Me: Negative. Closing in now.
Him: Let me know when you have her locked down.
I don’t reply.
This SUV needs to be turned around. Only my dick is pointing in her direction like a compass needle. Her little pink honeypot is true north and I’m locked and loaded. Driving my ass straight to the brink of destruction.
McKenna is frothing to get his one and only heir under control. Good fucking luck. Eagle McKenna isn’t the kind of girl—woman—you just shove into a corner and forget about.
She’s got dreams, and if I have anything to do with it, she’ll get to live those, free of her father.
Which is why I’m seventy-three miles off the main road in BFE Idaho. Sent to retrieve the bane of my existence like some kind of Labrador retriever. Son of a bitch could have sent anyone.
But no. He sends me. The tatted-up, pierced, felon who lives hard and fucks harder.
With a ragged moan, I drag my open hand over my mouth. McKenna knows I don’t ever fail at a mission. I clean up his world. Make people fall into line. Do it with a shark’s smile, and a clean, blank conscience. Roughing up bad men doesn’t affect me in the fucking least.
But this…I’m affected. Afflicted. Addicted, and I haven’t even tasted the goods.
Unless I can get this monster under control, I’ll be filling his college-age daughter’s tight little pussy with cum so deep she’ll never stop leaking my seed.
This time my phone rings. Goddamn. Micro-managing asshole. “What, McKenna?” I never talk to him like this, but my dick is choking my patience right now.
“Kane, I want you to teach her a lesson.”
No.
But the palm of my dominant hand starts throbbing, ready, willing and able to spank Eagle’s grade-A ass cheeks. “What do you mean?” I ask, my tone strangled.
“Shut her down, Kane. Get her back here so fast her head spins and make her regret taking off like some teenage brat. Treat her like you treat everyone else you deal with for me. Show her that monster you hide behind your soulless eyes.”
His words are a direct hit. Acid rolling through my stomach, leaching out to my extremities. A sick realization makes me want to vomit—like sees like.
Eagle’s old man knows I’m a bastard.
He just doesn’t know the depth of how fucked up I am. Starving for a taste of sweet that has no business being in my world. My sister’s wrong.
The more shit McKenna talks, the more I want to steal Eagle out from under his nose. So I can fuck her silly.
Keep her drunk on dick for days while I get my fix, while he pulls his hair transplants out looking for us.
A dark chuckle rumbles through me. God, I love that idea.
Then what?
I’d never be able to take her back to him.
Tugging at my collar, I curse. “You’re a fucking idiot, Kane.” Cold sweat wraps around my neck, a yoke of guilt.
Eagle deserves someone better than me to be her first. Which is why I should have gotten some black market drugs—the opposite of Viagra. Whatever the fuck that is.
I’m sure there’s something out there that would…take the edge off.
I shove the aching rod in my boxers roughly down again.
Lightning cracks behind me. If I hadn’t had the storm chasing my ass all the way here, I’d have beat the shit out of my dick on the side of the road. But when Mother Nature unleashes in less than thirty minutes, this whole damned mountain will be lethal, and Eagle needs to be somewhere safe.
A gust rocks the Rover to the side as the sky presses in, the high-tech headlights slicing the ink-black. The electric white beams flash along the tall trees on either side of the strip of dirt that leads one place. Whispering Pines—old man McKenna’s hunting cabin.
