“Shhhh…” Her eyes flew open. His voice sounded right by her ear—but his tongue was still down at her clit, laving it and teasing her in the sweetest of tortures. She couldn’t see his face, only a shadowed white ceiling above her. “That’s my good girl. Now look at me.”
That voice… It was wrong. Ritchie didn’t sound like that. This voice was confident, strong, and had a natural gravel that made her lady parts sing with every syllable spoken.
Turning her head, she didn’t see anyone beside her. A sharp slap against her pussy had her jumping, crying out in pain and sweet, sweet pleasure.
“I said,look at me!”
Her eyes landed between her legs. Ghost knelt there. Not her fiancé, the man she loved and whom she was going to be marrying in— She didn’t know when. What day was it? No, it was Ghost. Taran. Her brother’s best friend and the man who had done nothing but glare at her since they met. Well, other than forcing her to eat what he called a real breakfast.
Realization hit as their eyes met, green to green.Ghostwas in bed with her,Ghostwas between her legs,Ghosthad been eating her pussy like it was his last meal,Ghoststripped her naked and handcuffed her to a bed that wasn’t hers.
His tattoos seemed bright in the low lighting, casting spots of light onto his ginger hair. He trailed a finger through the crease of her sex like he was collecting icing off a cake, causing herto jump and pull on the handcuffs. Popping that finger into his mouth, he sucked on the digit.
“Still want me to continue?”
Becks bolted upright in bed.Expecting to feel the restraints of the cuffs, she pulled too hard on her arms and found no resistance. Her balance already tentative at best, Becks flailed and toppled from the bed, pulling covers, blankets, and her lamp off the nightstand onto the floor with her. She hit the carpeting hard, the base of the lamp clocking her in the middle of her forehead. Thankfully the lamp was cheap plastic and did not break, and damn, she hoped it didn’t leave a mark.
“What the hell?!” came from the bed a second before the bedroom door burst open, flooding the room with the hallway light. “What’s going on!”
Groaning, Becks got herself up enough to see over the bed. Libby, dressed in panties and a tank, was lying on the mattress looking over at her, and Liam, in nothing but boxer shorts, stood in the open doorway. What was it with the people in this house not wearing clothing?
“Jesus, Becks, are you all right?” Liam hurried into the room and around her bed to help her.
“Fine, fine!” she insisted, more embarrassed than hurt. At least her brother was alone. Thank God! Though the lamp to the skull was starting to make her head throb. Liam got her to her feet after detangling her from the bedsheet and comforter. It was a good thing all the things she normally kept on her nightstand were already packed up in boxes, or they too would have likely ended up on the floor with her.
Libby also got off the bed to help. “What happened?”
The dream came flooding back to her, setting her body aflame for a whole different reason now. “Nothing. Just… I just rolled, I guess.”
She did not want to admit in front of her brother that she wasn’t used to sleeping with someone else in her bed. Libby knew how infrequently Ritchie’s and Becks’ schedules actually meshed where she was able to spend a decent amount of time with him. Sometimes, he got only a few hours free to come down for a meal. Intimacy was definitely something she was hoping would improve once they were married and living together.
“Shit,” Liam declared, looking her over. “You’re bleeding.”
Becks looked down at herself, not seeing anything obvious on her in the hallway light. Her shoulder hurt from where she’d landed now that the adrenaline of the situation was fading from her system. Libby hurried over to the doorway to flip on the overhead light, causing Becks to have to blink rapidly at the sudden brightness.
“Should I get Loretta?” Libby asked, still hovering in the doorway.
“Don’t bother,” the siblings said in unison, though it turned out for different reasons. “She can sleep through a hurricane,” Becks explained as Liam said, “It’s not bad. I can take care of her.”
Becks glared up at her brother. “She can take care of herself,” she reminded him. Out of pure stubbornness, Becks started to walk away. Her goal was the bathroom to see what it was that her brother saw, but the fucking blankets were still around her feet, and once again, Becks’ feet went flying out from under her.
Ghost rolledup onto the Fremont house. He was back later than intended, but fuck him, he couldn’t get that beautiful vixen haunting his every thought out of his head. The ride did nothing to calm him or clear his raging thoughts. He’d even debated on driving all the way back to Mount Grove, anything to escape the hell he’d found himself in.
When Ghost had walked into Becks’ bedroom to see her standing in front of the mirror in her wedding dress… Christ, he’d seen a lot in his life. He’d been to the Maldives, where the oceans were so clear you could see the white sand at the bottom; he’d been to the Valley of the Flowers in India, where mountains and endless fauna stretched on for miles; he’d been to Niagara Falls in Canada, Angel Falls in Venezuela, and Shiraito Falls in Japan. He’d even hiked the Fiordland National Park in New Zealand where theLord of the Ringsmovies had been filmed. And nothing, not even watching the Northern Lights in Finland could compare.
Ghost wasn’t a man of many words. He thought before he spoke or acted, liking to know the outcome before he ever made his move. He was not an impulsive person, which was one of the reasons he excelled in leadership. He watched, he observed, and he formulated a plan.
And right now he was trying everything in his power to keep from tossing Becks over his shoulder, throwing her onto the back of his hog, and riding off with her.
He just was having problems trying to figure out why that was a very,verybad idea. Kidnapping charges aside, there was the fact that she’d barely even spoken to him, and what she had said hadn’t been exactly pleasant. He didn’t give a damn about her fiancé or the guy’s feelings, but he did care about Becks’.
Which was the problem, because he and his stupid dick wereconvincedsomething had passed between them in her bedroom earlier.
Ghost couldn’t get the vision of her in that dress out of his head. He’d been to a handful of weddings in his time. He’d seen grooms fall over themselves at the sight of their woman in a white dress, and he hadn’t gotten it. It was just a dress, after all. Wasn’t like she’d changed her face or anything. What did the white dress matter?
Well, he got it now. His obsession with her was borderline insane prior to that dress. But now? Now it was full-blown insanity! He was actually contemplatingkidnappingthe woman! And if he was being honest with himself, the kidnapping charges weren’t what was holding him back: Ranger was.
Fucking hell, she was Ranger’ssister!Siblings were off limits. Or, they were supposed to be. Ranger didn’t even know Ghost was, what, having feelings for his sister? Fuck, Ghost didn’t even know what it was he was feeling. Obsession? Lust? An intense, insatiable need to bend her over every surface of her house and fuck her within an inch of their lives?
