. They had work to do. She would regret later that she let her desires stop them from searching for her cousin. Tonight would be soon enough.

“Cyn, love,” he groaned.

She nibbled on his jaw and raked her nails over his nipples. “Hmm?”

“We should try to figure out who we want to speak to next
.” He lifted her off his lap and deposited her in her seat again.

She blinked aroused eyes at him. “You’re right
.” She cleared her throat, ran a shaky hand through her hair, and adjusted in her seat. “Let’s go have lunch at that diner and decide what we should do next.”

* * *

Cyn stepped away to the ladies' room when his cell phone rang.

“Brock,” he growled out, unhappy with the caller.

“Where is Vega, and why isn’t she answering my calls?” Galvez spit out.

Brock tried to keep from breaking the phone into pieces in his hand. Not only did he hate that Galvez was trying to contact Cyn, even though she didn’t report to him, but the man had an attitude in need of
serious adjustment. Seemed like every time they had a conversation, Galvez knew just what to say to piss him off.

“If she’s not answering you, then she probably doesn’t want to speak to you. Why are you asking me?”

“Because,” Galvez bellowed, “I know there’s something going on between you two. I could tell the first time you saw each other.” Something slammed on the other side of the line. “I don’t like it. You keep your relationship professional, and we won’t have any problems.”

Brock squeezed the fork in his hand, bending the metal in half as if it were a mere piece of paper. “So now your job is to be
involved in our personal lives?”

“I don’t give a shit about
your
personal life,” Galvez sputtered out. “I care about hers.”

What the fuck? That was way too much interest from Galvez toward Cyn. His Cyn. “You’re not even her boss. What do you want with her?”

He wished Galvez was in front of him, so he could figure out why he was so interested Cyn. At that moment, jealousy put all sorts of thoughts in his head, and his animal growled inside, restless.

Galvez cursed.
“That’s not your business.”

Oh, yes it was his business. He’d find out why Galvez was so intent on
reaching Cyn.

“I need to speak to Vega!” He ordered.

“Then that’s
your
problem. It’s a long weekend. She’s probably not interested in dealing with you today.” He curled his hand on the booth table, until his fingers started to leave imprints on the metal.

Something broke on Galvez’s side of the line, the loud crack jabbing at Brock’s sensitive ear
. “Don’t fuck with me, Brock. If you speak to Vega, tell her I need her.”

Over his dead body. “Listen to me carefully, Galvez. I don’t know what your obsession is with Vega, but I’d be real careful if I were you. She’s not alone.”

“That’s right, she’s not.” Galvez threw back. “That’s something
you
should remember.”

The phone line went dead.
He was still trying to calm the surge of power dancing over his fingertips, to stop the growls that built in the back of his throat when Cyn returned from the restroom and met his gaze. Her eyes widened, and her face paled.

“Wh
at’s wrong? What happened?” Her head swung from side to side, glancing at the others in the diner before she rushed to sit across from him in the booth.

“Nothing, why?” He hated that his voice was deep and rough, a sure sign his animal wanted out.

“Nothing? Your eyes are red, James. You’re pissed as hell, and I don’t even need to look at you to know it. What’s wrong? Is it Roxy? Do you have news about her?” She bit her lip and squeezed his hands on the table, the heat from her touch instantly soothing his beast. “You can tell me. I won’t freak out.”

He hated that he’d made her so worried. She didn’t deserve to be upset over a missing family membe
r. He knew she had a good heart, a good soul. Yes, he’d thought about digging into her mind to know her reasons for leaving him. That wasn’t what he wanted. Her words would be what made the difference. Her expression when she told him her reasons. “No, love. It was just Galvez calling to ask about you.”

Her shoulders dropped.
She pushed the coffee cup to the side, cupping her cheek with her hand. “Oh, him,” she said coolly, eyes flashing a dark green he knew meant anger. “What the hell did he want?”

He growled, not liking the fact Galvez put Cyn in a bad mood. “To talk to you.”

“He’s a pain in my ass,” she growled. She sat up straight in her seat, frustration floating over her features. “Always trying to tell me what to do. He just called me like five minutes ago wanting to know if I was fine. I don’t need a babysitter. He’s constantly telling me not to get into any trouble. I’m not on his clock right now.” She lifted a hand to pinch the bridge of her nose. “What I really wish is that I wouldn’t have been so distant from Roxy. Maybe if she were having a problem she would have told me about it,” she muttered.

T
he remorse he heard in her voice all but tore him to pieces. Twinges of frustration poked at him. He wished they’d find her cousin soon. The longer they went without news, the more likely they wouldn’t find her alive. The more likely Cyn would be hurting from it. Back when they’d been together in college, she’d only spoken of her grandmother, never wanting to delve into family discussions. He always thought it was because she wasn’t close to them, or maybe because they didn’t get along. Now he wondered if there was more to it than that. She was clearly feeling a lot of guilt over not being in more communication with her aunt and cousin.

“Why weren’t you closer?” He
ventured into the topic of her family carefully, with his voice pitched to an almost bored level.

The waitress showed up to take their
dessert orders before she answered.

She glanced down at her hands and shrugged, her lips tipping downward. “I guess I never really thought about it.”

She lied. That fact alone hurt him more than if she would have slapped him. It meant she didn’t trust him enough to speak the truth. “If you don’t want to talk about it then don’t, but don’t lie to me.”

She blinked repeatedly, guilt flashing in the back of her now golden eyes.
“Okay, wrong choice of words.” She placed her hands over his again, the warmth of her palms soothing the beast inside him with that small touch. “It’s not that I didn’t think about it. It's that my family is very difficult to understand. They’ve always been…different. You see—”

A shadow fell over the table at that moment.
“Cynthia?”

Brock bit back a growl
at the intrusion. For the first time in a long time, Cyn had decided to open up and the realtor had just shut down that opening.

Cyn reeled back in her
seat and glanced to her left where Amy Kemp stood watching them with curiosity.

“Hi, Amy,” she greeted with a tight smile.

“I was just picking up some lunch to bring my husband when I saw you guys sitting here.” She grinned and noted Cyn’s hands over Brock’s, one brow rising with interest. “How’s the search for your cousin going?”

Cyn grimaced.
Not that it was any of Amy’s business, but the realtor hadn’t been rude to her. She’d been really helpful. Cyn couldn’t forget the fact Amy had been ready to fling herself at Brock when they’d arrived. She still seemed pretty willing to do that. “Not very far. Her boyfriend doesn’t know where she is. Her ex isn’t around. We’re not really sure who else to question.”

Brock cleared his throat
, his smile light and friendly.

Cyn
frowned. Brock met her gaze. His smile went wider, in turn, making him even more fuck-a-licious with his scruffy jaw and sinfully dark eyes.

“Maybe Mrs. Kemp can give us some ideas.”
He turned his smile on Amy.

Cyn bit back a growl, swallowed her frustration
, and glanced at Amy.

Amy folded her arms over her chest, pushing her breasts closer to the low-cut neckline of her silk
, white top and smiled at Brock. “Well, I think another person I’d question would be Carey Torrent.” She placed her hands on the table and leaned down toward Brock, her top sliding further down. “The Torrents are related to my husband. They’re one of the founding families of this town. You should see if Carey knows anything.”

“Thanks,” Cyn grumbled
, ready to slap the smile off Amy’s face. “We’ll give it a try. If you can think of anyone else who might be able to give us any advice, please feel free to call me.”

They were interrupted by a
waitress with a to-go bag for Amy. Cyn had never been so ready to hug a person and thank them for interrupting.

Amy took the bag, pausing to make a show of brushing a non-existent speck of dust from her neckline.
“I sure will.”

Cyn watched Amy wave at Brock and
whipped around to glare at him.

“Stop it,” he grinned, the golden glow of his eyes growing brighter.

“Stop what?” she scowled. “I wasn’t the one flirting with a married woman.”

She didn’t want it to, but his chuckle warmed her all the way to the core. Memories of the past where he’d laughed often drifted through her mind.

“I wasn’t flirting, love. It’s called being polite. Besides, it got us a new lead.”

“She was def
initely flirting,” she grumbled, jealousy something she’d never dealt with before. James had always been hers. Amy’s flirting had pressed on the insecurity. One she didn’t know how to deal with.

He chuckled. “Maybe, but I don’t really care. She’s not the woman
who makes me so hard I hurt.”

Oh-kay.
Her attention zoomed to the present, his words soft, but sure caught her off guard. “Um…”

He leaned forward, his eyes brighter
, and caressed the side of her face. “She’s not the one that belongs to me.”

“Brock…”

“And she’s definitely not the one I want to be buried in. Balls-deep.”

“Okay, okay. I get the picture
.” She cleared her throat and glanced around, worried others had heard, but nobody seemed to have noticed their x-rated conversation.

He licked his lips. “Do you?
”

She nodded, her eyes stuck on his mouth.

“Good, because tonight, I’m feasting on you. I won’t stop until your legs are shaking.”

Holy shit. Those were the kind of words he’d said before
, in the past. He always delivered. He’d fuck her boneless. When he spoke like that, she knew she’d soon find herself unable to stand for hours, her body quaking repeatedly in the aftermath of multiple orgasms. Heat swarmed her belly, curling into a ball at her core. Moisture gathered between her legs, turning her slick with need.

His eyes flashed from gold to black. “
Oh, and you know that sexy scent drifting from your pussy, telling me how much you want it?”

She
blinked, dry-mouthed.

“I want it all over me.”
His low rumble floated over her skin.

An instant image appeared in her mind
. Him. Between her legs. Licking at her. Flicking his tongue over her clit in the amazing zig-zag motion that made her come in under a minute.

His eyes pinned her
—movement was an impossibility. “I want your scent on my face.”

Christ.

“My lips.”

She whimpered.

“And then I want it on my cock when you come.”

A dish
suddenly slid in front of her. It was then she realized she was panting, her heart racing from just the visuals he gave her.

“Alrighty
folks, sorry for the wait. Here’s your dessert,” the waitress said, referring to her chocolate sundae and a piece of apple pie in front of him. “Let me know if you need anything else.”

A cold shower would be good. Or maybe a bed. A bed where he could fuck her brains out until the desperate urge she had every time she glanced at him stopped. That would work. Truth was, right at that moment
, all she could think of was dipping a finger into the whip cream of her sundae and rubbing it over his chest before licking it off. Hell. She was in such deep shit.

“Do you know what I would do?”

She gulped, shaking her head. “About?”

“You’re projecting again. I like the whip
ped cream idea. But if we’re going to go with licking things off each other, then I’d go with a dot of honey on your nipples,” he said, his voice low and rough. “Just enough to add to your sweetness.”

Her breaths quickened. “Honey?”

“That’s right, love. Only on your nipples. I wouldn’t try to change your body’s natural flavor when I taste you.” He glanced down at her lips and then at her eyes, pinning her with his drool-worthy stare. “I love your taste. It’s addicting. And so sexy I can spend my entire life with your legs wrapped around my neck.”

Fuck dessert. She would never think of honey in the same way again. Ever.

Her phone rang just as they were getting in the SUV after lunch. Much to her own self-disgust, her body was so attuned to Brock’s every move she couldn’t stop glancing at him. Or picturing the things he’d said he’d do later.
Shit, he better do them. If not, he’d have a very pissed off Cyn to deal with. He couldn’t just offer all kinds of orgasms and oral magic and not deliver. It wasn’t like she’d stop him either. There simply wasn’t enough will power in the world when it came to saying no to sex with him.

“Talk to me, Ramirez,” she
answered.

“Boss lady! I bet you missed me, didn’t ya?”
Ramirez’s voice held that humor that made her smile. “Don’t worry I won’t tell Brock. It’s cool. I got some news for you.”

Finally. She hopped into the SUV and sat down
, pushing the hair away from her face. “Hang on. Let me put you on speaker.”

A second later she hit the Bluetooth
connection with the SUV, and the sound of Ramirez’s typing surrounded them.

“Okay, shoot,” she ordered, watching Brock start
the engine.

“So, here goes. Your little town is made up of three power families and then everyone else. The
Torrents, which are like the people with the most money out there. The Landley’s come in second. And the Kemps are last.”

“Tell me about the
Landley’s. What do you have on them?”

“Theresa and Jonathan
Landley have one child. Josh. Jonathan is the town’s preacher. He’s got nothing on record so far. I’d have to go digging further, but I don’t think I’ll find anything else.”

“What about the
Torrents?” she asked, hand tight on the seat’s leather.

“Are any of the families connected somehow, Ramirez?” Brock asked,
his brow dipped in a fierce scowl, lips thinned to a straight line.

“As a matter of fact, they are. Seems to be the sheriff is cousins with the preacher
, and then it looks like Torrent is related to the Sheriff by marriage.” Ramirez clicked quickly on keys. “One more thing, boss lady. Seems all those families hired out your aunt to clean for them.”

“Really?” She knew Clara cleaned for a living
, but didn’t realize she cleaned for all of them. It was too early to tell if that meant anything.

“Yeah, and I made a few calls
. It seems your cousin used to take over her duties when she was busy at church.”

Cyn leaned back on the seat. “Can you email me all their addresses? I want to know where I can find these people.”

“Sure thing. Anything else you need, just holler.”

“Thanks, Ramirez. Do me a favor and keep this between us,” she added before she forgot. The last thing she needed was Galvez finding out she wasn’t even in town and
searching for a missing person they had no business looking into.

“Goes without saying. You’re part of the team,” he said, his voice no longer cheery but serious.

Brock shifted to her left. She flicked a quick glance at him. He watched her, eyes boring into her.

She cleared her throat.
“Thank you.”

“So the next time Galvez asks me where you are, got anything you want me to say?”

She didn’t break eye-contact with Brock, not that she could. “Yes, tell him I said to mind his own fucking business. It’s the weekend, and I don’t answer to him.”

Ramirez stopped typing. His laughter boomed through the speaker. “With pleasure.”

She disconnected the call and wanted to slam a hand on the dashboard. She should talk to Clara again. Something had to give. Roxy couldn’t just disappear off the face of the earth. Not in a town the size of a shoebox!

She yanked out the diary from inside her handbag. Leafing through the pages, she tried to make sense of what the initials and numbers meant. Until she got the email from Ramirez. She blinked when she realized some of the numbers in the diary were the house numbers for the
Torrent, Kemp, and Landleys.

“Holy shit!”

Brock stopped backing up and turned to her. “What?”

“These numbers
…” She waved the diary excitedly in front of his face, almost forgetting that he was in the driver side. “Some of these are addresses!”

He smiled. The little lift of his lip only made him that much sexier. “I knew you’d figure it out.
One of us would have.”

“Hah! And it only took a day. Okay, so you take me to talk to Clara
, and you go question Carey Torrent?”

He made a face
, displeasure clear in his features. “Are you sure? I don’t mind going with you to your aunt’s.”

She shook her head. “Strange aunt, remember?
Grandmother said Clara couldn’t handle people she didn’t know. With your size, you’d scare the shit out of her.”

He stared at her for a moment,
then gave a sharp nod. “Okay. I’ll give you a call if I notice anything we should follow up on.”

They arrived at her aunt’s quickly. The diner was within walking distance.
His scowl worried her. “You sure you’re okay going to speak to Carey alone?”

He
gripped the wheel and watched her jump down from her seat. “I’m good.”

“Great. I’ll see you later. Let me talk to Clara and see if she can tell me more about the people she cleaned for and why Roxy kept a diary with their addresses and initials.”

He glanced up at her aunt’s house. “If you need me, call. I’ll come for you.”

She watched him speed away
, dust swirling at the back of the SUV. Then she turned to her aunt’s house. Taking a breath, she knocked on the door and waited.