James printed out everything. The corporate structure. Draven’s military record. The photo. And handed her a folder.
“Draven is dangerous and connected.” Jame’s voice was flat. “You shouldn’t go after him alone.”
“I’m with Dominic Steel’s pack,” she said. “I won’t move unless he’s confident.”
“Call me if you need back up. I have resources.”
“Thank you,” she said. “For everything.”
“Be careful.” He shook her hand again. Then Reed’s. “Both of you.”
Chapter
Nineteen
Siren calledDominic from the road to give him an update on what had happened with James.
“I’m working on my contacts,” he said. “We need a path to bring this in. Ashcroft has friends in high places. The evidence has to be ironclad before we move. Stay mobile.”
The next several days blurred together as they drove east from Chicago, without a clear destination. Highways cut through cornfields. Small towns with the same gas stations, diners, water towers rising against the spring sky.
Indiana looked like Iowa looked like Nebraska. The Midwest stretched endlessly in every direction. Sometimes they camped in the van. Sometimes they stayed in cheap motels.
They studied the evidence when they stopped, looking for connections they might have missed. Siren’s desire for Reed only intensified in the monotony of directionless travel.
One night in a motel, she pushed him onto the bed the moment the door closed. He landed on his back, looking up at her with those sensitive, yielding eyes.
She ripped off his jeans and took him in her mouth, sucking him off hard and fast as she held his hands down on the bed. She swallowed when she made him come, his body shuddering beneath her.
She stripped off her panties from under her dress and climbed on top of him, her gun still strapped to her thigh.
She settled over his face, lifting her skirt. He groaned as he took her pussy in his mouth, gripping her ass as he sucked her clit.
He ate her eagerly, like her body was his last meal. Like it was all he’d ever wanted. Like he’d been put on earth to eat her pussy.
She came with her hands braced against the headboard, screaming his name. When she back down his body and looked at his face, his wet lips were curved into a grin.
The next night, they parked at the end of a dirt road, cornfields on both sides. When she told him to lie down, he didn’t ask questions.
He just unbuckled his seatbelt, climbed into the back, and lay on the bed they hadn’t bothered to put up that morning.
She straddled him. Gripped his hair while she fucked his brains out. Groaning with each violent release. The van rocked on the suspension. He exploded into the condom when she let him finish.
In another motel, she sat at the end of the bed and dropped her panties. He stood in front of her, waiting for her directions.
“On your knees,” she said, peeling down the top of her maxi dress.
He dropped without hesitation, looking up at her with big warm eyes. She leaned back and spread her legs, inviting him in.
“You want to taste me?” she teased. She knew he did. She knew he lived for it.
He crawled forward. Pressed his mouth to the inside of her thigh, kissing her skin. When he reached her pussy, he gasped, pressing his lips to her folds. He worshiped her with his tongue like she was something sacred.
She watched his gorgeous face eating her sex, her fingers in his hair. She applied pressure when she wanted more, tilted her hips to get the angle she wanted. He was so fucking good at eating pussy. “Use your fingers,” she whimpered, her body close to release.
Reed pushed his fingers inside her and instantly she came. Gasping and gushing, her body quivered on his fingers. “Oh my God. Reed! Fuck,” she groaned.
Each time he made her come like this it got better. She was becoming addicted to him. How he was so willing to give her exactly what she wanted. How he allowed her to mold him to her needs. “Reed.” Her voice was almost fragile with want as she laid back on the bed.
