When he abruptly released her breast, she nearly wept from the loss of his hand.
What was happening to her? Two days ago her sole concern had been getting as far away from West Colony as fast as possible. Now the only thing she wanted was to spread her legs and let Connor fuck her until she couldn’t remember her name.
“Do you want my cock, Hudson?” His voice was low and seductive.
She nodded again, mesmerized by the naked lust in his eyes.
He licked his lips. “Where?”
“W-what?”
“Where do you want me to put it?”
She bit back a moan. “Inside me.”
“You’ll have to be more specific, baby.”
He was taunting her now. With his eyes, and his words, and the lazy swipe of his hand over his stubble-covered jaw. She got the feeling this was another test, but damn it, she didn’t know what he wanted from her. He knew she wanted him. He fucking knew it, so why did she have to say it?
Hudson opened her mouth, only to get cut off by static from Connor’s radio.
Just like that, the heat in his gaze was extinguished like fire in the rain. “Yeah?” he barked into the radio, all business now.
Rylan’s voice rippled out. “I’m thinking our girl’s right about the guard situation. I’m only seeing one out here.”
Relief swept through her as Rylan confirmed the information she’d given them. Good. She was another step closer to earning their trust.
“Xan’s working on disabling the cameras, but he left one of his wireless gizmo gadgets in the Jeep. He needs to leave his post.”
“Tell him to come back here,” Connor answered. “I’ll cover his post. He can stay with Hudson.”
Disappointment tickled her stomach at the thought of Connor leaving her, but Hudson forced herself not to show it. Besides, it was better that he hadn’t ordered her to accompany him. She had no idea who might be working inside that storage station. If it was someone who could recognize her…
No. She was better off staying hidden.
Even after darkness fell, Connor continued to bide his time. He’d been on enough runs to learn that patience was key. It was the difference between getting a bullet to the head and walking out with your ass intact, and Connor was pretty fucking fond of his ass.
The Enforcer patrolling the perimeter wouldn’t be nearing the gate for another five minutes. They had to time it right if they wanted to hold on to the element of surprise.
Rylan stood next to Connor, a semiautomatic in his hand and a black wool hat covering his bright blond hair. “I’m surprised you left her with Xan.”
There was no need to ask who Rylan was referring to. “Why?” he asked with a frown.
“Because it’s not your style. When you’re hot for a woman, you don’t usually hand her over to another man.”
Connor shrugged.
“Not denying the hot for her part, huh?”
“What’s the sense in denying it? We both want her naked.”
“Hell yeah, we do. She’s sexy.”
Which was one of the few requirements Rylan had for his women. Sexy. Willing and eager. And if she liked a little rough play, all the better. Connor knew his friend well and had a lot of experience with what got Rylan off. But he knew himself, too, and he sure as shit wasn’t letting a pretty face play him for a fool.
“She’s lying to us.” He paused. “She’s from the city.”
Rylan stiffened. “You sure about that?”
“Not yet, but I will be.”
That earned him a low chuckle. “What do you have in mind?”
“I don’t know yet. Maybe a visit to Lennox’s. Maybe something else.” His jaw hardened. “We’re not bringing her back to camp until I know more.” And he knew he wouldn’t get the truth out of her by simply asking. She wouldn’t tell him a damn thing. Which meant he needed to make her show him.
Damn this woman. He couldn’t get a grasp on her, and that pissed him off. She wasn’t an outlaw – that was a given. She wasn’t an Enforcer; otherwise she would’ve been marked. That left one option.
She was a citizen.
But that didn’t feel right, either. It was easy to spot West City residents – all you had to do was look for sheep. Weak, mindless people living in a bubble of false security and blissful oblivion. Sure, there were a few who recognized that their existence was nothing more than a prettily wrapped prison, but they stayed inside it because they preferred the GC to the ravaged world beyond the city walls.
And then there were the ones who’d had enough. The ones like Kade, who couldn’t stomach another day behind those walls and orchestrated their own escape.
Citizens had one thing in common, though – they couldn’t fight for shit. Couldn’t defend themselves, couldn’t protect others. It had taken Connor months to whip Kade into shape.
Hudson knew how to take care of herself like an outlaw, yet she was sheltered like a citizen. She couldn’t even say the word pussy, for fuck’s sake. She’d blushed when he’d taunted her about sex. Outlaw women didn’t blush. If they wanted to get fucked, they said so. In explicit detail.