Damn, she was trying to reassure him. Finally, he clasped the tracker and pulled it out. “It’s done.”
He dropped the tiny cylinder into the sink, and it clinked against the porcelain. Then he rammed his fist down on the tracker. It crunched.
Breathing heavily, Gemma sagged. “Thank you.”
He grabbed some gauze and dabbed her cut to wipe up the blood. Next, he pulled out antiseptic cream, medical glue, and a bandage from the first aid kit. He’d made the cut as small as he possibly could to keep the wound minimal. He cleaned it up, glued it shut, and carefully bandaged it.
Then he turned and hauled her into his arms, then dropped to his knees on the floor, rocking a little.
“I’m okay now.” She clung to him. “Thank you.”
He held her tightly.
Atlas added his weight, leaning into them.
Gemma gave a watery laugh. “You Hendrix men sure know how to take care of a girl.”
CHAPTER FIFTEEN
“Gemma, fuck, don’t stop.”
She lifted her hips, her hands planted on Boone’s chest. Then she rocked down, taking his cock deep inside her.
She moaned. She felt her orgasm building—big, a little scary, threatening to tear her apart.
“Get there, Gemma.”
“Boone.” As she moaned his name, her fingers flexed on his chest. She rocked her hips faster, barely able to breathe.
His big cock filled her so well. She reached down and touched where he was buried inside her. His hand joined hers, stroking, and he found her clit.
Her release hit hard, and she screamed.
“That’s it.” He thrust his hips up. “I need that. Your tight pussy, your orgasm.”
“They’re yours.” Her vision blurred.
Boone surged up and Gemma found herself flat on her back. His powerful thrusts rocked the bed as he powered inside her.
Then he grunted and lodged his cock to the root. She felt his big body shudder as he poured himself inside her.
Perfection.
He rolled them so he was on his back, and she was on top of him.
She snuggled in, riding out the bliss of her post-orgasm goodness. He stroked a hand down her back, and she heard him breathe deep. She realized he was smelling her hair and smiled.
Suddenly, the bedroom door clicked open and Atlas bounded in. The dog jumped on the bed.
Gemma gasped and pulled at the sheets. “We’re naked!”
“He’s a dog. He doesn’t care.”
“I care.” She wrapped the sheet around herself. Atlas flopped against her, and she couldn’t help but smile.
When she looked up, Boone was grinning at her.
God. She wanted to see him smile like that every day. She also wanted naked sexy times every day as well.
Her stomach knotted. Aside from the fact that she was being hunted, she also lived in LA. He lived in Vermont. Alone with his dog, because she realized that he needed that. The simplicity and serenity.
Her finger moved over her hip, touching the bandage Boone had placed over the cut when he’d cut the tracker out this morning. The tracker was gone, but she knew the mercenaries were still out there. Somewhere.
“Boone.” Shep’s voice echoed from the front of the cabin. Next came the rap of a heavy fist on the front door.
Boone leaped out of the bed. “Something’s wrong.” He yanked on his jeans. “Get dressed.” He snatched up a flannel shirt and stalked out of the bedroom.
One minute he’d been a relaxed, sexy man, the next, a focused soldier.
Gemma quickly dressed and hurried out. She found both Shep and Boone looking grim. “What’s happening?”
“We have company.” Shep jerked his head toward the front door. “Follow me. Grab your coats.”
Worry eating at her, Gemma snatched up her coat and slipped it on. Boone stopped her and cupped her jaw.
“Whatever happens, I’ll keep you safe.”
She knew he meant it. He was an honorable, protective man to the core. She realized just how much she trusted him. She trusted very few people to be there for her, no questions asked, one hundred percent.
She took his hand and followed him out. Shep led them over to the barn.
The building wasn’t exactly falling down, but it was old and worn. They went through the open door, and the inside was dark, dusty, and filled with cobwebs.
Shep led them past a rusted old truck and some other gear stacked around. She thought they might be bits of farm equipment, but she wasn’t sure. In the back room, he shoved an old table aside and pushed back some boxes.
There was a trapdoor set in the floor.
He opened it, then descended a short ladder.
“Atlas, jump,” Boone said.
The dog obeyed instantly.
Then Boone gestured for Gemma to go next.
Gripping the rungs, she carefully climbed down. The small space below was awash in blue light. She heard the clank of the trap door closing, then Boone followed her down.
She looked around and gasped.
There were six large computer screens on the wall. Shep sat in a chair in front of them.
All the screens showed video feed. Gemma squinted. Most of them displayed trees, and a few dirt roads.
On one, a dark truck was driving slowly down a road. On another, several black-clad figures moved stealthily through the trees.
“You’re a paranoid bastard,” Boone said.
“And it’s lucky that I am. We have four teams moving in from different locations. They tripped my sensors.”
“God.” She pressed a hand to her stomach.
“They must have gotten a hit off the tracker before I destroyed it,” Boone said.
Gemma made a sound. This was all her fault. Boone pulled her close, his strong arms tight around her.
“Can we leave?” she asked. “Just drive away?”
Shep shook his head. “There’s another team parked at the end of my driveway. We could go through the trees and hope to avoid the other teams who are converging.”
“But these guys are good,” Boone said.
Shep nodded.
“We need to hide Gemma, and make a stand.” Boone’s face sharpened. “End this, once and for all.”
Make a stand? “You’re going to fight them?”
Boone nodded.
Oh no. Her stomach dropped. “There are at least a dozen of them.”
“I’m in,” Shep said.
Boone swiveled her to look at him. “Gemma, you need to stay here. Whatever you hear, whatever happens, you can’t come out.”
Shep nodded. “Stay in here and stay quiet.”
“Wait.” Boone leaned forward. “Shep, zoom in on the truck.”
His friend tapped the keyboard. Then both men cursed.
“What?” she demanded.
Boone’s face looked the grimmest she’d ever seen. “They have RPGs.”
Her eyes widened. “Missiles?”
“They could raze all the buildings to the ground,” Shep said.
Her hand clenched on Boone’s arm. “Oh, my God.”
Boone squeezed the back of her neck. “We need to hide her somewhere safe.”
“I know a place.” Shep rose. “The mine.”
They moved through the trees quickly, heading up the hillside toward the old mine. Atlas kept pace with Shep, who was leading the way.
“Boone—”
“It’s going to be okay, Gemma.”