CHAPTER FIFTY-SIX

Payton

I WAS WRITHING against Alex as his mouth licked, sucked, and generally made me crazy. My legs were over his shoulders and he held my hips still so I had limited movement, while he ate me. I was enjoying the process, but when he slid two fingers inside of me, I came so fast, I groaned in frustration. “Damn it, honey, I was enjoying that.”

He chuckled as he climbed over me. “I have never once heard a woman complain about fuckin’ comin’ until you, Payton.”

“Well, I happen to like your mouth on me and it’s always far too short.”

“Unless I’m takin’ too long and you want my cock,” he countered, and slid into me.

I arched my hips. “Well, yes. That’s true, but you should be able to read my mind by now.”

“Want me to stop and go back to what I was doin’?”

I grabbed his arms. “Don’t you dare.”

Alex surged into me as he covered my mouth with his. He braced himself with an arm on the mattress beside me and cupped my breast, rolling a nipple between his fingers. Before I could climax, he came, falling on top of me, his breath coming in pants. Within seconds, he pulled out of me and slid his fingers in, thumbing my clit while he finished me off. I drew my knees together and rocked against his hand, clenching around his fingers as I came.

I grinned and craned my neck to kiss him. “You’re forgiven.”

He wrapped an arm around me and pulled me close. “It won’t be for long.”

“You don’t actually know that, honey.”

“Your brother’s helping.”

“He is?”

Alex nodded. “I think it’s bigger than just Jenny wanting Lily.”

“Well, that changes things a bit.”

“Yeah, it does.”

I dropped my head against his shoulder and kissed his chest. “Can we at least look at a few houses? Together? I want our own space.”

“Give me a couple of days, yeah? Just need to see what Brock can find and then we’ll go from there.”

“Well, you better keep me and Lily occupied, then.”

He grinned and cupped my breast. “Promise.”

* * *

Hawk

Two days later, I left the safety of the Williams’ home, but only because Brock stationed a plain car on the street. I was meeting Brock and Dallas at the Portland FBI office and, after a little prodding, was able to get Payton to agree not to leave the house. She was getting antsy, as was Lily, but it couldn’t be helped.

I arrived and was ushered by Brock into a private office. Dallas shook my hand and they introduced me to Jaxon Quinn, another member of their close-knit team.

“We know who was at the store,” Brock started, and slipped a file toward me. “His name is Arseny Bekhterev and he’s the baby brother of Boris and Vasily, whom we busted in the human trafficking sting. The family has been lying low, but it would appear Arseny has been working quite quickly to build the family business up again.”

I glanced through the file. “So, how does Jenny fit into all of this?”

“Well, according to Jenny, who is currently in custody and going through withdrawals in a secure medical facility, he is her pimp.”

“Fuckin’ bitch got into prostitution?”

“Not on purpose. She met Arseny, fell in love, and he has been turning her out ever since he got her hooked on heroin. What we’ve discovered, however, is that she has done some very stupid things, including stealing dope, and they want payback.”

“Which means?” I pressed.

Brock grimaced. “Lily.”

My blood ran cold. “Are you saying she’s offering Lily up as payment?”

Dallas nodded.

“What the fuck!” I stood, slamming my chair back against the wall. “Take me to Jenny. I’m gonna kill the fuckin’ whore.”

“That’s not gonna happen, Hawk,” Brock said.

“I can’t believe she’d sell my…” I dragged my hands through my hair. “Fuck!”

“We’re on it, brother.” Brock waved to my chair. “But there’s more.”

“Fuck me,” I whispered and took my seat again.

“Ashley is your club president’s daughter, right?”

I nodded.

“Well, she got a little too close to Boris’s son, Vadim, and he felt humiliated when Ashley dumped him. Jenny said the family wants to bring down the club.”

“Shit.” I dragged my hands down my face. “Ash has been gettin’ death threats ever since she cut the guy loose, but he’s disappeared.”

“Well, yes and no,” Dallas said.

“What do you mean?”

“He has a few aliases,” Brock provided. “They all do.”

“Makes sense,” I said.

“You may want someone to watch her,” Brock said.

I nodded. “She’s already covered.”

“Good,” Brock said. “Let’s figure out what we can do in the meantime.”

Before we could delve into anything, a knock at the door brought a young agent, his face set with concern.

“Brock, Smith and Flores got an issue at the house.”

Brock and Dallas stood and left the room while Jaxon picked up the office phone. I grabbed my cell and dialed Payton, my heart in my throat.