“They weren’t. Both were smart and cagey, and they spoke in euphemisms,” Aiden said. “They want us to ride motorcycles over to Seattle in the Pacific Ride a week from now and drop backpacks at designated spots they won’t give us until we start riding through town.”
“Pacific Ride?”
He nodded. “It’s just a motorcycle ride and gathering every year for different clubs. Kind of like Sturgis but a lot smaller, and everyone rides through town—just one street, so we don’t clog the whole place up. The final destination is over on the coast for a three-day-weekend and party.”
I shivered. “Did the men give any indication or even hint about who hired them or where the explosives are to be placed?”
“Nope. Just said that our business arrangement would net us a million dollars. Any time one of us tried to bring up the packages, they shut it down.” He decreased the volume of the TV when one of the contestants started freaking out about burned rye bread.
I flattened my hand on his chest. “That sounds suspicious.”
He kept his gaze on the television. “Maybe, maybe not. They might just be cautious, which makes sense. If they screw up, Barensky will end them. He has a solid reputation that way. Otherwise I’d take them in and question them until they gave up the information. Chances are, they don’t even know.”
My eyes grew heavy. With Aiden next to me, I felt safe and warm. Sleep drew me in quickly, even as he kept watching to see who won bread week.
I wokeup naked with Aiden scooted down on the bed and his mouth between my legs. Delicious sensations wandered through me, and I murmured his name. Aiden Devlin was good at many things in life, and he was spectacular at this. I crushed a pillow over my face with both hands to keep from screaming as the climax took me somewhere else. The waves crashed hard, and I was panting when he lifted the pillow off my face.
“You okay?” he rumbled, satisfaction glimmering in his unreal blue eyes. A lock of his dark hair fell across his brow.
“Gurg,” I said agreeably, feeling better than I had in days.
He rolled on top of me. “Good.” He took his time, but soon he was embedded all the way inside me, and I wanted to go again. I really liked that about him. “Do I have your attention now?” he asked.
“You’ve had it since I woke up,” I murmured.
“Good.” He brushed a wayward curl away from my cheekbone. “Listen to me. You’re safe and you’re going to remain safe. I’ll find who killed Sasha and left her on your porch. I’ve got you covered.” Even though we were in bed, his jaw was hard, and the street showed in his gaze. He’d survived a rough childhood in Ireland, an okay one in Idaho, the rigor of the Marines, and now deadly undercover ops as an ATF agent. His world was one of cunning survival and as far away from my safe haven as imaginable.
“I’m not scared.” I ran my hands down the dips and valleys of his arms. A good night’s sleep had put everything in perspective. The case against me had holes in it, and it was my job to widen those. “Don’t worry.”
He grasped my hands and set his over them, palm to palm, holding mine to the bed.
A whole body tremble attacked me.
His grin was more than a little wicked, and he kissed me, his lips firm and warm. I kissed him back, wrapping my legs around his hips. He thrust then and released my mouth. His breath hitched.
That small sound made me feel powerful. I ground my heels into his butt.
“Oh, you’re playing today, Angel,” he murmured, kissing me again while continuing to thrust inside me.
“I like to play.” For good measure, I tried to free my hands.
They remained neatly pinned to the bed. Heat flushed down me.
“Play all you want,” he said. “I’ll let you know when playtime is over.” His eyes glittered in a way that made me feel all feminine and still powerful. Yet caught in a delicious trap. The warning was sexy, but the man was incredible. Need poured off him along with a hunger I could barely tap, and I wanted him more than anything else in the world right now.
Satisfaction curved his lips as he drove inside me. Yet the intensity remained.
He slowed down and tortured me with short and lazy strokes. “It goes without saying that I need you to stick close to Kurt and stay out of trouble. Just until I lock this all down.” His eyes flickered with blue fire, showing the dark possessiveness in him I’d only glimpsed a couple of times. It was here in full flame right now. “Got it?”
“Yeah,” I whispered, my head digging into the pillow. Desire mixed with need inside me. “I’ll be safe.”
“For me,Aingeal. I need you safe.” He thrust in earnest now, going hard and deep. Electricity arced through me, and I curled my fingers through his, holding on for all I was worth. He rocked inside me, so hard and full. So Aiden.
I broke first, shattering and closing my eyes to ride out more waves. He powered even harder and pulsed inside me, dropping his face to my neck. His corded body slowly relaxed, and he kissed up my neck to my mouth.
“You okay?” He nibbled on my bottom lip.
“Think so,” I said, my body relaxing into the bed. My legs fell to the side, and I wiggled beneath him. “Are you coming to the family barbecue today?” I knew he couldn’t. Still, I had to ask.
