Cruz
Fuck.Havingherstraddlingmy lap with the vibrations of the bike thrumming through us is another form of torture. My cock is hard as steel, desperate to be inside her. I grit my teeth, doing my best to ignore it.
My hand clenches on the handle as I think of all the men she’s surrounded herself with. Is she fucking them? That giant asshole that was yelling at her? Or the other one on the motorcycle? I hope she isn’t too attached to them. If she is? I’m sure she’ll forgive me in time after I slaughter them. No one touches what’s mine.
Coming out of the tunnel, I make my way up toward Central Park and the small studio apartment I’ve been staying in. Will Dutch be surprised to find out I’ve been living across from the Waverley Building?
Pulling into my parking space, I bring the bike to a stop and pull my gun out of the back of my jeans. Leaving the helmet on, I lean back and gesture for her to get off me. She does, backing away from me warily with her hands raised. I can tell by the way her eyes dart toward the entrance and the tightening of the muscles in her legs that she’s going to make a run for it.
Removing the safety and aiming the gun at her, I watch in amusement as her jaw ticks. She’s going to be pissed, and it makes me wonder what angry sex with Dutch would be like. Waving the gun in the direction I want her to go, her mouth pinches, but she does as she’s told.
That’s my good girl.
When she gets closer to me, I grab her arm, pulling it behind her back until she gasps. Digging the gun into her spine, I lead her through the glass double doors into the stairwell, coming to a stop before the elevators. Luckily no one is around, and the elevator is empty when the doors open. I push her in, pressing the gun into her once more to remind her who is in charge. She hisses under her breath and I chuckle. Dutch’s shoulders straighten at the sound, her back ramrod straight.
There she is.
When the doors open on my floor, I lead her out, fishing my keys out of my pocket while keeping the gun steady on her. I count myself lucky that the hall is empty and I’m able to get Dutch into the apartment without witnesses. The single room is almost spartan in its simplicity; one large room functions as the kitchen, living room, and bedroom. A small bathroom leads off to the side, and besides a Murphy bed tucked into a wall, a small sofa, and a two-seater table, there’s not much else to look at. It does have a fantastic view of the Waverley Building though, and I can see Dutch’s back stiffen when she catches sight of it.
Before I can comprehend what she’s doing, she flips around, a bit of silver flashing in the light as her arm sweeps toward me. I’m able to jump back just in time, hissing under my breath as the knife knicks my arm. Laughing quietly, I grab her arm, twisting her wrist just enough to make her drop the knife. Anger and defiance dance in her eyes and my earlier erection comes back with a vengeance. Backing her up until she hits the wall, I press myself into her, letting her feel how hard she makes me. She fights against me, clawing at my arms and chest. “Get off me you fucker!” she screams.
Ripping the helmet off my head, I carelessly toss it to the ground, barely registering Dutch’s widening eyes and catch of breath before my mouth is crashing down on hers. Groaning deeply in my chest, I slide my hands into the silky softness of her hair, tilting her head just right. She’s still at first, then lets out a soft moan, making my cock jump in eagerness at her nearness after all this time. Her arms rise to twine around my neck, and she presses herself into me, her breasts pressing into my chest as she meets my kiss with her own, both of our mouths hungry. Sweeping my tongue into the warmth of her mouth, her tongue battles mine, before the urgency takes a softer, more sensuous turn. The battle turns into a dance and my heart softens with the feel of her in my arms.
Breaking the kiss, I rest my forehead on hers, both of us breathing raggedly, our hearts thumping in unison. My eyes flutter open, locking on hers, and my mouth tilts up slightly at the corner. “Mi alma,” I whisper, dragging my hand gently through her hair. “I have missed you.”
She’s quiet for a moment, searching my eyes, then presses against my chest. Letting go of her, I step back and am caught off guard when she punches me in the face. Rearing back in shock, I touch my hand to my cheek, eyes narrowing in confusion. “Querida–”
“Don’t you fucking ‘querida’ and ‘mi alma’ me, Cruz.” She runs her hands through her hair as she turns around, taking in the room. Stepping closer to the window, she gazes out at the Waverley Building, her shoulders stiff. “How long have you been here?” she asks quietly, eyes fixed ahead.
I can practically see the wheels turning in her mind. She’s always been clever. “A few weeks,” I admit, crossing my arms over my chest. I can’t believe she punched me.Really?my internal voice mocks.You can’t? This is Dutch.I huff a laugh under my breath.
Dutch hears me and spins around, brows lowering as she imitates me, folding her arms across her chest. I won’t tell her that it only pushes her breasts up farther, making my mouth water. “What’s so funny?” she demands, one foot tapping the ground. “The fact that you’ve been spying on me? Or the fact that you fucking shot at my brother?” Her voice rises to a shriek at the end, and I flinch.
“Brother?” I question dumbly. “I didn’t know you had one.”
“Yeah, well, neither did I until recently,” she mutters back, pacing the room. She comes to a stop in front of me, meeting my gaze defiantly. “What the fuck are you doing back in New York? And why are you following me?”
“Come sit down and I’ll tell you.” Placing my hand on her back, I lead her to the sofa and sit down next to her. Dutch folds her hands on her lap, then looks at me expectantly. Blowing out a breath, I start my story where ours left off. “After we separated, I continued my search for the ones responsible for Maria and Penelope’s deaths.”
Dutch’s hardened expression softens slightly as she listens. I tell her about traveling around the country as people fled in fear when they realized I was coming after everyone responsible. The fuckers fled like mice, hiding in the far corners of the country, while others changed their names, doing their best to hide from me. I tell her of my frustrations as days turned into weeks, then into months as I hunted my prey.
It softens even more as I admit I kept tabs on her, catching her on the news when she was in Arizona. I even confess to making a trip up to Flagstaff when I found myself in Southern California, just to get a look at her. Her eyes widen when I tell her that I had only been feet away from her when she was having a quiet conversation with her friend, Agent Susannah Gerhardt at the House of Horrors. She huffs a laugh when I tell her how I accidentally stepped on a stick, alerting them to my presence. How I had to hide quickly as they both drew their guns, looking for me.
“You fucker!” she says, shoulders shaking with laughter. “We were hunting a mole and thought he was spying on us. I can’t believe that was you!”
I shrug. “I just wanted to see you.” Taking her hand in mine, I raise the other to cup her cheek. Her laughter dies away, and I can see her swallow as her eyes meet mine. “I tried to forget you, Dutch. I did. But every day you have been with me.” I let go of her hand and place it over my heart. “You invade my dreams, both waking and asleep. Every time I close my eyes, you are all that I see.” Pulling her onto my lap, I brush her hair away from her face, then press my lips to hers ever so lightly. “No one could ever compare to you.”
“I never forgot you either,” she admits. “I’ve replayed our night over and over again in my head until I began to wonder if I was remembering it with rose-colored glasses because it surely can’t have been as good as I remembered. It wasn’t enough for me, that one night, but I let you go, and I had to move on, Cruz. I never believed I would see you again.” She leans back and narrows her eyes. “And what are you doing here anyway? I would have thought you would have been out of the country by now. Have you finished your quest? Are they all dead?”
How do I tell her I need to kill her uncle? This is the part that very well may see her wanting to kill me. Shaking my head at her, I wrap my arms around her waist, holding her still. The earlier cut she made to my arm was only shallow; if she has another knife hiding on her, I’d rather not find out when it gets lodged in my chest.
“There is only one man left.” She goes still, watching me intently. Gritting my teeth, I lock her gaze with mine. “The man that gave the order? Dante Gianelli.”
Chapter 28
Special Agent Susannah Gerhardt
Theo’sbackistothe wall, his lips skating down my neck while his brother presses into my back, his thick erection pressing into my ass. Justin’s hands skate down my sides, and just as they are about to venture lower, we’re interrupted by an urgent pounding on the door.
