As he added another finger and began stroking so slowly she was certain he was trying to make her crazy, she bit his bottom lip.
He jerked against her, all his muscles pulling taut. So she did it again, nipping at him playfully. The sexy moans he made were worth everything.
Her inner walls tightened even more the faster he stroked and she knew it wouldn’t take her long. “Not your fingers,” she rasped out, glad he understood what she was trying to say. She wanted to come around him this time.
Leaning up, he looked down at her as he shifted position and poised his cock at her entrance. The way he watched her was as if he saw every thought inside her.
“Move.” The word wasn’t so much a demand as a plea.
Thankfully he thrust inside her, filling her completely and stealing her breath. As he started kissing her again, he cupped her face, his hold possessive. With his other hand he gently teased a nipple, rolling it with his thumb, slowly driving her crazy.
When she started rolling her hips, he met her stroke for stroke, the sensation of him filling her with pure bliss. All her inner muscles tightened harder and harder the faster he thrust inside her.
She ran her fingers over his back and chest even as he explored her body with his hands. Everywhere he touched her, her nerve endings flared to life. She wanted more, all of him.
Knowing he wanted to move to Redemption Harbor, to be near her…it was a lot to take. She should be freaked out. Instead, she loved the thought of being able to wake up with him, to do this every day.
When he started strumming her clit, that was all it took for her to find release. Her orgasm slammed into her hard and fast, overwhelming her as she arched up into him.
“Axel.” She dug her fingers into his back as he thrust again, finding his own release.
He growled out her name as he buried his face against her neck, coming inside her in hard strokes until they collapsed against the bed, both breathing erratically.
She never wanted to leave the room, and while she wasn’t remotely glad about the fact that someone wanted to kidnap her, she was grateful that this whole situation had brought Axel into her life.
Because she was pretty sure she wasn’t letting him go.
Chapter 19
—You always have a choice.—
As she watched through the two-way mirror, Skye couldn’t help but admire as her husband got ready to interrogate Steve Barclay, all-around douchebag.
She hated having to sit this one out, but she understood why she couldn’t be the one to question Barclay. Once they were done with him they were going to basically giftwrap him for the Feds, and if he ever decided to talk about being questioned by some random guy who kidnapped him, it was better that it was a masked man. And not a woman. The three guys had done rock-paper-scissors and Colt had won.
Probably better, too, considering the guy had been planning to kidnap Brooks’s sister. Even though the cowboy had wanted to take point, and he’d once been a stone-cold sniper, Barclay had still planned to kidnap his baby sister. Brooks had no business questioning the guy because he would likely lose his cool and Barclay would remember that later. They didn’t want anything linking back to them.
“I want to be in there,” Brooks growled.
Skye simply looked at him.
He lifted his shoulders. “I know it’s good that I’m not in there. I’m just making a statement.”
“So…I was thinking that instead of giving Barclay over to Hazel we should give him over to Agent Darius Moore. We can do it as an anonymous delivery.”
Gage and Brooks were silent for a long moment, and Gage was the first one to speak. “Are you going to let him know the gift is from us?”
She snorted. “No, but if we ever need to call in a favor or if he ever figures out we were the ones to kidnap him in Miami, maybe this will give us some goodwill.” They’d sort of kidnapped a DEA agent a few months ago. They’d only done it to save his life—and save Olivia and Savage’s cover during an op. They’d been masked at the time and Skye was pretty sure that if Agent Moore dug hard enough he could figure out who they were. But he’d gotten credit for a huge bust because of them. The kind that made careers. Still, she felt a little bad about what they’d done, so giving him a present like this would ease her conscience.
Brooks shrugged. “I don’t care who we give the guy to. But we do need to get Barclay out of my sight soon before I change my mind and kill him.”
Skye wasn’t sure if he was kidding or not so she simply nodded. Turning back to the two-way mirror, she adjusted the volume on the speakers so she could hear what was going on better.
She knew Colt didn’t like to torture. No, he preferred psychological warfare. If she had to guess how Colt was going to play this, he’d end up threatening with torture in a subtle way. Back when they’d been in the CIA together, she’d watched him work and he was a master.
Barclay was now zip-tied to a chair and hooked up to a high-tech lie detector that synced with Colt’s laptop.
“The machine doesn’t lie, dumbass. Do you know who hired you, yes or no?” Colt’s voice was deceptively casual.
“No. I already told you.” He struggled once against the bindings.
It was clear the guy was lying from the spike on screen.
Colt shrugged, and shut his laptop. Then he lifted the small duffel bag he’d kept on the floor next to the table between him and Barclay. Casual as fuck, he unzipped it and pulled out a small rolled bag that reminded her of a makeup bag Mary Grace owned. When Colt popped the button and unrolled it to reveal a plethora of torture devices, the man strapped to the other seat shifted slightly, pulling at his bindings.
“I don’t like torture,” Colt said casually. “It’ll get the job done, but you’ll be in a lot of pain by the time I’m through and I’ll have blood on my clothes. It’s annoying.”
The guy’s eyes widened slightly as he shifted again, not so subtly struggling now as the chair scraped against the flooring. They’d bought this place months ago for this very reason—because Skye liked to be prepared—but it wasn’t attached to their actual consulting building. On the outside, this place looked like a kept-up townhome, but they owned all of the attached townhomes as well. Under a bunch of shell corporations that would never trace back to the company. Because Gage was a genius.
“I don’t know why you’re bothering to protect the guy who hired you. Do you think he’d take torture for you? This is just a job, not top-secret bullshit. I seriously don’t get why you’re not talking right now.” Colt lifted a shiny pair of pliers and inspected them under the light.
The guy cleared his throat. “How do I know you won’t torture me after I tell you?”
Colt didn’t stop inspecting his instruments as he said, “You don’t. But I find torture to be a waste of time when you could simply tell me the truth. I don’t care about you, I just want to know who hired you. I was hired by someone else, simple as that. How do you feel about losing your toes first? Or should I start with your fingers? I’m in a good mood so I’m going to let you pick. Usually guys go with the pinky toe first.”
Skye snickered as the guy started panting, his breath becoming more and more labored. “Fine, I’ll tell you! I’ll tell you anything you want to know, man!”
Colt shifted the tools so that they were directly in front of the guy, right in his line of sight. Then he sat down and opened his laptop again. “For every lie you tell me, you lose a body part. If I ask if your favorite color is purple and you lie about it, there goes a toe. Nod if you understand.”
Still breathing erratically, the guy nodded. “Yes, I understand.”
“Good. Take a couple deep breaths, get yourself under control and I’ll start with some basic questions.”