Stripped Bare

Lacey Thorn

Book 7 in the Bare Love series.

Stace needs help finding her missing sister. What she gets is Donavan Shepard. Shep is everything a woman could ever desire in a man and much, much more. Hell, he reminds her of a Viking; all she wants is to be ravished over and over again.

Shep wants to find a woman who he can bare all with, keeping nothing hidden. Stace seems to be the one. Can he help her find her sister and convince her to give them a chance? One taste of her lush flesh and he’ll do whatever he can to achieve both.

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Stripped Bare

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Stripped Bare Copyright © 2010 Lacey Thorn

Edited by Helen Woodall

Cover art by Syneca

Electronic book publication October 2010

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Stripped Bare

Lacey Thorn

Dedication

This book is dedicated to all the fans of the Bare Love series. You are the best fans in the world. Thank you for the outpouring of love and encouragement.

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Chapter One

Chloe walked off the dance floor laughing. She loved to dance and really wished that she could find more time to get out and do just that. She looked at her watch and shook her head. She’d been here too long as it was. She had plans tomorrow with her best friend and they had been looking forward to it all week.

“In a hurry?” the deep voice sounded in her ear and though she knew he was only leaning close to be heard over the music she pulled away.

“Yeah, I’ve got to get going,” she replied.

“Well, here, at least take a few minutes to drink the Coke I ordered you,” he said as he handed it to her. She really was thirsty so she downed it in three gulps.

“Thanks,” she smiled at him. He wasn’t that bad-looking. He just gave off a weird vibe almost as if she had seen him someplace before and couldn’t place him. He had sort of stalked her across the floor until a slow song came on and before she knew what he was doing he had maneuvered them into the dance with the other couples.

“Here,” he said and reached for her arm. “I’ll walk you out to your car. There are a lot of crazies out there.”

She laughed. There sure were but still she didn’t want to walk out to the parking lot with a stranger. “I’ll just head to the restroom real quick and then go.”

“Okay,” he said. “I’ll meet you here and walk you out.”

“Thanks,” she said though she had no intention of walking back to meet him. Her car was parked closer to the back door anyway.

She walked toward the bathroom and the back hall and kept right on walking out the back door. She made it quickly to her car and clicked the key fob to unlock her door, getting in immediately and hitting the lock button on her door before starting the car. Laughing at herself she tossed her cell on the passenger seat beside her and pulled out of the lot.

She had spent too much time dancing and now would be late getting home. Of course who would be there to care? Not her sister who was gone on another rescue mission that Chloe wasn’t supposed to know about. Stace was her hero, she just wished that her sister trusted her more to be open about what her job really was. But for some reason Stace seemed to think Chloe needed protection from that side of her sister’s life. If only Stace realized just how much Chloe had discovered on her own.

She shook her head. She couldn’t believe how blurry the road was getting. She was tired but not enough to be falling asleep and unable to focus on the road in front of her. Her hands couldn’t seem to keep a grip on the wheel. Her heart was racing and yet she felt sick. Something was wrong. It took her brain too long to engage. The Coke. There must have been something in the Coke that guy had given her at the bar. Shit! Her sister had warned her about taking drinks from anyone but the bartender or waitress.

She pulled the car over to the edge of the road suddenly terrified that she had taken the back roads home. She fumbled for her phone and on the third try managed to hit 9-1-1.

“Nine-one-one, what is your emergency?” a voice said over the phone.

“Something in my drink,” she slurred out. “Can’t drive home. Can’t stay awake.” She could hear how slow and drawn-out her speech was and wanted to scream.

“Ma’am where are you?” the voice came again. “Are you driving in your car?”

“On side road,” she managed. “Three hundred west. Ta-ta-Tark’s Tavern.”

“Have you been drinking ma’am?” the voice asked, all business.

“Coke,” she managed. “He me Coke.”

“Ma’am stay with me,” the voice sounded far away, so far away.

“Lights,” Chloe said as she began to pass out. “Here.”

“What kind of lights?” the voice said but Chloe couldn’t get her lips to work anymore. “Is there someone there with you? Ma’am are you there? Ma’am?”

There was a sound, a popping noise and then the door was opened. Chloe let the phone slip from her hand. Two voices, definitely masculine but speaking in whispers so it was hard to discern what was being said. She felt hands gripping her, pulling, lifting and then she was in someone’s arms being carried away from her car, away from her phone and help. She tried to say something but could manage no more than a moan. Lips pressed softly against the top of her head and then she felt nothing at all.

* * * * *

“So what did they find?” Donovan Shepard known as Shep, asked as he and his partner Griff Daniels were filled in on the missing person case their company had just taken on.

“An empty car,” Jack Madigan, owner of Midnight, Inc. said as he shut the copy of the 9-1-1 tape off. “By the time the first officer arrived the car was deserted on the side of the road.”

“They opened the door and took her,” Griff stated. “They didn’t leave anything behind?”

“Not that has been found at this point,” Jack agreed.

“Date rape drug in the Coke,” Shep said. “She must have slipped away from the bar before it kicked in.”

“They followed her,” Griff said. “They either knew what she was driving or they followed her out to the lot.”

“What do the police notes say?” Shep asked. “Someone at the bar had to see something.”

“Bartender vaguely remembers her being there but he can’t account for who she was with. Waitress can’t place her or who she was with. It was a busy Friday night at Tark’s,” Jack said.

“Doesn’t matter how busy it was,” Griff said. “Someone saw something.”

“Someone scared? Or just hiding what they saw for a reason?” Shep queried.

“She’s been gone how long now?” Griff said.

“Four weeks,” a new voice said as a woman entered the room with another member of their team, Roman. Shep and Griff both sat up a little straighter in their chairs. She dropped her purse onto a desktop as she walked farther in.

The woman was a vision to look at and they were both looking as she moved closer into the room. She had to be close to six feet tall with legs that went forever encased in well-worn jeans. She had a fitted v-neck t-shirt on that showed a great view of her more than ample cleavage. Her long brown hair was pulled back into a ponytail so that her flawless face was the focus, her deep brown eyes like pools of chocolate.

She crossed to them and both men stood. She let her gaze slide over Shep from head to toe before moving it to Griff.

“You must be Griff,” she said and held her hand out to him.

“Yeah,” Griff replied giving his trademark grin as he took her hand in his. “Griff Daniels at your service.” Then he did a typical Griff move and bowed, bringing her hand to his mouth and kissing the back of her fingers. Shep could have smacked him.

She was charmed just as any other woman would be by Griff. Shep could see it in her eyes. But he also saw the way she skimmed those beautiful orbs back over to him before bouncing back to Griff.

“You must be the charmer in the family,” she said.

“How do you know the family?” Griff asked. “And how do I not know you?”

She smiled and Shep felt that smile all the way to his groin and almost groaned as his cock twitched with interest. He knew exactly where he would like to feel that mouth on his skin. That thought had his cock twitching again.

“My name is Stace Anders,” she said. “I served for a bit with your brother Gil.”

Damn! Shep thought. She was, or had been, a Marine. That only made her all the hotter as he thought of all she might be capable of. Nothing was more exciting to him than a woman who could kick ass. At this close range he could see the well defined muscles of her biceps and triceps. The woman had fantastic arms. He’d like to feel their power on his skin.

“Ahhh, so that’s how you know I’m the charmer,” Griff said nodding. “Gil is not known for his personality.”

Stace laughed. “Maybe not,” she agreed. “But I felt comfortable knowing he had my back.”

Shep knew that was important, especially if Stace and Gil had been in combat situations together in the Marines. Shep understood firsthand from his stint as an Army Ranger and then with most of the guys he now worked with when they formed up and took on some missions not sanctioned. Griff was the only one who hadn’t been a part of that former life. But Griff’s brother Gil was married to Jack Madigan’s daughter Moira. So that made Griff family. Plus the guy was a lethal machine, having mastered several forms of martial arts.

Finally Stace turned to him and he wasn’t mistaken when her voice seemed to catch as she said her name again and held her hand out to him. He took it between both of his and just held it loosely letting the heat of his skin wash over her. He was rewarded when he felt the slight tremble and turned on even more when she quickly controlled it before letting go and pulling her hand back.

“Donavan Shepard,” he said holding her gaze as her hand slipped from his. “But call me Shep.”

“Shep,” she said and nodded before moving back to where Jack and Roman stood. “I’m very appreciative that you have agreed to help me with this. The woman on the tape is Chloe Anders, my sister.” She made her way back to her purse and pulled a picture out to pass to Jack who then passed it toward Shep and Griff. “She is five foot nine with short brown hair and brown eyes. She is in her third year of nursing school and was heading home from class Friday night when she stopped at Tark’s for a little dancing. Chloe loves to dance.” Shep saw the brief glimpse of fear in Stace’s eyes before she quickly controlled it and moved on. “I was out of town when she was taken and didn’t return for another three weeks.”

“You didn’t know about this until you returned?” Shep asked.

“I wasn’t exactly in a place where it was easy to reach me,” Stace said and offered no more than that. “When I got back the house was empty, the mail piled up and no sign of my sister anywhere.”

“Once I found out exactly what was going on from Chloe’s best friend I headed straight to the police station,” Stace said. “The local sheriff’s department has moved on from this case though it is still open. They have no leads, no suspects, and nowhere to look at this point. That’s not good enough for me.”

“So what’s the plan?” Shep asked.

“We’ll start at the bar, Tark’s Tavern,” Jack stated. “Somebody had to see something. We just need to find out who and why they haven’t spoken up. You and Griff are pretty good at getting people to talk.”

Shep snorted. What Jack meant was that Griff was good at getting people to open up and talk, especially women. Women just seemed to love Griff, which was really funny to the rest of them. Griff was six foot six and lean. He wore his hair long, pulling it back into a ponytail most days. His blue eyes were intense. But it was his boyish charm that just seemed to pull women to him.

Shep had been working with him for a while now and they had become pretty close friends. Shep knew that no matter the smile on Griff’s face he was not happy. Shep had seen the tension the moment Roman had entered the room. Shep had focused on Stace. Griff had focused on Roman, the man who had married Griff’s mom, something Griff still hadn’t come to grips with. But Griff was professional and didn’t bring his issues into the office with him. And Roman didn’t push. The issue was between Roman and Griff and no one could fix it but him. Not even his mother, Catherine.

“So when do we leave?” Griff asked bringing Shep out of his thoughts.

“Today,” Stace said. “You can stay at the house with me. It’s a big farmhouse. Lots of space and everything is up-to-date.”

No ring on her finger which may or may not mark her single. He was hoping she was available and if luck was with him she wouldn’t stay that way for long. Staying under the same roof with her would play right into his plan to seduce her. Any woman who made a man’s blood hum the way she did his, required seduction. He let his glance bounce over to Griff and saw from the twinkle in Griff’s eyes that he knew just what Shep was thinking. Which meant that Griff would make it his mission to be in the way as much as possible. Shep wasn’t worried though. Stace was interested. That was all he needed.

“What about the current case we’re working?” Shep asked.

“Chetan has it,” Jack said and Shep nodded.

Chetan was another member of their team. His name was from his mother’s native Sioux and meant “hawk”. The name suited him to perfection. Nothing got past Chetan. The man was lethal. He didn’t talk much, and when he did most knew to stop and listen. Women were drawn to him and terrified at the same time. Quite honestly it often seemed like there was very little the man couldn’t do.

“All right,” Shep said. “Griff and I will need at least an hour to throw a bag together and wrap things up so that we can be gone indefinitely.”

“I didn’t think about it,” Stace said looking at Shep. “But if either of your wives or girlfriends want to come stay that would okay as well.”

Shep grinned. “Not an issue. For either of us,” he added just to include Griff in the comment. “But we do have other commitments that we need to take care of. Let’s say we meet back here in an hour or so?”

“Sounds good,” Stace said and Jack nodded.

Jack walked over and shook Stace’s hand again. “I’m giving you two of my best for this. I hope you find her,” Jack said. “I’ll leave you three to talk over the specifics. Roman and I have a security check to do for a new client. So if you’ll excuse us.” He nodded at them and left the room. He stopped at the door glancing back at Shep before letting his gaze turn to Stace. “You’re in good hands with these two. If your sister can be found they’ll help you find her.”

“Thank you,” Stace said and Jack and Roman left the room.

“I’m going to head out,” Griff said heading toward the door. “I’ll meet you guys back here in an hour.”

Shep nodded but his eyes were on Stace.

“So,” she said when it was just the two of them left in the room.

Shep grinned. He made her nervous. He liked that.

“Why don’t you grab your purse and come with me,” he said.

“Come with you?” she parroted and he could tell that it annoyed her when she realized it.

“Yeah,” he said. “I need to head home and get a bag together and you can fill me in on more of what you’ve found out while I do. Tell me more about your sister and what your thoughts are on what might have happened.”

“Okay,” she agreed, reaching for her purse and preceding him to the door.

Shep glanced down at her rounded ass as she walked. Damn he wanted to bend her over and fuck her hard and fast, then slow and easy, then who knew. Maybe she would let him spread those cheeks and slide his cock into her ass. His cock was growing just thinking about sinking into her, anywhere.

She turned around at the door placing her back against it as she looked at him. “I want you,” she said and stole the air out of his lungs. “And at some point I plan on having you. But I won’t let that want interfere with finding my sister.”

“Okay,” he agreed. Hell she’d surprised him with her honesty and turned him on more than ever.

She stepped into him so that he felt the brush of her pebbled nipples against his chest. Her hands slid up his arms until they wrapped around his neck and she tugged his head down to her.

“But why don’t we just get this out of the way,” she said just before she touched his bottom lip with her tongue.

It was like a stroke of electricity that seared straight to his dick and had it flexing against the suddenly snug fabric of his jeans. Her tongue glided over his bottom lip before she took it between her teeth and nipped. What turned him on even more was the way she kept her eyes open and locked on his. This was no tame woman. This was a wildcat.

He let one hand slip down to the small of her back, the other splayed loosely at her waist. Her breath whispered over his lips as she pressed them softly to his. Her tongue traced the seam of his lips and he opened them for her. She forged inside and wrapped her tongue around his, rubbing it wantonly before guiding his into her mouth and sucking gently on it. He felt that suction in his balls, wanted to feel it on his cock, and from the gleam in her still-open eyes he knew that was what she intended.

His hand moved lower to cup her ass and pull her up the few inches so that she could feel the hard length of his cock exactly where he wanted it to be. He held her there while he fed on her kiss, fighting for control and loving the way she refused to give it to him.

Slowly she eased back from him, letting her tongue flick against his lips before landing back on her feet. “I want you. You want me. But don’t think I won’t make you work for it.” With that she eased from his grasp, opened the door and stepped out.

Shep knew he wore a silly grin, could feel it on his lips. But what else could he do? He watched the sway of her ass, slid his gaze over the long length of her legs and imagined them wrapped around him. He had no problem working for it. He just wondered how long she would make them both wait.

Chapter Two

Stace sat in the passenger seat of Shep’s truck, having decided to leave her truck there for now and willed herself to gain control of her hormones. Obviously it had been way too long since she’d had sex. She let her gaze slip across the man beside her. But honestly it wouldn’t have mattered if she’d had sex twelve times just before meeting him. She would have wanted him no matter what. There was just something about him that made her want to throw him to the nearest flat surface and ride him until neither of them could move. Or let him ride her. Maybe take turns. God, she was so wet. It had been all she could do to keep her hands to herself while they were at his apartment. Luckily the man packed quick and now they were back on the road with Griff following behind them.

“So why use us?” Shep interrupted her thoughts.

“Excuse me?” she said.

“You ‘find people’,” he said. “So why come looking for us?”

“A friend of mine knew about Jack Madigan through Gil,” Stace said. “I guess they still keep in touch. He told me to be smart and ask for help.”

“You have a habit of not being smart?” he asked with a raised brow as if he didn’t believe that.

“I have a habit of going solo,” she replied. “So I was reminded that when you’re emotionally involved you can overlook things or not see the entire picture.”

“Sounds like a great friend,” Shep said.

“Yes,” Stace agreed.

“So no heat between you two?” he asked and she laughed.

“More like a brother,” she said. “Most of the guys from my Marine days are, at least those I’ve kept in contact with.”

“Not Gil, huh,” Shep said.

Stace shook her head. “No, Gil and I were never close. We worked well together, our unit was tight, but I wasn’t a permanent member. I replaced someone. So I think he never got over the fact that I was a reminder that they had lost one. I understood that.”

Shep nodded and she remembered that he had been an Army Ranger. “So how does a Ranger end up with a bunch of Marines?”

Shep grinned. “They got lucky.”

Stace laughed. “How have you managed to stay single?” she asked and he stayed quiet just a beat too long.

“Just never met the right woman, I guess,” he replied and threw another grin her way.

But there had been something in that beat of silence, a flash in his eyes that maybe a less trained person would have missed. He had met someone but for some reason they weren’t together. She had to admit, if only to herself, that it made her curious.

“Home first or bar?” Shep asked.

“Up to you,” she said. “You’ve already seen the file so you know as much as I do at this point. The trail is cold. If I had gotten back even two weeks ago this would be so much easier to track down.”

“We’ll find something,” Shep said. “No one disappears without a trace.”

She nodded her head. She could still hear Chloe’s giggle in her head, see her sister’s infectious smile. She had to find her and prayed that Chloe was okay. She’d seen some intense situations, most after she left the Marines for private work. She knew what happened to women who were taken, knew that some never recovered even after they were rescued. Some could never be rescued from the hell they’d been forced to live. Four weeks was a long time for a woman to be gone.

“Hey, why don’t you stop at the bar and see what you can find out,” Shep said and Stace looked over to see that he had pulled a cell phone out. “You’ve got the file, check to see if any of the staff from that night is on, feel them out. I’m going to take Stace on to the house and see what we can find in Chloe’s room, her computer, any of that stuff.” Shep grinned and let a laugh loose. “Yeah, you do that. Later.”

“Do what?” she asked as he slid his phone closed.

“Get lost for a bit,” he said and grinned over at her. He pulled into the lot at Tark’s Tavern and idled while Griff parked and got out.

She watched as Griff walked over toward Shep’s truck. He came to her side and she rolled the window down. He leaned in and smiled her way reaching a hand out and playing with her ponytail while he went over some information with them. She could see how women would be drawn to him. There was just something innately sensual about him.

“Sound good?” Griff asked and she realized she had zoned out a little longer than she’d meant to.

“Sure,” she said and Shep burst out laughing. Too late she wondered what she was agreeing too.

“Guess I’ll stay here for a while then, give you all the time you need,” Griff said with a grin before giving her hair a tug and moving away toward the side door to the bar. Shep was still laughing as he pulled the truck out of the lot and turned onto the same country road that Chloe had taken that night.

“Okay, so what the hell did I just agree to?” she asked.

“Apparently you and I are going back to the house to have wild sex,” Shep said with another laugh. “Griff asked if he should bring pizza and beer back in a couple hours for recovery food.”

She could feel her face flaming, which only made Shep chuckle more. Abruptly he pulled the truck to the side of the road and turned toward her. “He was just joking, Stace. No reason to get embarrassed.”

“I’m guessing that I’ll need to stay on my toes around you two,” she said shaking her head.

“I’d rather see you in several other positions,” he said and she loved the way his eyes darkened. “But we can go with up on your toes if that’s your preference.”

She just laughed.

“Now that I have you relaxed,” he said. “This is where the car was found. Don’t tense up,” he said as she started to do just that. “Keep loose. Open mind. Let’s walk through what we heard on that tape.”

“She pulled over because she knew that she had been drugged,” Stace said.

“Smart girl,” Shep said. “Pulled over and called for help.”

“They thought she was drunk at first,” Stace said. “I talked to the operator who took the call. She was very sorry. Said she thought Chloe was a drunk driver at first.”

“It happens,” Shep said. “She’s fumbling for the phone, slurring her words as the drug starts really kicking into her system. What does she focus on?”

Stace closed her eyes and could hear every moment of that call in her head. Could hear the underlying fear in her sister’s voice as she struggled to tell what was going on. “She saw lights behind her. A vehicle pulled up.”

“Stop,” he said. “You’re going with what you know. I want you to focus on her. What did she do when she saw the lights?”

“She’s passing out,” she began angrily but he shook his head and reached over to put a finger to her lips.

“No emotions,” he said. “Think. Not what you heard her say or try to say. What did you hear?”

She took a deep breath and tried to relax her body. It was hard to try to shut her sister’s voice out but she did her best. “The lock clicked open. Two voices, masculine. One of them takes her. The other shuts the phone off.”

“Was the car still here when the police arrived?” Shep said.

She knew he had read the report but she played along anyway. “Yes.”

“Her purse, her school bag, her phone,” he said. “It was all still in the car.”

“Yes,” she agreed.

“They knew she’d made a phone call because they took the time to shut the phone off,” he said. “But they left everything else in the car.”

“Yes,” she agreed finally seeing what he was getting at. “They wanted everything found. They wanted it known that she was taken. She would have never left her phone and purse in the car willingly. Everyone who knew her would agree to that. We don’t have a home phone, just our cells. She wouldn’t have left without it.”

“Where was it when the car was found?” Shep asked.

“In the driver’s seat,” Stace answered.

“And the doors were all locked when the police arrived,” Shep reminded her.

“They wanted to make sure that no one wandered along and messed with anything,” she agreed.

“So who was your sister involved in that would want to do this?” Shep asked. “Or who knew that you have a sister?”

Oh, shit! The thought screamed through her head. All the people who she had rescued. Was this payback from someone who hadn’t wanted to let their prey go? Was her sister’s disappearance all her fault? And why the hell hadn’t she considered that option? Because she made a strict policy of keeping her professional life separate from her personal one. Clients didn’t even know her name. Even worse if the people Stace had dealt with were behind her sister’s disappearance there was no guarantee that Chloe was okay. No guarantee at all.

“Stop,” Shep said again. “I’m not saying this has anything to do with you. If your security is good then chances are it doesn’t. But we need to look at all the possibilities.”

“My security is top notch, I have a handler who sets stuff up for me, or at least I did,” Stace said. “We both decided it was time to retire. This was our last client.”

“Your handler,” he said. “You trust him?”

“I trust my handler with my life,” she replied.

“Did your sister know what you did?” he asked.

“No,” Stace shook her head. “Chloe just thought I travelled for work as an interpreter.”

“You speak several languages?” he asked.

“I speak many, fluently,” she replied.

“So how good was your sister at keeping secrets?” he asked.

“What do you mean?” she asked.

“I mean is it possible that there was stuff going on in her life that you didn’t know anything about?” Shep asked.

“I…” She stopped the automatic denial that she wanted to voice. “Yeah, I guess it is,” she conceded. “I was gone a lot. We’re not as close as I would like. She’s twelve years younger than I am,” Stace sighed wearily. “Sometimes it is more of a mothering relationship than older sister.”

“That’s understandable,” Shep said. “Just the two of you?”

“Now it is,” she said. “Our parents died in a car wreck while I was serving my last year in the Marines. I came home just long enough to set things in order and then I left her in the care of her best friend’s family while I finished out my year. Then I came home and we moved into the farmhouse.”

“How old was your sister?” Shep asked.

“I was twenty-six,” Stace said. “Chloe was fourteen.”

“Her parents had just been killed and her sister came home only long enough to pawn her off on someone else,” Shep said.

“Nah.” Stace shook her head and smiled. “Chloe had a mad case of hero worship on me back then. Thought it was the bomb that I was in the Marines, bragged about it to all her friends. She was a good kid, smart. She was the one who approached me with the idea of living with Nicole and her family while I finished out my time.”

“You weren’t going to?” Shep asked.

“I didn’t want to leave her,” Stace said. “She told me I had to.”

“Smart girl,” he said.

“Incredible,” Stace agreed. “And, yeah, she probably could have easily kept secrets from me.”

“Is Nicole still around?” Shep asked.

“Yeah, they still hang out all the time,” Stace said. “They’re both in school together.”

“Have you talked to her since you got back?” Shep asked.

“Yeah, but not in detail,” she said.

“Then I think maybe after we do a thorough look through of your sister’s stuff, we should set up a time to talk to Nicole about what was going on with Chloe,” Shep said.

Stace nodded her head. Her mind was buzzing with different thoughts. “Another thing to consider is that they didn’t care if her stuff was found, didn’t care who she called,” she said. “They were either confident that it wouldn’t matter.” She paused unable to voice the other possibility.

“Or they didn’t plan on keeping her that long,” Shep said. “Meaning they either killed her or sold her.” He reached a hand out to take Stace’s and gave it a squeeze. “I don’t mean to upset you or sound cold. I’m just trying to say that we need to think about every possibility. At this point we know nothing, so we can’t omit anything.”

She nodded. Chloe’s death was a possibility she had to face. Her sister had been missing for a month.

Shep turned back to the wheel and put the truck in gear, pulling back onto the road. Neither of them talked while he headed toward the farmhouse.

“Here,” she said pointing to the winding drive that would lead to her house.

She jumped out as soon as the truck came to a stop reaching into the back for her bag before turning toward the house. She felt Shep on the steps behind her as she unlocked the door and opened it. Pushing inside she dropped her bag and turned to face him. He stepped in and shut the door behind him placing his bag beside hers.

“It’s hard to be here without her,” Stace admitted. The house was too quiet, too empty. It seemed to settle on her shoulders like a mantle of guilt for all the times she hadn’t been around. Everywhere she looked she saw signs of her sister. This was more Chloe’s house than it ever would be Stace’s.

“I can’t imagine,” Shep said reaching out to take her hand and give it a squeeze. The man really was gorgeous with all that shaggy blonde hair and bright blue eyes. What she could see of his body let her know that he took care of himself. She wanted to get him naked. Soon.

His eyes flared as if he could read her thoughts and in moments she found herself trapped between him and the wall. He leaned in and kissed her, stroking his tongue inside and exploring every crevice of her mouth. She batted his tongue with hers and he scraped his teeth over it before sucking it. She could feel her pussy flooding and contracting, eager to feel any part of him there.

He leaned in and rubbed her body with his. She felt the hard bulge of his cock and rubbed her hard, tight nipples against his chest. Her arms reached for him eager to grab, hold and touch. But Shep eased back from her putting distance between them.

“I want you,” he said softly. “You want me.” There was a wicked twinkle in his eyes now. “But don’t think I won’t make you work for it.”

She laughed, just burst out and laughed. He’d managed to break the tension that held her in place just inside the entryway. For the first time since entering the house she could really breathe.

“Why don’t you show me where to put my bag for now and then we’ll take a look at Chloe’s stuff,” Shep said.

“Follow me,” Stace said and wondered if he would really protest if she led him to her bedroom.

Chapter Three

Shep tossed his bag on the bed in the room that he was shown to. He took note that her bedroom was directly across the hall. Hell, he’d wanted nothing more than to strip her and lift her against that wall earlier. He could imagine how she would slide onto his cock as he eased her down his length. His cock was as hard as granite. And his thoughts weren’t doing anything to ease him. He needed to focus on why he was here more, and less on whom he was here with.

Stace stepped into the doorway. Her long dark hair now hung loose over her shoulders and down her back. It looked so long and silky and he wanted to feel it brushing over his skin, his chest, his stomach. Her tongue darted out to lick over her plump bottom lip and he craved that tongue, wanted to feel it glide over his shaft, lick across the head of his cock.

“Penny for your thoughts,” she murmured and he gave a chuckle.

“Sure about that?” he queried.

Stace smiled and, damn, she was beautiful. “How about we resume this conversation later?”

“Sounds good,” she agreed turning back toward the hall and leading him out of the room and down the hall. “Chloe’s room is this way. I put her book bag and purse in her room when I picked them up from the police.”

They entered the room and Shep noticed the change in Stace’s breathing as she looked at her sister’s things, saw the touch of sadness and worry that couldn’t be missed in her eyes. He wanted to pull her close and comfort her but now wasn’t the time. Now was the time to work on finding Chloe and ending Stace’s worry.

“Why don’t you dump the purse out on the bed and really look through all her stuff while I fire up her computer?” Shep offered.

Stace’s only reply was a sigh before she picked up her sister’s purse and dumped it out. Shep could see the anxiety in her eyes but there was no missing the confidence in the way she carried herself. She wouldn’t give up until she found her sister, one way or another.

“This one hers?” he asked as he moved over to the desk against the back wall and the laptop that sat there.

“Yes,” Stace replied glancing up as she worked her hands through the purse contents spreading them out all over the bed.

Shep sat down and fired it up. The first thing he did was take a look at all the documents and files on her computer. Most had to do with school. He hit the button for her internet connection and hoped she was one of the people who saved her passwords to her computer. She had as it automatically logged right into her email and he could see tabs saved across the top that would lead him to other places she might have left information.

He wasn’t sure when Stace left the room. He took the time required to go through every file on the computer and still came up empty-handed. There was nothing there to point them in a particular direction. He powered the computer down and stood. He stretched his back groaning as he looked at his watch and saw that he’d been at it for over an hour. He headed down the stairs and followed the laughter to the kitchen.

Griff was here and Shep could smell the pizza. His stomach rumbled and he hoped Griff had brought enough. He stepped into the kitchen to see Griff putting paper plates out on the table. Stace was sitting on the counter with a beer in her hand sipping as she watched Griff. She’d ditched her socks and shoes at some point and he loved the way she swung her bare feet. They both glanced his way as he entered. He moved toward Stace.

“Smells good,” he said. He was going to stop beside where Stace sat on the counter but when she spread her thighs he couldn’t resist the invitation and moved to stand right between them.

“Beer?” she asked casually, as if they stood this way all the time.

“Yeah,” he answered and she reached over and popped the top off one of the bottles sitting next to her before handing it to him.

“Pizza and beer,” she murmured smiling. “Doesn’t get much better than this.”

Ahhh, hell. She was perfect. Shep might just fall in love.

“Woman after my own heart,” Griff said with a grin as he opened one of the pizza boxes and grabbed a couple of slices to put on a plate. “We’ve got everything, all meat, and one that has like twenty different kinds of cheese or something like that.”

“What do you want?” Shep asked as he sat his beer by her thigh and moved toward the table grabbing a plate for each of them.

“Give me one of each,” Stace said and Shep loaded two plates with one of each. He handed her a plate then moved back between her thighs, turning to face Griff while they ate.

No one spoke for a bit as they were too busy eating. After they had each had another plateful they finally began to wind down. Shep loved the fact that Stace ate. She didn’t pick, didn’t eat one and set her plate aside. She was keeping up with him and Griff and that was a big turn-on. A woman who could eat like that would have the energy to play hard later and he knew just what they could play.

“So did you find anything?” Shep asked Griff.

“That Tark’s is indeed wall-to-wall people,” Griff said. “If they said that they remembered her but not who she was with or where, then chances are they aren’t lying. That place is crazy. I have no idea where all those people come from.”

“Tark’s has always been the place to go,” Stace offered.

“I spoke with several of the staff and they honestly either didn’t see Chloe or did but don’t recall anything other than they saw her there,” Griff said. “I believe them. After looking around tonight, the flow of people in and out is crazy. Hell I could remember faces that I saw tonight but not what they did while they were there. And this isn’t even a Friday.”

“Did your sister go there often?” Shep asked.

“I don’t think so,” Stace said. “She’d just turned twenty-one this year though. I’m sure Nicole would know more. I spoke with her earlier and she’s agreed to stop by tomorrow after her morning classes.”

“Great,” Shep said. “It will help if we can find out if Chloe went there often or if this was an impromptu stop.”

“I know she didn’t go there often but I don’t know if that Friday was a planned visit or not,” Stace said sipping her second beer.

“We’ll see what we can find out from Nicole in the morning,” Shep said. “Did you find anything of importance in your sister’s purse?”

“Nothing out of place,” Stace said. “Her wallet didn’t hold any secret numbers or notes or receipts. Compact and gloss in side pocket with a couple condoms. Some pens, peppermints and pack of gum.”

“Condoms?” Griff asked. “Was your sister dating someone?”

“Once again, not that I know of,” Stace replied holding her hand up before either guy could say anything. “But she’s heard enough from me to know to practice safe sex. Her body so she can’t depend on a guy to have protection.”

“Smart woman,” Shep said.

“The condoms came from a box I keep in the bathroom,” Stace said letting her gaze lock with Shep’s. “Only two missing are the ones in her purse.”

So Stace had them covered when it came to protection. Good to know. Of course he had a box in his bag as well. So there was no limit to the amount of fun they could have.

“So what time are Nicole’s classes over?” Griff asked. “It seems like everything at this point depends on what we can find out from her.”

“Her class finishes at eleven forty-five,” Stace said. “So she said she would be here around one.”

“All right,” Griff said. “Been a long day guys, so I’m hitting the hay.”

“You remember the way to the bedroom?” Stace asked.

“Down the hall last door on the left,” Griff said.

“Bathroom is right across the hall,” Stace offered.

“Shower sounds really good right now,” Griff said. “I’ll catch you both in the morning.”

“Night,” Shep said.

Griff slapped Shep on the shoulder as he passed and sent a wink toward Stace. “I’ve got my iPod with me so if you need me for some reason you’ll have to come get me. I won’t be able to hear a thing.”

Shep grinned. Stace laughed. Griff just whistled and headed out the door and down the hall.

Shep turned to face the counter and Stace inched forward until their hips met at just the right point. He rocked his hard cock against the denim covered vee of her thighs. She moaned and rotated her hips up and into him.

“I’ve been working really hard today,” she vowed.

“We both have,” Shep agreed.

“I’d say that I worked hard enough,” she said wrapping her legs up around his waist and pressing hard into him. “Wouldn’t you?”

“Hell, yes,” Shep said.

“Why don’t we move upstairs?” she whispered into his ear and Shep scooped her up off the counter cradling her weight in his arms as he turned with her still wrapped around his waist and headed out the door and toward the stairs.

“Your room or mine?” he asked.

“King-size bed with connecting door to the bathroom and the box of condoms,” Stace murmured as she licked a path up his neck to his ear. “I’d say my room.”

Shep just groaned as her teeth found his earlobe and began to nibble. He had no idea how they made it up the stairs and to her room without him losing control and taking her against a wall. But he was determined to not mess this up. He wanted more than one night with her and that made this first time all the more important.

He stepped into her room and using one hand he eased the door shut behind them before leaning against it. Stace wiggled and he guided her as she slid her legs from around his waist and eased them down his legs to the floor. She leaned into him and with a moan moved her lips over his. He cupped the back of her head and plunged his tongue into her mouth rubbing and thrusting against hers in this delicious play of what they would enjoy with the rest of their bodies later.

She stepped back from him and before he could say or do anything she had moved through a connecting door. He heard a cabinet open and close and she was back with the box of condoms. She placed them on the bedside table dumping a few out for easy reach before turning back to him.

“You’re still going to have to work for it,” she grinned as she reached for the hem of her shirt. “I like a lot of foreplay,” she warned.

“I think I can manage that,” Shep said watching as that shirt slipped higher revealing her taut abs and then her black, lace-encased breasts. Full, high and perfect. He couldn’t wait to get them in his hands, feel the tight buds of her nipples against his tongue.

“But just so you don’t feel slighted,” she added as she dropped the shirt to the floor at her feet. “I like to give foreplay just as much as I like to get it.”

His cock jerked behind his zipper at the thought of the wet heat of her mouth taking him in, sucking and licking him. Hell this verbal foreplay was better than any sex he’d had lately. “I like that quality in a woman,” Shep said watching as she moved her hand to the snap of her jeans and released it.

She tugged the zipper down and did a little shimmy as her jeans fell to pool at her feet. Her panties matched the black lace of her bra and he swallowed hard.

“My one great love,” Stace said running her hands over her breasts and then down over her belly to trace the top edge of her panties. “Sexy bra and panty sets.”

“I like your priorities,” Shep agreed enjoying the show she was giving.

“You seem to be a little overdressed, Shep,” Stace said and walked toward him.

It took all he had to keep his hands steady at his side as she grabbed his shirt and lifted it. He held his arms up and helped her pull it over his head before tossing it to the floor to join hers. She leaned back and licked her lips as she ran her hands over his chest and shoulders, her fingers tracing the scars his body wore from the years of soldiering. She wasn’t awed by them, wasn’t repulsed by them, just accepted them as a part of him and moved on.

Her fingers brushed over the bulge of his cock before releasing the snap and zipper on his jeans. He pushed them down taking his boxer briefs with them. He toed his shoes off and let everything fall in a pile to be stepped out of. She dropped to her knees before him and licked her lips again as his cock bobbed and waved in front of her. She surprised him by moving her hands down to his feet instead and he lifted them one at a time so she could pull his socks off.

She sat back on her heels in front of him and let her gaze wander over him from head to toe before connecting with his eyes again. “I just have one question for you,” she said.

“What’s that?” he asked.

“How quick is your recovery time?” she asked with a wicked grin.

“Fairly good,” he offered. “What do you have in mind?”

“Right now I’m dying to taste you,” she said licking her lips again. “I want to suck that beautiful cock as deep as I can until you give me all you’ve got.”

Shep groaned. “You’re killing me here, Stace,” he sighed.

She laughed. “So I get first dibs and then you can return the favor,” she said.

“Return it with interest,” he promised.

“I was really hoping you’d say that,” she said and leaned into him again.

Her mouth brushed a kiss over the head of his cock and he felt her tongue rub over the slit taking the drop of pre-cum that was there. He leaned his head back against the door letting his eyes slip closed for just a moment. He felt the cool grip of her hands as she wrapped one on his shaft and the other cradled his balls. Her mouth stayed right at the head kissing, licking and gently sucking at him. He wouldn’t last very long at all.

“You taste so good,” she groaned and her mouth opened over him taking the entire head of his cock into her mouth and sucking on it.

His eyes flew open and he looked down to see her like a goddess on her knees, his cock appearing like her favorite treat. Her hair spilled all around her and he ran his fingers through it tugging it back and holding it up off her face so that he could better enjoy the view. She started a rhythm using her hand to work his shaft while she sucked and licked the head.

Heaven. Her mouth was what heaven must feel like. He wanted to just close his eyes and enjoy every sensation and yet he was loath to miss even one moment of the vision she made. Her cheeks were hollowing out as she worked him. She did some twist with her mouth that had his balls drawing up tighter and swelling with the coming explosion that he couldn’t hold back much longer.

“I’m going to come,” he whispered.

She just moaned and sucked harder at him working that wicked tongue in the notch just under his head that seemed to be connected with every pleasure nerve he had. He rocked his hips meeting her pace with his and fucking her mouth as she fucked him with it. His hands tightened in her hair as he just held on to her.

His spine tingled, his buttocks tightened and a harsh groan spilled from his lips as she felt the first jet of seed hit her tongue. She didn’t balk. She swallowed and kept sucking and when he saw a bead of his cum slip from between her lips to hover and then drip down her chin he felt like a god among men. She drank from him accepting every drop he gave her.

When he couldn’t take much more he used his grip in her hair to ease her away from him. She gave him one final lick as he slipped free of her now swollen lips. She glanced up at him and holding his gaze ran her tongue down to lick over the path of his spilled cum. Fuck. He was already growing hard again.

“My turn,” he said and with a laugh she leapt up and jumped on the bed.

She got up on her knees and reached behind her to release the catch of her bra and let it slide off to be tossed aside. Her hands cupped her breasts, her fingers pinching and tugging at her nipples as she watched him.

“I’m all yours,” she promised.

Chapter Four

He moved from the wall and crossed to the bed, to her. Stace played with her breasts and nipples and let the pleasure wash over her. She wanted to feel Shep everywhere. His hands, his lips, his teeth and tongue, but most especially she wanted to feel that magnificent cock lodged deep in her wet cunt fucking her hard and fast.

He stopped at the edge of the bed and leaned forward. She closed her eyes waiting to just feel where he would touch her. She felt his hands slide down her thighs to cup behind her knees and then with a hard tug she found herself flipped to her back. Her eyes popped open and she let out a laugh. He kept taking her by surprise. But laughter disappeared when he skimmed his hands up to the sides of her panties and tugged them down and off her legs.

As he slid his hands back up the inside of her thighs he spread them wide and she felt the shift of the bed as he moved up on it with her. He helped her shift so that her head was on the pillow and then he settled between her thighs. His lips left a wet trail over her thighs, top, outside, inside, everywhere but where she craved them most. His hands stroked over her hips and up her sides to just brush the curves of her breasts before slipping back down. She was dripping, her cunt clenching desperately on air and he had yet to even touch her there.

“Shep,” she groaned and his husky chuckle washed over her skin.

His hands pushed her thighs just a bit wider and one hand traced the folds of her cunt. Her body tensed in anticipation of that first touch of his mouth to her pussy. She was desperate for it. He moved his mouth to the crease where thigh met hip and sucked at her flesh. Who knew such a touch could be so erotic? She arched up into him tilting her hips to push her pussy to him.

Another husky chuckle followed by the reward she craved. His tongue licking up the outside of her folds. His hands slipped up to brace her hips anchoring her to the bed while he just licked up and down her cunt. She moaned and clenched the comforter. She had never been with a man so talented with foreplay. She was hot and wild and ready to burst and still his tongue wasn’t inside her.

One big hand moved back down to her pussy and he used his fingers to spread the folds. His thumb brushed over her clit and she felt that touch deep inside. He blew his hot breath across the bud and she felt it tighten further. His tongue jabbed at the bud flicking fast all around it. She could feel the flood of juices rushing into her pussy. She was so ready. He flattened his tongue over her clit and rubbed over it.

He shifted again and his other hand moved down to her pussy. The other arm was braced over her stomach with his hand angled down to hold her pussy lips wide for him. A finger dipped into the opening of her cunt and his tongue went back to jabbing at her clit. He rimmed her cunt with his finger, not giving her more than the tip of his first knuckle as he continued to tease her.

The finger disappeared and so did the tongue and she glanced down to see him watching her as he sucked his fingertip.

“You taste so fucking sweet,” he murmured. “Your pussy is so hot and tight. I could spend hours right here.”

He dipped his head back down and she cried out as he speared one finger deep into her cunt. His lips wrapped around her clit and he sucked at it, light pulls at first followed by quick, hard sucks. Her hands came back up to her nipples and she pulled and tugged at them as she rode the sensations closer and closer toward what was sure to be an earth-bending orgasm.

He did something with his fingers, hooked them inside her and rubbed on her G-spot. She exploded with a yell that echoed in the room and she hoped briefly that Griff really was wearing his iPod buds and not hearing her. Then she ceased to care. Her body had tightened and tightened and tightened until she felt like a rubber band stretched taut. Then that wicked touch and she burst to liquid melting into the mattress beneath her as Shep moved his mouth down to her pussy.

His tongue thrust in and out of her cunt coaxing her orgasm on and on and on. She wasn’t sure how he managed it but he used that incredible tongue to ease her back down from the extreme high she was on. Soon she found herself shuddering on the bed again, her breath coming in pants as Shep rested his head on the inside of her thigh. She glanced down and her eyes locked with his.

She didn’t fall in love. She didn’t believe in the whole love-at-first-sight thing. She believed in good old-fashioned lust at first sight, and she’d had that with Shep. But in that moment there was a connection between them, more than the physical one. It wasn’t love. She was adamant about that. But it was more than she’d expected, and, from the look in his eyes, more than he’d expected. It was a beginning. Maybe of a brief affair. Maybe of something more. But it was a beginning.

“That was incredible,” she whispered not knowing what else to say.

He smiled and it made her think of a pirate. The golden hair, the big blue eyes, the tanned skin. He had already conquered her. The fine lines at the corners of his eyes and mouth that gave proof to the fact that he constantly smiled. She’d seen the scars on his torso, healed wounds from knives and even a puckered gunshot wound or two. She recognized them, knew them for the battle scars they were. And it said a lot that he had all those and still the lines from smiling. That was sexy to her.

“I hope you’re up for more,” he said as he moved up the bed to lie beside her. There was no way she could miss the bobbing erection and she licked her lips remembering how he had tasted.

She stretched her arm over to grab the roll of condoms she’d pulled out of the box earlier and tore one off. Ripping it open she turned to him. He held his cock around the base and she used both of her hands to roll the protection onto him. He leaned up to kiss her, slow and sweet and tender. He explored and tasted, his tongue stroking softly against hers. She could still taste him on her tongue and when his tongue touched hers their flavors mingled and exploded on her taste buds. She wondered if he was enjoying the combined essence as much as she was.

He eased her back down onto the bed coming up over and shifting so that his legs were between hers. He continued kissing her sipping from her lips as he moved his hips closer to hers letting his sheathed cock glide between the still slick folds of her sex until it finally lodged at her opening. He pulled back from her lips and holding her gaze he eased inside her.

“Don’t close your eyes,” he said as her eyes fluttered shut. “Look at me. Let me see your pleasure.”

She moaned low in her throat as he moved inside her, his cock rubbing along her pussy walls and igniting every nerve there. She held his gaze, panting for breath as he moved. Burying himself deep, he swiveled his hips and had her arching up into him, her fingers clenching where she held onto him.

She’d had sex, great sex, but no man had ever held her gaze during the act, no man had ever forced the connection that Shep was. He would not let her put this in the box safely marked as just sex. He would make her feel more than just the physical. And in that he scared the hell out of her.

She didn’t really do emotion, not when it came to men and sex. She did pleasure, always willing to give as well as she got. Hell she could make a man come with just the touch of her hand. She loved a hard cock. But that was where it ended for her. When the sex was over she could walk away sometimes easier than the man could. But as she looked at Shep, saw the pleasure he was feeling reflected in his eyes, she knew that it wouldn’t be so easy this time.

He pulled almost completely out of her and then slammed back in breaking her out of her tumbled thoughts so that she was focused solely on the here and now.

“That’s better,” he said as if he knew she had been thinking outside the moment.

He pumped hard and fast, his cock plundering and owning her pussy with every deep stroke. One leg locked at his hip but she pulled the other one to her chest easing it between them and holding it giving him the ability to reach farther with every surge of his hips.

He took her lead and moved to his knees pushing her other leg forward so that they both nestled against her breasts. Taking the time to kiss both of her insteps he lifted them to his shoulders and placing his palms on the back of her thighs he began moving again. Slow and easy now, letting them both adjust to the deeper penetration this angle allowed for. His cock flexed and throbbed inside her and Stace lifted her hips from the bed using her feet on his shoulders to gain the leverage she needed.

He pumped and she met him thrust for thrust. It was the most incredible fuck of her life, perhaps more for the man she was with than the weapon he used. Shep was endowed, no complaints there, but it was the way he commanded her body, held her gaze that made it so much more than she’d shared with any other.

She’d always fought for dominance, control during sex. And most men, if a woman was good enough, wouldn’t care who controlled the act as long as their dicks were getting off. But not this man. He met her move for move never once letting her doubt that he would give her pleasure. She didn’t have to take it for herself. That was exactly it. He would not allow her to just take it. And for some reason, with him, it didn’t piss her off but instead made her hotter and hornier than hell.

He hit a stroke that probed her G-spot and she cried out, her eyes automatically shutting, her head tilting back. And Shep slowed his thrusts, holding back, easing her back, giving shallow thrusts of just his cock head into her cunt.

“Please,” she said not begging but not demanding either.

“Open your eyes,” he commanded, and she did, looking immediately into his heavy lidded gaze. “I want to see your eyes when you come,” he whispered and bent closer.

They both laughed as her legs kept him from reaching her mouth. She spread them wide, ankles now up by her shoulders and he leaned forward using his arms and shoulders to help hold them there while he finally took her mouth again with his.

The kiss was just as deep and sensual as the penetration of his cock to her pussy. As his tongue stroked and rubbed hers, his cock did the same to the walls of her pussy. And she realized that the faster she got him to use his tongue the faster he moved his hips. Her arms came up to wrap around the back of his neck and hold him to her while she sucked his tongue before stroking hers against it.

It was different kissing with her eyes open. Different and exciting. She could see just how much Shep enjoyed what she was doing and she was sure he could see the same from her. Finally they broke, breathless as he rode her hard and fast. She let her hands slip to clench his shoulders curving her legs so that her ankles were just outside her hands.

So deep. He drove harder and faster and she could feel her orgasm building and building so that she knew she would fly apart when it slammed into her. She could see the pleasure in his eyes by the way the color darkened, the lids growing heavy. Still he looked at her, watched.

When she could hold on no longer she felt her eyes glaze over and though they remained open by sheer force of will she could no longer see anything but the colors that seemed to explode all around her, through her. No sound fell from her lips. It was as if the intensity of the pleasure her body was encountering had locked her vocal chords.

Shep seemed to have no such problem as she heard his harsh grunt as he slammed deep once more and held there giving little flexes of his hips as his cum filled the condom separating them. She could still feel the heat of his release and was amazed that the condom could hold all the pulses she could feel. Finally he shuddered and held still.

Slowly he kissed her feet, easing them back and under his arms until she could straighten them and drop them back down to the bed beside his knees. It had been too long since she had engaged in such acrobatic sex and she knew she would feel it in the morning. He eased her clenched hands from his shoulders and placing one hand at the base of his cock to hold the condom in place he pulled from her body.

Tiny tremors ran through her as he withdrew and her pussy pulsed, quivering in its suddenly empty state. She watched as he moved from the bed toward the bathroom not bothering to shut the door. Watched as he discarded the condom and turned the water on in the sink. Watched him shift his hips forward and wash his cock with a soapy hand and then rinse it under the running water. And realized that she had it bad when she found even that sensual.

She let her eyes drift closed and was startled when she felt the swipe of a cloth between her legs. She blinked open and watched as Shep cleaned her up before returning to the bathroom rinsing the cloth before hanging it to dry over the shower rod. He came to stand back by the bed and looked down at her.

“You mind if I sleep here tonight?” he asked.

Her heart gave a slow stutter before starting to beat fast again. With that one question she acknowledged that this was perhaps the only man she’d met in her life who had the potential to mean something to her, something important. It said a lot that he didn’t assume that since they’d had sex he could sleep with her. He took the time to ask. And he touched her in even deeper places inside her body, her heart and mind.

“I’d like that,” she whispered and she rolled so that he could pull the covers back on one side. She noticed that he waited until she’d rolled back over and slid under before he joined her there. He slipped one arm under her head and reclined back. He didn’t pull her to him, didn’t grab and move her. So she found herself shifting closer until her head rested on his chest. His arm wrapped around her and she felt the brush of his fingers through her hair.

They lay in silence for a long while and she thought maybe he had fallen asleep when he spoke.

“You’d already checked her computer,” he said and she nodded against his chest even though it wasn’t a question. “You knew that I wouldn’t find anything.”

“I didn’t think you would,” she agreed. “But I had to let you try, to see if maybe there was one tiny thing that I might have overlooked.”

“You’ve already been to the tavern and knew what the crowd would be like, and you’ve probably already spoken with Nicole,” he said.

“Yes,” she stated.

“Do you think Chloe is still alive?” he whispered.

She held her breath. He’d figured it out. That was why she had gone for help, that was why she’d heeded her friend’s advice and called Gil to see if she could get help from his friends.

“No,” she breathed and knew that he could feel her tears as they trailed down her cheeks to his chest.

He didn’t say anything, didn’t confirm or deny, but just held her, his hand stroking gently through her hair.

Her sister had been missing for four weeks. Four weeks. The police believed they were looking at a body recovery at this point. From the tape they knew her sister had been drugged. They didn’t know what she’d been given, no body, no evidence. But Stace had been around long enough to know that some women never woke up from the drug that knocked them out. She also knew better than most that the chance of finding someone decreased the longer they were missing.

She snuggled closer to Shep and let her fear pour out of her in a wash of silent tears.

Chapter Five

Stace awoke alone in the bed. The spot where Shep had been was cool to her touch. She was a little disappointed. She had wanted to wake to a warm man in her bed and maybe take advantage of the thick morning wood most sported upon rising. Shep had already proven to be a fantastic lover and her body ached in great ways this morning.

She felt the smile on her lips and then was drowned in a wave of guilt. Here she was thinking of a man. She lusted after him. She liked him, really liked him. And her sister was still missing. The guilt poured over her. Guilt for so many things. It seemed like there were so many things that she had done wrong when it came to her sister.

She had gone back to the Marine Corp when their parents died and left Chloe to be taken care of by others. Stace had come back and Chloe had moved in with her but even then Stace had gone off on “business trips” for periods of time. The longest recovery had lasted six weeks. So even when she was here, she wasn’t.

How ironic was it that her sister was missing? She recovered things for a living, people, documents, things. That was what she did and she was damn good at it. Many had not wanted her to retire but you could only live on the edge for so long. She had finally made the decision to settle down and stay home, get to know her sister and hopefully become close friends. And now this.

She rolled out of bed and padded to the bathroom. She needed a shower, needed to clear her head. There was very little in her life that she really cared about. She had one really close friend who was retiring with her and she had her sister. She turned the water on with a hard turn. She was angry now. This was her fucking job. So why couldn’t she find her sister?

There wasn’t a single clue left behind to point in the right direction, in any direction. If she had been here when it happened maybe, but there was nothing left to look at when she returned. She knew the cops had done everything they could. She knew that, and yet she felt like maybe if she’d been here, they wouldn’t still be looking. The first twenty-four hours were the most critical when it came to finding a missing or kidnapped person. Chloe’s first twenty-four hours? Stace had been in another country working on finding someone else.

She stepped into the shower and just let the water run over her. It was a little hotter than she usually set it but she didn’t care. It felt so good. She stood right under the spray so that her head was beneath it. She felt cool air, heard the slide of the door and then felt the man take up the space in the shower with her.

His hand reached around and adjusted the water temperature. “Scalding yourself isn’t going to accomplish anything,” he said but all she could focus on was the way his hard body felt against hers.

“I like hot water,” she told him but leaned back into him enjoying the way his thick cock rubbed against the small of her back.

“So do I,” Shep agreed reaching his hands around to palm and squeeze her breasts. “But I’d like some skin left when we get out of here.”

She grinned, arching back into him pressing her breasts more fully into his hands. He brushed his thumbs over her nipples making them harder and harder with each touch.

She lifted her arms to curl around his neck and turned her head up to him. His lips touched hers softly and his tongue flicked out to trace over her bottom lip. He nipped it with his teeth and she groaned opening up. He slid his tongue into her mouth rubbing it erotically along hers leading her into his mouth. When her tongue slipped inside he wrapped his lips around it and sucked at it. The act sent tingles rushing through her body straight to her nipples and clit.

He alternated between caressing her tongue with his and sucking her tongue and she was almost purring like a well stroked pussy cat. His hands had moved so that he could pinch and tug at her nipples with his fingers. He had bent his knees just a bit so that his cock rubbed between the crease of her ass cheeks and for the first time she realized that he already had a condom on.

She pulled from his kiss and started to lean forward but he stopped her and turned her to face him. “No,” he breathed. “I want to watch your face when you come.”

The man should be illegal. She gripped his shoulders as he bent and cupped her ass lifting her and turning so her back was against the wall of the shower. He stepped in to her and she raised her legs to grip his hips. He held her with ease even managing to slip one hand from her ass long enough to guide his swollen cock to her pussy. Then holding her gaze he slammed home. She arched her back and cried out.

He pounded into her body and it was just what she needed, exactly how she needed it. She licked her lips and he leaned his head in giving her another of his mind-numbing kisses. All she could do was feel. Her body was alive with sensual pleasure. The cool of the wall was the perfect contrast to the heat of the man and water that washed over them both.

She kept her eyes open this time without him asking. She held his gaze through the kiss and it did seem to intensify the moment. She had no idea that visualization could be such an intensifier when it came to sex. But it was. Everything seemed more, just more, when you were looking into your partner’s eyes. He was spoiling her to ever have sex with anyone else.

One wicked hand slipped around again and she felt his fingers on her clit. First just brushing over it in tiny circles that were steadily growing firmer and firmer. Her breathing picked up and it felt like electricity was coursing under her skin sending pulses to all the right places. He read her like a book and knew just when to increase the pressure. Yet another perk of holding each other’s gaze?

The firm circles turned to soft pinches followed by brief tugs that kept increasing in pressure until she could feel the rush of orgasm. It hit her like another wave of water only this one was much hotter than the spray of the shower had ever been and had her much wetter in the right place. Shep kept fucking her harder and faster, his cock pounding inside her cunt keeping her right on the high of orgasm. The power of his blue eyes was the only thing that kept her eyes open and fastened on his at this point. His breath was coming just as hard and fast as hers was and she knew he was very close.

He moved his hand from her clit back to cup her ass and the pace amazingly increased more. She’d never had it so hard, so fast, or taken a cock so deep inside except with Shep. He gritted his teeth and she could see the veins in his neck as he joined her. His skin was flushed from more than the hot water, which was cooling by the minute. His eyes were bright blue and so filled with pleasure that she actually felt as if it was hers too. She clung to him, held him tight, leaning in to rest her head on his shoulder as they both shuddered and gasped for air.

She could still feel the pulse of his cock as he continued to spill into the condom and she honestly resented the sheath that kept that heated wash from her. Never had she wanted to feel a man skin on skin without the safety of a condom. So why was he different? Why was she different with him?

“Now that is the way to start off your day,” she breathed and he chuckled giving her a quick kiss before helping her to lower to the floor forcing him even deeper and leaving them both gasping for air again.

Slowly he pulled free of her tight grip and holding the condom snug to his body with one hand used the other to turn the water off. He opened the door and stepped out discarding the condom and grabbing a towel then wrapping it around his waist before grabbing another and turning to her. She moved onto the mat and wanted to purr again as he briskly moved the towel over her skin drying all the water from her. He reached back to the stack she kept in the bathroom and tossed her one to use on her hair, which was hanging in wet ropes down her back.

She smiled as he wrapped the first towel around her toga style and tucked the end into her cleavage to keep it on. He moved out the door toward her bedroom and she just did what she would normally do. She bent over at the waist and briskly rubbed and squeezed the towel in her hair trying to get as much water as possible out of it. Shep’s voice came from the doorway making her smile again.

“Now that is a sight to view every morning,” his voice was husky again and she loved the sound of it.

“I’m hoping we didn’t send Griff screaming from the house,” she said laughing.

“He left earlier,” Shep said as she flipped her hair up and turned to face him while still squeezing the towel in her hair. He was reclined in the doorway just watching her, sexy and comfortable in nothing but a towel.

“Where is he off to?” she asked finally tossing the towel toward the hamper and reaching for her brush and a hair band.

“Today is his nephew’s first birthday and frankly, his sister would kill him if he missed it,” Shep offered his eyes still glued to her every move.

“Is he heading back today or tomorrow?” she asked pulling her hair back into a high ponytail and putting it up. She reached for the moisturizer on her counter and rubbed it on her face.

“I told him we’d call him later and let him know if we needed him to come back or not,” Shep said and she noticed something in his eyes that had her pulse picking up.

“What else?” she queried.

“I’ve made another call to a friend and they’re willing to offer what help they can,” Shep answered.

“So why am I getting an uncertain vibe from you?” Stace asked.

Shep sighed and turned to move back into the bedroom so she followed him.

“Ally has a gift that some people don’t understand,” Shep offered.

“Okay,” she replied. “What kind of gift? Is she psychic or something?” she asked jokingly but she could tell from his silent frown that she had hit dead-on.

“Ally has been able to help in several cases with the police and with us,” Shep said. “With all the dead ends we’ve encountered so far I didn’t see the harm in giving her a call.”

She watched his eyes and saw past the frown to the uncomfortable way he didn’t meet her gaze this time. That was a huge tell for a man who demanded it. “Is she your girlfriend? A past girlfriend?” she asked her stomach clenching. He had said that he was single and she didn’t see him as one who would lie just for sex.

“No,” Shep said. “Ally is a great friend, engaged to my best friend.”

“But,” Stace prompted when he didn’t finish what she felt was a still open sentence.

He sighed and ran his fingers through his wet hair. He reached for his boxer briefs and dropped his towel before pulling them up his legs and on. “We have a different kind of relationship,” he admitted.

“How different?” she asked still not sure what he was getting at. She took his lead though and started pulling clothes from her drawers and closet and began dressing.

“Blake and I have been friends longer than either of us has known Ally,” Shep said. “It was almost love at first sight for Blake ignited by a lot of lust.”

“And you lusted for her too?” she asked.

“Yes, and no,” Shep answered and sighed again, his fingers working through his hair once more. Stace had to hide a grin. Obviously he wasn’t sure how she was going to take what he had to tell her. Which meant that it was more than just sex for him or it wouldn’t matter to him. But he actually seemed to care what she thought, how she took what he was about to share. Share? That was a thought.

“Do you have a little ménage relationship with your best friend and his fiancée?” she asked and the look in his eyes answered for him.

“We did,” he answered. “But I haven’t been with them that way in a long time now. It was clear to me that they had something special and I didn’t want to be a third wheel in that.”

“You wanted it for yourself,” she said reading it so clearly in his eyes. “Yet, you remain good friends and somehow having fucked you I’m certain she wouldn’t say no if you wanted to join them again.”

He was over to her gripping her arms and pulling her close before she finished the last word. “Fucked? Is that all we’ve done?”

“It’s been what, Shep, two days,” she replied. “Not even that fully yet. What do you want from me?”

“I’d like to think I was more than a good fuck,” he said.

He was. Incredible. Magnificent. The best fuck of her life. She sighed. “I’ve got a lot going on right now,” she said.

“And you feel guilty for having me, being with me while your sister is still missing,” he replied.

“I don’t know what I feel,” she stated. “I’m a fountain of emotions right now and I’m not used to that.”

“It is hard to be detached when it’s family,” he agreed. “Or when you might feel something you never have before.”

Her gaze locked with his and slowly she nodded. “I do feel something,” she admitted. “But you are an amazing sexual feast,” she said. “Let’s just get through this without labeling it right now.”

He grinned and it was wicked and hot. “An amazing sexual feast, huh.” He wiggled his eyebrows making her laugh.

“You have to know how amazing you are,” she said. “And I lose myself when I’m with you. I’ve never had sex like this before.”

If anything his grin grew bigger and she shook her head laughing. “So is there still something between the three of you sexually?” she asked.

“Yes and no,” Shep replied.

“Can you ever just say one or the other?” she asked.

“Well, I did say that I haven’t been with them in a long time,” he answered.

“But the offer to is still open,” she stated and he nodded. Honestly she wasn’t jealous. Yet. It would be interesting to meet this woman, Ally. Obviously Shep felt something for her. Plus it would be intriguing to actually meet the last woman to have slept with him, to have felt his amazing cock. And the idea of two men at the same time. Hell, she might enjoy that herself.

“When will she get here?” she asked. She wondered if Ally would want a little three play without her fiancée around? She had to admit that now that the thought was in her head she couldn’t get it out. She’d never been with another woman before but the idea was just as intriguing as being with two men. She had to stop thinking like that or she would be a wet mass of hormones again begging Shep to fuck her one more time. And thinking of Shep made her realize that she didn’t want anyone else right now.

“This evening,” Shep said. “I told her to pack an overnight bag.” He was watching her and she wondered if he thought she would be mad or jealous. She just smiled and nodded.

“Okay,” she sat down to pull her shoes on and Shep did the same. He was still watching her as if he didn’t trust her relaxed acceptance.

“Nicole should be here soon,” she said as they both stood. “I’ll let you take lead and ask the questions this time. In fact I’ll move to the other room after introductions are made. I don’t want to influence what she says or what you ask in any way. We can compare notes after, see if anything different came up with you.”

“Sounds good,” Shep agreed. But before she could move to the door and out of the bedroom he pulled her close again and took her mouth with another scorching kiss that she felt all the way to her toes.

“Not that I’m complaining, but what was that for?” she asked breathless again.

“Just because,” he said with a smile on his lips.

She was smart enough to know that it was to assure her that she had nothing to fear with Ally coming here. If he only knew the things going through her mind he would be the one scared.

Chapter Six

Shep hadn’t been able to find out anything new from Nicole. In fact the entire day was a bust. Nicole had told Shep the same things she had shared with Stace. Chloe didn’t normally stop at the tavern so her Friday night visit had been impulse. They didn’t go there preferring to go out closer to the college they both went to and hanging with friends.

Nicole had started crying then and Stace had felt those tears as if they were hers. Nicole had looked her right in the eyes and asked if she thought there was any chance that Chloe could still be alive. Stace wanted to believe that there was a possibility, didn’t want to take the hope away from Nicole. But she couldn’t lie either. So taking a deep breath she shook her head and felt a pain in her heart as Nicole seemed to fold in on herself and her crying turned to hard sobs.

Stace stood for a moment, uncertain as she had never been before then finally stepped up to the chair Nicole was sitting in. Nicole had latched onto her immediately wrapping her arms around her waist and burying her head in Stace’s belly. Stace just held Nicole, letting the girl pour her grief out. It was hard to admit but Nicole was probably more of a sister to Chloe then Stace had ever been.

When Nicole inally left, Stace had needed to get out, to do something, and thankfully Shep had understood. They had gone to the police station and talked to the lead investigator again. Shep had been great, putting everyone at ease and they had eventually been able to speak to the officer who was first on the scene. Shep had even taken the time to hunt down and speak directly with the 9-1-1 operator who had answered the call. Still, nothing. No “aha this is what I missed” moment. Nothing to point them in a new direction, hell any direction. Nothing. And four weeks was quickly turning into five.

How did a woman just disappear and no one have any idea where or why? There had been no other reported cases of woman drugged in the area. Which didn’t mean that it hadn’t happened, just that it hadn’t been reported. But it also meant that no one had died from an attempted date rape drug gone wrong either. There would definitely be a record of that.

“Ally will be here soon,” Shep said breaking her out of her thoughts. “Maybe she’ll be able to pick up on something and help.”

Yeah, the fiancée of his best friend whom he had fucked as well. A psychic who could maybe channel her sister or her sister’s kidnapper and point them in a direction. Just what she needed. And that bitchy thought made her realize that she needed a moment alone. It was a good thing that this woman was willing to drop whatever she had going on in her life and offer to come help Stace. Stace knew that.

“I’m going to head up for a bit, Shep,” she said. “Take a nice long run on the treadmill and then hit the shower.”

He nodded seeming to understand that she needed some time to herself. He walked over to her and gave her a soft kiss on her forehead then ran his fingers over her cheek.

“I’ll take another look at the files and,” he glanced at the clock before turning back to her, “fire the grill up in another hour.”

“Sounds good,” she agreed and turned to mount the stairs.

Shep stopped her with a tug on her hand and she looked back at him.

“No matter what you think, Stace,” Shep said. “You are not to blame for this. Everything points to a random act and even had you been here you might not have been able to change things.”

“But I would have been there, in the first days and maybe I could have found her immediately,” Stace argued.

“Maybe is not a game to play,” Shep said. “There are a lot of maybes and what ifs and if you focus on those you’ll drive yourself crazy.”

“I know that,” she said.

“I know you do,” Shep said and gave her a piercing look. “You know it but you need to believe it. Sometimes bad things just happen for no apparent reason.”

She nodded. Knowing it didn’t make it any easier to accept. And with her background it was hard to believe that being here on the day her sister was taken wouldn’t have made a difference. But she hadn’t been and no matter how guilty she felt about that it couldn’t be changed.

She turned again and this time Shep didn’t stop her as she headed out the door and up the stairs. She would change and take a good long run before cooling off with a shower. Running always helped her clear her head which was why she kept a treadmill here at the house. A run and a shower and then it would be time to meet Ally and deal with the complications of that. She almost laughed. Her life was definitely never low-key.

* * * * *

Shep heard the car pull up and headed to the front of the house. He could hear the shower still running and groaned as he had to give up the thought of joining Stace in the water with an offer to wash her back and any other place she wanted him to. He sighed then, hoping that this meeting wouldn’t be as awkward as he feared. Blake was his best friend and if he was to have more than a casual affair with Stace then she would have to be comfortable. Friends like Blake were rare and he didn’t ever want to give up a friend for a woman.

And Ally was part of that friend package now. He remembered when he had first met her. He’d wished that he had met her first, that he had been the one to lay claim to her heart. But seeing her and Blake together he knew that the two of them were meant to be the couple they were. In fact that was why he had moved back from the two of them. He’d wanted to find what they shared for himself. It was too soon to tell if he had a chance of that with Stace but he was definitely hoping to have the opportunity to find out.

Stace was unlike any other woman he had dated. She was strong in every facet of the word. That was a big turn-on for him. She wasn’t clingy or bitchy or whiny. She seemed to be a woman who knew her mind and spoke it. She was definitely a woman he lusted after and wanted to see a hell of a lot more of. But already it seemed more than just lust. Maybe it was the seriousness of what he was helping her with, her sister’s kidnapping. He felt for her. Not empathy or sympathy but something more that made him think that she could be more than just a few nights of great sex.

He’d worked other missing persons cases, dealt with sisters, mothers, aunts, friends and plenty of them had been single and interested. But those women hadn’t even made an impression other than he felt contempt for anyone who would use something like that to try to get a man into her bed. Stace hadn’t tried to use the circumstance for her own purpose. She’d simply acknowledged the attraction and told him up front. Which had made him want her even more.

A truck door slammed and he came back to the present with a slow grin that quickly spread into a full-blown smile. Blake had come with Ally. That little twist would maybe help diffuse the first meeting. Stace would meet Ally and see that she was happily in love with Blake. He wasn’t sure what had prompted him to share the relationship he’d once engaged in with Blake and Ally, other than as perceptive as she was, Stace would have known something had gone on.

“So I hear you can’t handle something on your own and have to call my woman to come save your sorry ass,” Blake said as he and Ally walked up to the porch.

Shep just laughed especially as he watched Ally give Blake an elbow to the abdomen.

“Hey Shep,” she said and stepped right up to him, embracing him and lifting her face for a kiss. He brushed his lips over her forehead and gave her a squeeze.

“I’m glad you could come,” he said his glance meeting Blake’s. “Both of you.”

Blake nodded and wrapping his arm around Ally’s waist pulled her back against him while Shep turned to open the door. The shower wasn’t running so he knew Stace would be down soon. He held the door open while they walked in and led them over to the family-living room. It was almost laughable how comfortable he was in Stace’s home.

“All right, well bring us up to date on what’s going on,” Blake said taking a seat and pulling Ally down beside him. She just looked at Blake, shook her head and stood back up to cruise the room looking at the pictures and things in it.

“Missing woman,” Shep began. “Chloe Anders, age twenty-one. Five foot nine inches tall, approximately one hundred forty pounds with short brown hair and brown eyes.”

“Is this her?” Ally queried holding up a framed photo of Chloe and the friend he’d met earlier, Nicole.

“Yes,” Shep said.

“Attractive woman,” Ally said.

“Yes,” Shep answered and still the missing Chloe didn’t hold a candle to her sister.

“She’s been missing a little over four weeks now,” Shep continued. “Recorded 9-1-1 call shows she knew she’d been drugged or at least suspected she had and called for help. Help didn’t arrive in time. Call records at least two men’s voices and the sound of her being moved from the car.”

“The car is still here?” Ally asked.

“It is still with the police but Stace can pick it up any time,” Shep stated.

“Stace?” Blake asked and lifted a brow at Shep.

“Stace Anders,” Shep answered. “She is the sister of our missing woman.”

“And?” Ally prompted.

“Chloe is a nursing student in her third year,” Shep continued not answering what they were asking. How could he when he wasn’t sure yet either? “She stopped in unplanned, as far as we can learn, at Tark’s Tavern that night and sometime while there was given a Coke, which we suspect was drugged. Nothing left in or on the car. No one remembers seeing anything at the bar. Her best friend didn’t know she was stopping at Tark’s as it wasn’t a place they hung out at. Police searched, questioned and came up with a big fat nothing. It’s as if she just disappeared into thin air,” Shep said. “And so far we’ve found nothing either.”

“So really the only thing you even have to make you think she was taken was the 9-1-1 call?” Blake asked.

“Yeah,” Shep agreed. “Otherwise it would look like she just got out and walked away from her car.”

“I’d like to see the car,” Ally said. “I think that would be my best chance to connect with her.”

“I’m sure we can talk to Stace and see about picking it up tomorrow,” Shep said glancing at his watch. “I honestly didn’t think about it today when Stace and I were there or I would have suggested it then. The lot’s closed now.”

“So where is this Stace you keep referring to?” Blake asked.

“She took a run and then hit the shower,” Shep said. “I’m sure she’ll be down any minute. So did you two go to the birthday party?” He knew they had. Her cousin Ben was the dad and as the two cousins had only reunited in recent years Shep knew that Ally and Blake would have stopped in.

“Yes, I can’t believe that little Thomas is already a year old,” Ally smiled. “Katie had the house all decorated and the cake was so cute. She and her mom Katherine had everything perfect. Oh, and you missed the big announcement since you weren’t there.”

“What announcement?” Shep wanted to know. There was always something going on with one of them. The Danielses and the large extended Madigan family that he was part of seemed to always be in the middle of something.

“Well maybe we shouldn’t tell you. Maybe it would be better if you just learned about it when you head back home,” Ally said with a laugh.

“Just tell me that everything is okay,” Shep said.

“Yes, in fact things are wonderful,” Ally said with big grin. “Both Moira and Cass announced that they are pregnant.”

“What?” Shep said and then grinned like a loon too. Moira was the daughter of his boss Jack Madigan and Shep had known her since she was a teenager. She was like a sister to him. And the same could go for Moira’s best friend Cass. And both the women had married into the Daniels family. “That is fantastic news. I can’t wait to see them both when I get home. I’ll have to stop in at the club.”

Moira owned and operated a fitness club and Cass helped manage it. Both of them were fitness instructors as well. He wondered how they would juggle their pregnancies with the club but knew that those two would manage just fine. He felt like he was going to be an uncle. It was great news.

“What is fantastic news?” Stace asked as she walked into the room.

Shep turned to look at her and was struck again by just how naturally beautiful she was. Her dark brown hair was back in another ponytail and her flawless face was without makeup. Still she was the most beautiful woman he’d ever seen.

“Stace,” Shep said reaching his hand out to her and pulling her further into the room. “Meet Ally and Blake. Ally, Blake. Stace Anders.”

“It’s very nice to meet you,” Ally said as she stepped forward and took Stace’s hand. Stace noticed immediately that Ally was a very natural person. She could see by the way the couple looked at each other, by the way the carried themselves that they were very much in love.

And Ally wasn’t what she’d expected. The woman was dainty, maybe five feet even in her bare feet. She had long black hair that was braided down her back and big green eyes. She looked like a tiny fairy. And as Blake was as tall as Shep, it was hard to picture the woman in the middle of them.

“I’m glad that you agreed to come and see what you might be able to do to help,” Stace said. “I’ll take all I can get.”

“We’re sorry to hear about your sister,” Blake said as he stepped up to take her hand and shake it. “Hopefully Ally will be able to lock onto something.”

“I’m curious and tend not to keep my thoughts to myself,” Stace said. “How exactly does your psychic thing work?”

“I usually use an object that the other person has touched, or been in contact with in some way, something recent,” Ally said. “If I’m lucky then maybe I can use that object to find a connection with that person.”

“Have you ever not been able to make a connection?” Stace asked.

“Yes,” Ally said. Stace liked the way the woman didn’t defend her talent. It was easy to see that Ally was just herself and it was up to the person whether they believed her or not.

“Did you ever find out why you couldn’t connect on those times?” Stace queried.

“Because the person I was trying to connect with was already gone,” Ally said softly.

Stace knew what Ally meant. The person had been dead. “So will you two want a room of your own or will you be sharing with Shep?” she asked and only realized what she had said when dead silence filled the room. Shit she had been thinking that but hadn’t actually meant to say it out loud.

“Well, I did say that I had a hard time keeping my thoughts to myself,” Stace finally said. “I would apologize but it won’t change what I’ve just said.”

Ally smiled at her and reached her hand out. She didn’t touch her hand like a normal handshake but let her fingers connect with the watch Stace was wearing on her wrist. “Hmmm,” Ally said. “I’ve never thought of that.”

“What?” Blake asked and Shep was eying them all.

“Shep didn’t tell us that you two were sleeping together,” Ally said and Stace just raised her brow. “Which is unfair since he obviously told you about the three of us.”

“You could tell we were sleeping together by touching my watch?” Stace asked.

“No,” Ally laughed. “I could tell that the moment you walked into the room. It’s in the way you look at each other. I don’t usually touch people to get a read,” she laughed again. “Fortunately that’s not the way it works. Man that would suck.”

Stace got that. She had made a similar observation about Ally and Blake. And yeah it would suck if you couldn’t touch someone without being blasted by some type of psychic wave. “So what had you never thought of?”

“How awkward it could be to meet the woman Shep finally dated and have her know that I’ve had sex with him,” Ally replied.

“Apparently you’re a tart,” Stace said with a grin. “I’m the only one in the room who hasn’t been with you. But the night is young so there is hope yet. Who wants a beer?” Stace turned and headed toward the kitchen.

Ally threw her head back and laughed. “I like her,” she said. “I really like her.” And Stace heard her footsteps following, leaving the men alone in the other room.

Chapter Seven

Stace wasn’t surprised when Shep followed her into her room once they headed upstairs. Ally and Blake were settled into the second bedroom downstairs as she hadn’t changed the bedding in the room that Griff had stayed in. They’d ended up having a good night talking and she really liked Blake and Ally.

They were going to pick up her sister’s car tomorrow since that was what Ally wanted to see. Ally wanted the keys her sister had been using and the phone. Ally would wait at the house as she wanted everything in place before she did whatever it was she did and tried to connect with Chloe. Stace really prayed that it worked.

“Do they intend to sleep with me?” Shep said as soon as he closed the door but thankfully he was laughing. “I guess that’s one way to break the ice.”

Stace sighed. “I hadn’t planned on saying that but I’m not sorry that I did.”

He came over to her and pulled her close. “You make me laugh. You make me hotter and harder than any other woman I’ve ever known. And you melt my heart when you just let me hold you while you cry. You’re an amazing woman, Stace Anders.”

“I like you a lot too, Donavan Shepard,” Stace said.

“You remember that name, huh,” he said with a laugh.

“So why the nickname Shep, instead of something to do with Donavan?” she asked.

“Well for one we tend to go by last names in the military,” Shep said and Stace nodded knowing that well since she had been in the Marines herself. “Funny thing is that Chetan, you remember him?” Stace nodded. “Chetan is his middle name, Michael Chetan Donavan. So even after the military I stayed Shep and he became Chetan.”

Stace nodded. A lot of people she’d served with she still called or referred to by their last names. It was a hard habit to break.

“Now back to what I was saying,” Shep said leaning down to kiss her. His lips were smooth and soft and hers parted naturally to admit his tongue. He swept it inside touching and stroking every inch of her mouth and she sucked at it. When he finally pulled back they were both out of breath.

“I want a chance, Stace,” Shep said. “I think we can have more than just great sex. I’d like the chance to get to know you, to spend time together and see if there might be more here.”

“I’d like that too,” Stace said. “But I can’t make any promises. Finding Chloe comes first and when we do find her,” she sighed and her eyes closed briefly. “When we find her I will have to deal with that.” If her sister was still alive she would need healing and Stace meant to be there like she hadn’t been in the past. If her sister wasn’t alive, well then she would have to deal with that as well.

Shep nodded. “I understand that. I can help or I can wait,” he said. “What I don’t plan to do is just go away.”

“I’m glad,” Stace answered honestly. She was so glad that she’d met Shep though she really wished that it had been under other circumstances. She would love to see her sister around Shep. Chloe would like him just because Stace never had a boyfriend around. Chloe would get a kick out of that.

“I’m not sure how I feel about your suggestion though,” Shep said and she looked up at him. “About sleeping with Ally. You don’t strike me as the type.”

Stace laughed as she was sure he had intended. “I don’t know, Ally is very beautiful, and sex is sex.”

“You really think so?” he asked as he moved into her letting her feel every inch of his long hard body against hers. “Think it would be just as good with a woman?” he whispered the question as he nibbled his way from her ear down the column of her neck.

“I don’t think it would be as good with another man,” she replied and he pulled back to grin down at her again. She hadn’t exactly meant to say that out loud either.

“You make me feel ten feet tall,” he said and took her mouth again. This time it was soft and slow like he was making love to her mouth.

His hands slid down to the hem of her t-shirt and they broke apart long enough for him to pull it over her head. He was back quickly, his hands touching all of her bare skin as his mouth went back to feed from hers. She wanted to feel his skin, wanted the brush of his chest hair over her skin. There was just something so erotic about a man rubbing his chest hair over her nipples. The sensation was incomparable.

She started at the bottom button of his shirt and began undressing him. The slip of each button revealed more flesh for her hands to touch and explore. She needed to taste him. Pulling from his kiss she shoved him back until his knees hit the bed then kept pushing until he sat with a chuckle. Quickly she freed the rest of the buttons and practically tore it from his back.

She urged him back onto the bed following him down. Briefly she kissed his lips before slipping lower over his jaw and down his neck to his broad shoulders. She loved the taste of his skin. The salty flavor exploded over her tongue with each nibble and suck. She found a flat nipple and scraped it with her teeth. She felt Shep flex beneath her, heard his groan. She sucked the nipple into her mouth and then nipped it before moving on to the other one.

He had one hand pulling her hair free from the ponytail and the other was rubbing over her jean-clad ass. He made her so hot. She moved down his rock-hard stomach tracing each ridge of muscle with her tongue. She followed the trail of blond body hair down to his button-fly jeans and her hands got busy again. He was more than ready and even while her hands were busy her mouth was already exploring each hard inch as it was revealed.

She sucked him through his boxer briefs and Shep groaned and she could feel his abs rippling above her head. Finally she had the fly spread wide and gently tugged his briefs down enough so that his cock sprang free. She immediately laved the head of his cock and then sucked it into her mouth. She didn’t want to take her time. She wanted to suck him deep into the back of her throat until he came spilling his taste into her mouth.

She let her hand stroke up and down his shaft while she sucked and tongued the tip. She was so hungry for him and she could tell that her excitement was building his even higher. She opened her mouth and followed the glide of her hand letting the head of his cock brush the back of her throat before sliding back up off him. Once more she wrapped tight around the head and sucked hard at it while her hand stroked. Again and again she followed this pattern until Shep was breathing hard. He had one hand gripping her hair holding it out of her face so he could watch her while the other softly brushed her cheek.

She let her eyes connect with his and held that connection while she took his length again. This time she took him into the back of her throat and swallowed around him. She had to fight her gag reflex but she did it and then she did it again and again.

“I’m about to come,” Shep moaned and she moved her mouth back to the tip and sucked greedily at his flesh.

His whole body felt like a tightened bow and then with a groan from him she felt the first splash fill her mouth. She swallowed quickly and sucked for more. Two more spurts filled her mouth before she felt his body sort of melt into the mattress beneath him. She didn’t want to give his flesh up, wanted to keep sucking, keep him hard and get more of his cum. But he was already tugging gently at her hair to get her to release him. Reluctantly she lifted her mouth and instead placed a trail of soft kisses along his lower abdomen.

Shep took a deep breath and the next thing she knew his hands gripped her beneath both arms and pulled her up to lie against his chest. He kissed her softly on the lips and she felt his hands undoing the back clasp on her bra. She lifted one arm at a time so that he could pull the straps free and then with a tug she got her earlier wish and his chest hair was against her nipples. She rubbed against him and her nipples got harder and tighter with each pass.

With a quick move Shep reversed their positions and she was on her back beneath him on the bed.

“My turn,” he said but as his lips moved down her throat toward her chest she thought it was more like her turn.

He moved his lips and teeth along her collarbone to her breasts and she’d never realized how sensitive the undersides of her breasts were until she felt his tongue and then his teeth there. It was almost more sensitive to touch than her nipples were. Almost. Then his mouth was moving up one breast until his lips wrapped around one tight bud and sucked hungrily at it.

She was arching off the bed, gasping and moaning as he worked between the two nipples making both hard wet nubs of sensation. His teeth scraped then nipped lightly before his tongue soothed over them. Then he was sucking again before moving over to the other one. God, she could come just from this treatment alone. It felt like there was a string connecting her pussy to her nipples and each deep pull had her cunt clenching in need.

When he finally moved from her breasts down over her taut stomach she was so close to the edge already. His mouth skimmed her abs stopping and paying avid attention to her bellybutton while she felt his hands working on the button and zipper of her jeans. He shifted from her and she lifted her hips as he gripped her jeans and panties and pulled both down and off her legs so that she was completely naked. His eyes were just as hot a caress as his hands and mouth were.

“You are sweet perfection,” he breathed as he fell to his knees in front of her.

He helped her move lower so that her hips were right at the edge of the bed. He spread her legs and she maneuvered to drape them over his shoulders as he lowered his head to her dripping wet pussy. He used the fingers of one hand to spread the lips of her sex and ran his tongue from her opening all the way up to brush over her engorged clit.

“Shep,” she cried out as he continued this torture. She wanted to feel him, any part of him, inside her clenching channel. She wanted his mouth paying homage to her clit. Most of all she wanted to come.

One finger slid into her pussy pumping slow and easy as he kept a constant licking over her clit. It was torture of the most erotic kind. She dug her head into the bed rolling it back and forth as he continued. One finger finally became two and his lips wrapped around the bud and sucked gently on it, too gently. He seemed to be taking his time, savoring and enjoying her. She wanted him to dive in and drive her up and over the edge quickly.

His lips moved down and his fingers were pulled free. Before she could beg he had switched their position and now his thumb rubbed slow firm circles over her clit while his tongue played at her opening. He rimmed and flicked her for several moments before slowly pushing his speared tongue inside her. Her pussy clenched as it had around his fingers trying to hold him there. She felt his lips covering her opening as he thrust his tongue in and out.

Slowly he sucked at her and it was incredible. He flattened his tongue inside and began twisting it around rubbing her walls. The pressure of his thumb grew firmer. He went back and forth between the tongue-fucking and the suction and she was twisting and thrashing. She could feel the pleasure mounting inside her and knew that she was very close to orgasm.

His finger joined his thumb and now he was tugging and pinching her clit. He went back to fucking her with his tongue. It was wicked the way he used it. He flicked, rubbed and plunged and with a long low moan she was coming. He sucked her juices into his mouth before plunging his tongue deep once more and rubbing about for more. He went back to soft slow caresses easing her down from the extreme high she’d been on until finally he pulled back completely and placed a kiss on her thigh.

“Think you can handle a little more?” he asked with a wicked grin and stood so that she could see how hard his cock was again.

“Always,” she agreed knowing that with him that word was true. She’d never felt so connected to a man so quickly. It was like they’d been together a lot longer than the few days it had actually been.

Shep shoved his jeans and boxer briefs down his legs and kicked them off as he reached over and snagged a condom from the supply they’d left on the nightstand. “Can you move over onto your hands and knees?” he queried as he ripped it open and rolled the protection over his cock.

She smiled and easily turned over onto her belly before coming up to her hands and knees. She eased back with his hands to guide her until she felt the edge of the bed with the bottom of her kneecap and the brush of his hard abs against her ass. Oh, yeah, this was one of her favorite positions. The penetration and angle were incredible. The depth he could reach inside her and the way his hands felt even now as he gripped her hips was making her pussy weep again in anticipation of that first amazing stroke.

He didn’t disappoint. No long tease this time. They had already taken care of that with the oral sex they’d enjoyed with one another. She felt him lodge against her opening and then with a hard surge forward his cock filled every inch of her pussy and had her hands clenching in the bedcovers beneath her. Her head snapped up, her back arching, lifting her pussy just a bit higher for his next thrust.

Hard and fast and so fucking deep his cock possessed her, thrilled her, owned her. She loved the way his abs brushed against her ass with every hard stroke, loved the way his hands clenched on her hips. She was pressing back into him meeting his thrusts. She clenched her inner muscles around him with every outward pull and it was driving them both to the edge quickly.

She felt one hand move and those fingers dipped between them rubbing her clit and slit and she knew she was drenching him. He moved the hand back up and she cried out as she felt the first brush of his finger at her anus. He lubed her with her juices and soon he was breaching her there, pressing his finger inside her ass and rubbing, igniting new sensations and nerves. She was panting, gasping for air as her body became a conduit for the electric pleasure coursing from him to her.

She came with a hard cry, her pussy gripping and rippling around his surging cock, her ass clenching on his finger. She moaned his name as he kept thrusting his cock harder and faster, working to join her in orgasm. With a cry that had to shake the house he held his cock buried deep inside her and she could feel the heat of his cum through the condom that separated them. She loved the way he buried his cock as deep as possible and gave tiny pulses of his hips as he came.

Slowly he eased behind her and with a gentle pat to her ass he pulled free of the snug grip of her cunt. She collapsed onto her stomach and watched lazily as he moved around the bed to the bathroom door. There was something so intimate about watching as he removed and discarded the condom, watching as he turned the water on and washed his cock in the sink. It was weird but somehow watching that seemed very intimate to her which was laughable considering there should be nothing more intimate than sex.

He turned to see her watching and gave a grin as he headed to the bed wet washcloth in hand. She tried to follow him with her eyes as he moved back around to where her legs were dangling half off the bed. He gently rolled her over and using the cloth cleaned the aftermath of the great sex they’d just shared from her flesh. She just lay there letting him take care of her. One of these times she was going to have to be the one to go get something to clean him up but this felt too good right now.

She must have closed her eyes and started to drift. She fluttered her eyes open as he lifted her into his arms and she held onto his neck as he used one arm to pull the covers back. He maneuvered them under the covers and pulled the sheet up over them. She snuggled into his chest while he ran one hand up and down her spine. She knew it was more than just sex between them and to be honest that scared her in a way that no other man ever had.

“Go to sleep,” he encouraged. “Tomorrow may be the hardest day so far.”

She nodded and closed her eyes. Tomorrow they would see if Ally could give them a lead, a direction that would point them toward where her sister was. And God help her but she just wanted a direction, wanted to find her sister and finally know exactly what had happened to Chloe.

Chapter Eight

Stace had made a call to the police department and let Shep and Blake go pick the car up while she and Ally stayed at the farmhouse. Her nerves were raw this morning. She remembered all the times she had told family members that she needed them to stay calm, remembered how sometimes she would get frustrated with what she saw as their lack of control. Now she understood all too well. It was hard when it was your family member missing.

“So you and Shep seem awfully chummy,” Ally said and Stace knew the other woman was trying to get her mind off what they may or may not find.

“I like him,” Stace admitted, turning to look at Ally.

“I love him,” Ally said and then laughed at Stace’s raised brows. “Not romantically. Like a best friend, like family. You know that I’ve slept with him and, as you have too, you know that he is an amazingly attentive lover. But I never gave him back what he gave. It was always Blake for me, from the very beginning. Shep knew that. But you can’t truly know Shep, know the man he is, and not love him. He is just amazing.”

“Yes, he is amazing,” Stace agreed.

“I’m hoping that you’ll come back to Legacy and get to know everyone,” Ally continued. “Shep has an amazing extended family. I know you met several of the guys when you went in to the offices. But you need to meet them out of office. Meet the wives and family.”

Stace sighed. “I’d like that. I really would. But I don’t know what the next few days, the next few weeks are going to bring. I don’t know where Shep and I are headed.”

“But you do know that the two of you are headed somewhere,” Ally said. “That says something right there.”

Stace laughed. “I like you, Ally. Perhaps I shouldn’t but I really do.”

“If you didn’t like every woman who slept with a man you dated then you wouldn’t have many friends,” Ally said and laughed as well. “Hell, I know Blake didn’t learn all his moves with me,” she grinned and wiggled her brows. “But he sure has perfected them with me.”

Stace laughed again. “Can I ask you something?”

Ally smiled. “Yeah, go ahead.”

“What is it like? Being able to do what you do?” Stace said.

“It is a gift and a curse,” Ally answered. “People want to use you and yet often treat you like you have the plague once it is all said and done.”

“Some people can’t handle what they don’t understand,” Stace offered.

“You’re right,” Ally said. “I never made friends easily. I was mostly a loner before I met Blake. Blake,” she sighed. “Well, meeting him changed my life.”

“It sounds like you are very happy now,” Stace said.

“I’m fantastic,” Ally said. “I was worried about making so much noise last night but I heard you guys after we were done so…” Ally let her sentence dangle, a grin covering her face.

Stace blushed, could actually feel her face flushing with warmth. “Yeah, well,” she sighed. “Crap. To be honest I wasn’t even thinking about you being in the house.”

Ally started laughing and Stace couldn’t help but join in. Ally had successfully helped her to relax and get her mind to quit obsessing over what they were going to do today. It was still there but it wasn’t controlling her like it had been. Ally would make a great friend.

“Just so that you know where I stand from the beginning,” Ally continued after they both were able to stop laughing. “I’m not going to let you sleep with Blake to make us even.”

Stace laughed again. “I believe I said that you were the common denominator between us all, and I was the only one who hadn’t been with you.”

“Hmmm,” Ally replied. “I’ve never been with another woman. I promise I’ll keep it in mind.”

Stace shook her head and grinned. “Yeah, I’m sure Blake and Shep wouldn’t mind that.”

“Good grief,” Ally said. “They’d either want to watch or have video or pictures.”

Stace nodded her head and they were both laughing again. When they finally recovered from that laughing spree Stace turned and gave Ally a hug.

“Thanks, Ally,” she said.

“You’re welcome,” Ally replied.

Stace tensed as she heard an engine and knew that Shep and Blake were back with her sister’s car. What would they find? Would they find anything?

“Breathe,” Ally told her giving her another squeeze before stepping back and looking up into Stace’s eyes. “Just breathe.”

Stace gave a shaky sigh. “Is that for me or you?” Stace said noticing that Ally looked a little nervous as well.

Ally smiled softly. “Both of us.”

It was then that Stace realized that Ally really cared. She couldn’t imagine what it must be like to do what Ally could do. Touch something and connect with a person who had touched that object. Ally called it both a blessing and a curse. Stace hoped today was more of a blessing.

Ally took her hand and held it firmly in hers. “Ready?”

“As ready as you are,” Stace replied and Ally just softly smiled and, still holding her hand, they walked out the door toward where Shep and Blake were getting out of the cars.

Both men immediately headed toward the two women and Stace felt like part of a couple when she watched Blake wrap his arms around Ally and pull her close and felt Shep do the same to her. For a moment they all just stood there on the porch looking at Chloe’s little compact. Blake took Ally’s hand and led her off the porch toward where the car was parked.

“How does this work?” Stace quietly asked Shep.

“Ally will do her best to form a connection with your sister,” Shep said. “She can do this with anything your sister has touched but she wants to form as strong a connection as she can so she wants to use the last thing we know of that Chloe touched. You just have to make sure that whatever she sees or doesn’t see, you can’t touch her or it breaks the connection.”

Stace watched as Blake opened the door of the car and noticed how Ally slipped into the seat without touching anything. Ally closed her eyes and appeared to take a deep breath.

“Let’s move closer,” Shep said and taking her hand they both moved to the car standing inches from where Ally now sat. Stace had never held hands so much in her life. It almost made her laugh but the situation was too serious for the nervous laughter.

Stace watched, entranced. One of Ally’s hands hovered over the steering wheel while she held the other out for the keys Blake held in his hands. Her eyes were still closed and Stace realized what Blake had been waiting for when Ally nodded, her eyes still squeezed tight.

Everything seemed to go so fast after that. The keys hit Ally’s palm the same second her hand closed on the wheel and Stace couldn’t have torn her eyes away if she needed to. Ally had made a connection.

Ally sat carefully in the car not allowing her hands to touch anything. She wanted to secure as strong a connection as she could. She closed her eyes and tried to center her thoughts on the task ahead. She visualized the missing woman, Chloe Anders, and took several deep cleansing breaths. One hand hovered over the steering wheel of the car while the other was held out palm up. When she nodded Blake would drop the keys into the palm of her hand.

She nodded. The keys hit her palm just as her other hand wrapped around the wheel. The world tilted and spun and Ally was no longer in a car.

The air was thick and warm. Heat surrounded her, seeming to come from everywhere.

“She’s in a room. It’s closed in. Small but crowded. A man is there. She’s afraid of him. No, that’s wrong. She’s intimidated by him.” Ally shook her head concentrating. “What do you expect?” she yelled. Chloe’s words, not hers. “I’m a nursing student not a doctor. These people need a doctor. I don’t know what’s wrong. I don’t know what to do. They need fresh air. They need to be bathed. I can’t do it all myself.” Ally looked through Chloe’s eyes and what she saw appalled her. “There are at least twenty-five people in the room. Some of them are just children. They’re speaking Spanish. They’re sick, very sick. Fever. The heat is from fever. It surrounds her. Whatever they have she’s getting as well. She’s tired, exhausted and now she’s running a fever too. They keep spreading it back and forth. As soon as she gets one fever-free another one has it. She can’t seem to keep ahead of whatever they’re passing.”

Ally tried to focus on where Chloe was, anything she could see that might lead them to her. “A cabin. They’re in a cabin somewhere. He knows. He knows that she is getting sick. He touches her forehead. He’s cursing. He’s mad, furious. Yelling. He’s worried about her. He scoops her up and is carrying her out of the cabin. Woods. It’s in the middle of a heavily wooded area. Trees everywhere. Thick with trees. Cabins. So many cabins. Can’t focus. So hot, hard to breath. So hot.

“Why did you take me?” Chloe’s words again and the link was strong enough that Ally could hear his response.

“Because I love you, Chloe,” he whispered. “I’ve loved you since the day I met you.”

“Fear.” Ally thrashed her head against the back of the seat though in her head it was against a strong masculine chest. “His cabin. His room. His bed. Don’t touch. Hot. So hot. Water. Please. I need water. His hands on my skin, tugging, stripping. Air. There’s air, so cool.”

Ally could feel the hand running a wet cloth over Chloe’s bare skin. Could hear the soothing voice whispering words of apology and love. She could feel the fever raging through Chloe’s body, the heat of it behind her eyes burning them. The heat on her breath like a fire-breathing dragon. He leaned forward, closer and closer until she felt his lips touch Chloe’s.

Like a bolt of lightning the connection was made and he was seeing her, Ally, and the connection she had made with Chloe. He knew she was there, seeing through Chloe’s eyes. And in that moment Ally could see in his head, could see what he was doing and why.

He reeled back hands fisted at his sides and yelled, “No!”

A force hit Ally crashing into her like a brick wall and she screamed. Hands grabbed her hand and with a jolt she slammed back into her body. She vaguely heard someone curse and the touch left her skin. Her breathing was ragged. She was gasping for air and she still felt surrounded by heat, as if the temperature raged in her body. And then she felt nothing as she passed out.

Blake and Shep both cursed as Stace reached out and touched Ally when the scream left her throat. Shep pulled Stace back but it was too late. Even as they continued watching Ally passed out cold. Blake cursed again and scooped in to lift his fiancée up into his arms and headed toward the house.

“What?” Stace said looking at Shep in confusion. “What happened?”

“You touched her,” Shep said. “Remember that I told you no matter what happened not to touch her?”

“She was screaming,” Stace all but yelled at him. “What the hell was I supposed to do?”

“You were supposed to listen and let her hold the connection as long as she could,” Shep said.

“I…” Stace shook her head. She’d never seen anything like that, never seen someone so deep in a trance that they seemed to be someone else. It had scared the hell out of her.

Shep pulled her to his chest and hugged her close. “I know.”

“She’s alive, Shep,” Stace whispered against his shoulder. “Sick but alive.”

“Yes,” he agreed. “When Ally wakes up she’ll be a little weak but tends to recover quickly once she’s awake. She’ll be able to tell us more then.”

“She said cabins,” Stace said. “That there were cabins everywhere. I’m drawing a blank. I can’t think of any place like that.”

“We’ll look online at camping sites,” Shep said leading the way to the front door, Stace’s hand held firmly in his. “That many cabins, it has to be a camping ground or some other outdoorsy place that would keep a number of cabins.”

“She’s sick,” Stace said again. “She has whatever those people have. Spanish-speaking? About twenty-five of them? Some only children? What the hell is my sister caught up in?”

“It sounds like trafficking, human trafficking,” Shep replied. “Unfortunately it happens a lot. People tend to be surprised when it shows up in their area, especially if they don’t live on a coast or near the Mexican border. But sadly a lot of people are taken and shipped farther inland in trucks. They’re treated no better than animals.”

“Jesus,” Stace exclaimed. “Human trafficking here. You know I’ve spent so many years going to other countries and rescuing people from similar situations. Usually Americans that either were in the wrong place at the wrong time, or related to or dating the wrong people. And all I ever had to do was look in my backyard.”

“It happens that way a lot,” Shep said. “We did the same thing. Went into countries where few would venture to help the unlucky ones who did and almost died because of it. The money was good, the adrenaline rush better.”

“So why did you stop?” Stace asked.

“Jack found out he had a daughter,” Shep said speaking of his boss. “So we all followed him back and started working in our backyards,” he said with a smile.

Stace looked at him. They were so much alike. It had to be more than just the circumstance that they were in, him helping her find her sister. Perhaps feelings had developed quicker than they would have otherwise but she honestly didn’t feel as if it mattered anymore. He was here for her in a way that no one else ever had been. Even now he was pulling her back to him wrapping his arms around her and holding her close as if he needed to touch her even more than she needed to feel his touch.

“We’ll find her, Stace,” Shep whispered against her ear before placing a kiss on the side of her head. “No matter how long it takes, I’ll help you find your sister.”

And he would. Stace didn’t doubt him for a moment. He was the one who had brought Ally here to help them. He had trusted Stace not to judge or sneer at what Ally could do. He had trusted her with the knowledge that he’d had a relationship with Ally and her fiancé, Blake, that had included sex once upon a time. He had trusted her with something, no someone, who was important to him. Because she, Stace, was important to him.

“We’ll find her,” she agreed holding him tight. When they did, Chloe and her recovery would come first. It would have to. Her sister deserved no less from the person who had failed her so many other times. Stace believed that Shep would not only understand but would be around to help then as well. Already she couldn’t imagine her life without him.

Chapter Nine

Stace and Shep spent the rest of the afternoon combing maps and sites online for any and all camping sites within the entire state. They would start close and work their way out. They were printing pictures when available hoping that when Ally recovered and came down she might be able to recognize one of them and really narrow their search.

Already they had weeded out the places that were actively running. It had been apparent from what Ally had said that they had to be someplace where there was no fear of anyone seeing them. Should have been easy but wasn’t. There were several summer camps that were closed down and abandoned. There were also a number of family camping sites that were closed due to whatever reason. So their list still had a lot of sites on it.

Shep was printing out the last batch of stuff while Stace put everything out in piles with the photos on top. There were ten possibilities. Who knew that there were that many camping sites even in the state much less that these were only the abandoned ones? They had separated them by proximity and size. With their experiences, Stace and Shep felt that the people would be kept in a smaller location. It was easier to guard that way.

At least now they knew why there had been no traces left. Someone with so much at stake would know the consequence of leaving any discernable trail. What Stace didn’t know was how or why these people had decided on her sister. They had to have known that Chloe was a nurse as that was obviously why she was there. They took Chloe to deal with whatever sickness had struck. Only now, according to Ally’s vision, Chloe was sick too.

“How long do you think we have?” Stace finally ventured to put her fear into question. “How long do you think Chloe has? She is sick, running a fever.”

“Ally’s visions are usually in the moment,” Shep answered. “So that would mean that Chloe just fell sick.” He stood up from where he’d been sitting for the last few hours and pulled Stace up and into a tight hug. “Don’t lose faith. Ally not only gave us our first and only lead,” he leaned back to look into her eyes. “She found her. Chloe is alive and it’s only a matter of time before we find her.”

“Why would he take her to help those people?” Stace asked drawing away to pace the room. “That is what I don’t understand. We both know how these operations work. These people are a commodity to them. If they get sick then they are disposable as there are always more. So why go the effort of kidnapping someone to help the ones who are sick? Why a nursing student? I swear if we find this guy I will take extreme pleasure in hurting him for what he has done. To my sister and those people.”

“He’s not the villain that you see him as,” Ally’s voice spoke softly from the doorway. Stace’s eyes flew to her and she was happy to see a little color in Ally’s face. Blake stood close behind her his body embracing hers as Ally leaned back into him.

“Are you okay?” Stace asked.

Ally smiled and nodded. “I’m fine now.”

“I’m so sorry that I touched you,” Stace said. “I never meant to hurt you.”

Ally moved forward and took Stace’s hands in hers. “You were only trying to help me. I appreciate that. The connection was strong, very strong and I know why. Before I was pulled I was able to connect not just with Chloe but with him as well. We share the same gift.”

“He’s psychic too?” Stace asked.

“Clairvoyant, and yes,” Ally said. “That is how I know that he isn’t a bad man.”

“He kidnapped my sister,” Stace said. “That makes him bad in my book.”

“He saw your sister in a little café that she visits just off campus,” Ally said. “He witnessed her save a man from choking one day and overheard her and a friend talking about nursing school. The friend said that Chloe should go on to medical school like she wanted and become a doctor.”

“I didn’t know Chloe was thinking about medical school,” Stace admitted.

“She loves you, respects you and wants to make you as proud of her as she is of you,” Ally said.

Stace could feel her eyes watering and blinked rapidly to disperse the moisture before it could slip out as tears. “I’m already proud of her.”

“I can tell that,” Ally assured her. “This man, he used his gift to find people who have been taken and are being held against their will. He has a group that helps him go in and rescue them. This time the people were all sick. They were left in an abandoned truck bed, discarded like garbage. He is desperate to save them, so desperate that he followed your sister and with the help of two of his men he took her hoping that she would know how to treat them. Instead Chloe became ill.”

“Because he knew she was in school for nursing and was thinking of medical school?” Stace asked shaking her head. “Why not a doctor from somewhere else? A paramedic or someone already trained?”

“Because he saw your sister and from what I could tell,” Ally sighed and shook her head, “I think he was hoping to find a companion soul in Chloe, someone to work at his side helping him. He never anticipated Chloe getting sick. He wouldn’t have taken her if he had even suspected for a moment that would happen.”

“But he did take her,” Stace said hardening herself against the softness she was starting to feel for this guy. There would be time to forgive him later, after her sister was found and recovered from whatever illness she now had. “Now we have to find her.”

“That shouldn’t be a problem,” Ally said. “Before I was pulled out was when I connected with him. He was showing me where they were, where he had hidden them. I didn’t get to see everything but hopefully I got enough for us to find them.”

“Oh, God,” Stace said. “I’ll never forgive myself if my actions keep us from finding Chloe.”

Ally shook his head. “They won’t. And it isn’t just Chloe. He’s leaving the people there as well in hopes that we can get them the help that he couldn’t.”

“So he’s gone?” Shep asked and Stace felt his hand on the small of her back, a firm support.

“He’s gone,” Ally nodded. “He’s moved on to find another group.”

Stace nodded. She understood what he was doing, believed in it with all her heart, but she couldn’t, no wouldn’t, be able to forgive him until she saw Chloe laughing and smiling once more.

“We have pictures of several sites we found. The most promising are spread across the table,” Shep said nodding toward where he and Stace had laid their hours of research out. “Maybe you’ll be able to recognize something from one of the pictures.”

Ally immediately turned to the table and starting looking. She leaned close, taking her time and studying every photo. She picked several up and shuffled through the stack of photos and information before setting them down. Stace could feel the clock ticking and worried her bottom lip between her teeth watching Ally finally narrow it down to two sites.

“I know it’s one of these two,” Ally said. “They look so similar in the photos. Can we pull these two up again and let me see if maybe something on the sites will trigger for me?”

“Absolutely,” Shep said and took a seat back in front of his laptop. He quickly logged on and brought up two tabs, each holding one of the sites. He stood up and held the chair out for Ally.

They all moved in close. Stace, Shep and Blake hovered over her shoulder looking at the screen with her though only Ally could point them in the right direction. Shep and Stace had only printed out the photos that had shown the cabin sites in full thinking that would be their best bet. But it was obvious that Ally was looking for something in particular, either something she had seen for herself or something that the man had shown her. Stace hoped Ally found it.

“Here,” Ally said pointing to a tiny hand-painted sign that once had led the way to a children’s summer camp that had been closed for years. “This is what I was looking for. We’ll find Chloe and the others here.”

Blake moved back, cell phone already in hand. “I’ll put a call in to the necessary medical staff and let them know what we might be looking at. The nearest hospital to that site will need to be prepared staff-wise for the number of people who will be coming in. Ally do you have any idea what they might have? Did you pick anything up from him or even Chloe on that?”

Ally shook her head. “Neither of them knew for sure what was causing the fever. I do know that Chloe was run-down and exhausted when she succumbed to it. She’s been surviving the last few weeks on little to no sleep and though he would demand that she eat she didn’t always comply if he wasn’t there to make her.”

“Chloe always puts others before herself,” Stace said. “She has a great need to nurture and care for others, thus her desire for nursing school.” Stace smiled. “I guess medical school too.”

“Call made,” Blake said stepping back over to them. “They’re making calls and setting up now. They’re sending a few medical staff out to the site to get an idea of what we’re looking at.”

“Ready?” Shep asked.

“Weeks ago,” Stace said as they moved for the door.

Shep put the coordinates into his GPS as soon as they were in the truck. Blake and Ally were getting into the truck they had arrived in and soon they were heading out of the drive and to the place that, thanks to Ally, they now knew Chloe and the others were at. Stace had been waiting for this moment since arriving home and learning her sister was missing. Just once in all that time she wished she had thought of contacting someone like Ally. But it hadn’t even entered her head.

“Almost over,” Shep said eyes locked on the road ahead. “Soon you can put this nightmare behind you.”

“I’m just praying that Chloe pulls through whatever this fever is,” Stace said. “Once she recovers I can finally let her see how important she is to me, how much I love and admire her.”

“Those things are very important,” Shep agreed.

“So will you need to head back right away?” Stace asked. “I mean with your job you’ll probably need to get back to Legacy once this is all over.”

“I have some time off due,” Shep said glancing over at her quickly. “Are you saying that you’d like me to stay?”

Stace took a deep breath and nodded. “I’d really like you to stay,” she said softly.

“Then I’ll stay,” Shep said. “I’ll give Jack a call later and let him know what is going on and that I’ll be staying a little longer.”

“Thanks, Shep,” Stace said. “I need to be here for Chloe. I’ve failed too often in the past and I can’t let her down this time.”

“It’ll all work out,” Shep said and Stace nodded. “It’s easy to see that you love your sister. I’m betting she loves you just as much.”

Who would have thought that it would take something like her sister’s kidnapping to bring a man like Shep into her life? Stace hadn’t been looking for a relationship, not with a man anyway. She’d been ready to leave her job and finally focus on family and making friends, sticking closer to home. And now she felt like she had at least two friends in Shep and Ally. Once she had the opportunity to get to know Blake better she anticipated they would be friends as well. Funny how life worked sometimes.

Stace snapped out of her thoughts as she saw the hand-painted sign that had pointed Ally in the right direction. It was faded and weather-beaten now, more of a reminder of what had once been then the welcome it was originally meant to be. But it was all Stace needed to see to have her heartbeat speed up. Adrenaline coursed through her body. She couldn’t make up for the past, for not being there. But she could make sure that she was there from now on and that Chloe knew that whatever she wanted to do or be Stace would support her one hundred percent.

The medical staff had beaten them there and already there were people being carried out and loaded into ambulances. Police lights were flashing as officers tried to help and question at the same time.

“I’m going with Ally and Blake to talk to the officer in charge,” Shep said. “Looks like your sister getting ready to load up there,” he nodded toward one of the ambulances. “I’ll see you at the hospital,” he added giving her a quick kiss before letting her go.

Stace ran to the stretcher that Chloe was on and took her sister’s hand in hers. Chloe was so hot, her skin burning to the touch. “I’m her sister,” Stace said when the EMT looked at her. He took one look and nodded at her.

“You can ride with us but you need to stay out of the way,” he snapped. Stace nodded. He was only concerned about her sister and Stace understood that completely, would have it no other way. “There are some questions that it would be great if you could answer for us,” he said. “Medical history and those things.”

“Absolutely,” Stace nodded.

Her sister didn’t open her eyes for the entire ride to the hospital. It was disconcerting to see Chloe lying there so still and silent. Her sister was always the bubbly type and rarely ever without something to say. Stace leaned forward and took her sister’s hand in hers. The EMT looked up but didn’t say anything.

“Chloe,” Stace said needing to talk to her sister. “It’s me, Stace. I’m so sorry that I wasn’t here when you needed me. I’ve done that a lot, I know. But I want you to know that is all in the past now. I’m back and I’m here to stay this time. I’m going to be around so much that you’re going to wish that I would go away.” She laughed and wiped at the tears running down her cheeks. “First thing is to get you feeling better. I’ve never seen you this quiet before, Chloe, and I have to tell you I don’t like it. I want to hear you laugh, see you smile. We have so much to talk about, so many things I want to tell you and questions I want to ask you.”

Stace kept talking rambling on about this or that, probably making little sense and more than likely repeating herself several times. But she needed to talk, needed Chloe to know that she was there with her and that everything would be okay as soon as Chloe woke up, as soon as whatever raged inside her left. Stace wanted Chloe to know that no matter how long it took Stace would still be there waiting.

She stood back as they arrived and Chloe was rushed into the emergency room. Stace was directed to the waiting room and walked back and forth as she waited for news on her sister. To finally find her and still not be able to talk to her, to laugh with her, to just hug her close and tell her she loved her was cruel. She had no idea how long she had been wearing a hole in the carpet when she ran into a solid wall of muscle and Shep was there, his arms wrapping her up.

“Any news?” he asked and she shook her head.

“Chloe didn’t wake up on the ride here,” she said.

“Several of the people were doing better,” Shep said. “No one has died from whatever they have. That’s the good news. I overheard some of them saying it looked like some type of airborne bacteria. That’s why no one was getting better. They were all in the same room so the sick just kept passing it back.”

“So antibiotics, rest, and fluids,” Stace said. “If she isn’t re-exposed then she should be fine, right?” she asked.

Shep nodded. “Chloe will be just fine. Physically at least.”

Stace knew what he meant. Her sister would have to deal with her kidnapping, how she was taken, and what she had endured. Those things would take a large mental and emotional toll on Chloe.

She looked up as a doctor finally came into the room. “Anders?” he asked.

“Over here,” she said gripping Shep’s hand tight and moving across the room to where the doctor stood.

“Your sister is being moved up to a room now,” the doctor said. “We’ll be keeping her for a few days while the fever breaks and we can rehydrate her. She’s fighting an infection. We’ve run several tests and I’ll be able to tell you more as soon as I get those results back. Do you have any questions, Miss Anders?” he asked.

“How long until I can see her?” Stace asked.

“Give us time to move her up to a room,” the doctor told her. “She’ll be on the third floor. There’s a waiting room up there that you can stay in. I’ll have someone let you know when you can go in.”

“Thank you, Doctor,” Stace said and when he walked away she turned to Shep. “And thank you.”

“You don’t need to thank me,” Shep said shaking his head.

“I do,” Stace nodded. “I really do. I couldn’t have done this without you, without Ally. My sister would be out there now sick without medical care if not for your help.”

“It’s what I do,” Shep said and shrugged.

“I know,” Stace said. “But I also have a feeling that you don’t call Ally in on all your cases. You’re too protective of her. You did that for me didn’t you?”

He nodded his head. “You’re pretty special, Stace. I’m not sure what it is about you. No, that’s not true. It’s everything about you. I couldn’t walk away if I wanted to, which I don’t.”

“I don’t want you to either,” Stace replied.

“That’s good since I just took told Jack I was taking some vacation time to stick around and see what I could do to help you,” Shep smiled.

“And what did Mr. Madigan say?” Stace asked.

“He said to be sure to let him know when I convinced you to come back with me to Legacy,” Shep chuckled. “He said you had a job when you wanted it as long as we promised he wouldn’t find us going at it in an office somewhere.”

Stace laughed. “Why would he think something like that?”

“There’s a lot you don’t know about this wild Madigan-Daniels family that I’m lucky enough to be a part of,” Shep said. “But I’m hoping you’re willing to stick around and find out.”

“I’d like that,” she said. “I’d like that a lot.”

Chapter Ten

It had been a long two weeks and Shep had been beside her the entire time. Chloe spent four days in the hospital and then was released to come home. They had laughed, cried and talked for hours and hours. Stace felt like she was getting a fresh start at life. Her sister, Shep and an open job offer that would allow her to work close to home doing what she enjoyed and was good at. But her sister was ready now for Stace to leave, to get out of her hair.

Chloe had decided to take the rest of the semester off from school and return next term. She was still dealing with some things but these were things that Stace couldn’t help her with, that only Chloe could work through. Stace had to respect that and not press her sister.

Tomorrow Stace was leaving again but this time she was only going a few towns over. After spending almost a month with Shep, Stace knew that she was falling in love with him. She also knew that he was feeling something similar for her though neither of them had spoken the words yet. But she had agreed to stay with him while she looked for a place of her own. Chances were she’d never find that place.

She was going to work for Midnight, Inc. and was really looking forward to it. There was such a dynamic between the guys who worked there and she was happy to become a part of it. Ally and Blake had come over when Chloe came home from the hospital and Chloe had held Ally close and cried as she thanked the woman for finding her. They had shut the door and talked for over an hour and whatever Ally had said must have helped as Chloe seemed to relax a lot afterward.

Tonight Stace and Shep had the house to themselves as Chloe had decided to take her best friend up on the offer to stay at Nicole’s apartment. Stace figured that Chloe might be able to share things with Nicole that perhaps she wouldn’t with Stace. Nicole was like a sister to Chloe and Stace respected the bond that the two women shared. Plus this was the first time that Chloe had left the farmhouse since her release from the hospital. This could only be another step toward full recovery from the ordeal she’d been through.

Stace looked up when Shep walked through the door of her bedroom. They’d been sharing the room and Stace liked seeing their things mixed together on the dresser and in the bathroom. So far they were very compatible when it came to sharing close quarters and she hoped that it stayed that way. Tomorrow they would officially be living together even if they weren’t saying that yet.

“Ally and Blake invited us over for dinner tomorrow night,” Shep said as he shut the door behind him. He crossed to sit beside her on the bed and stroked a hand down her leg before bending to take his socks and shoes off. “I told them that we’d let them know once I talked to you.”

“You didn’t just agree?” Stace asked admiring his physique again as she stood and removed his shirt tossing it carelessly to the floor. The man had an amazing body and she couldn’t imagine ever becoming immune to his sex appeal.

“Well, no,” Shep said grinning at her. “It’s not just me, it’s us. So I said that I’d talk to you first.”

He said it as though it should be obvious but it was special to her. She’d dated guys before who had just decided for them and told her what they were doing. But she’d known from the start that Shep was different. She remembered when she’d asked him if there was a woman in his life and that little pause that made her think that there could have been. She’d figured out that it was Ally. Not that Shep was in love with Ally, but that he had desired what Ally and Blake shared. She’d caught the longing in his eyes. And when it came to Shep, Stace could imagine sharing that type of bond with him.

“I’d love to have dinner there,” she assured him. “I really like Ally and I’m sure as I get to know Blake better I’ll like him too.” Stace moved to sit on the edge of the bed her bare feet just brushing the floor.

Shep moved over to stand between her thighs, one hand lowering to brush the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “I’m glad to hear you say that.”

She caught his fingers and brought them to her mouth placing a kiss there before running her tongue over one digit. She would never make a man give up a friend because she had jealousy issues. She admitted that it was a little weird to find herself becoming good friends with a woman who had shared a ménage relationship with Shep but stranger things happened in the world. Truth was, Stace genuinely like Ally and the fact that Ally cared so much about Shep.

Shep groaned as she took his thumb into her mouth and sucked on it. “I’ve got something better if you feel like sucking,” he said with that wicked grin. She loved the way his eyes darkened with passion, the ripple of his stomach as she let his thumb pop free and ran her hands up the outsides of his thighs.

“Something just for me, huh,” she said with a smile as she flicked the top button free and leaned in running her tongue over his taut lower abs.

“Only for you,” he moaned in agreement as her hands shoved jeans and boxers down far enough to allow his turgid cock to rise free and proud from the material.

She loved his cock. As far as she was concerned it was absolutely perfect. Perfect length and so thick. She leaned in and ran her tongue all along the head licking the drop of pre-cum before rubbing it over the slit in search for more of his unique taste. She moved down the head to let her tongue run over his shaft down to the taut sac that hung below. Carefully she sucked and licked at his balls loving the way he moaned above her.

One hand continued stroking up and down his shaft, the thumb running over his head and rubbing the drops of pre-cum over him. But feeling those drops made her hungry to take them into her mouth again and with teasing licks and nips she moved back up his shaft until she could take the head into her mouth and suck greedily at it. Hours. She could spend hours right here licking and savoring Shep.

“You’re killing me, Stace,” he groaned. He wrapped his hands in her hair holding it up out of her face so that he could watch her mouth sucking him. She loved the way he watched her.

He moved his hips and she gripped one hand around the base of his cock as he pressed in and out of her mouth, fucking her. She licked and sucked as he thrust into her mouth loving the way he filled her, the way the head butted against the front of her throat but no further as he controlled the depth of each stroke. If she wanted more she would have to take it from him.

With the next thrust she did just that. Breathing through her nose she swallowed the head into the back of her throat and fought her gag reflex as she held him there for a long moment. She could feel the way his shaft flexed, feel the tremble in his thighs and stomach as he fought to maintain control. Slowly she eased him back out of her throat until just the head remained and she gave it one more hard suck before releasing him from her mouth.

He pulled back from her and shoved his jeans and briefs all the way down stepping out of them before pulling her to her feet and reaching for the hem of her t-shirt. She lifted her arms making it easy for him to pull it over her head. He tossed it much the way he had his and then stood back and looked at the black bra he’d uncovered.

“Damn,” he groaned running a finger over one black lace cup. “Do you have the matching panties on?”

She grinned. “Why don’t you check and see?”

He surprised her then by dropping to his knees in front of her and reaching for the top snap of her jeans. He ran his tongue along the skin of her abdomen just above the band of her jeans as he moved his hands to work the zipper. He spread the material wide and eased the denim over her hips and down her legs until she stepped out of them.

His hands spanned her waist as he sat back on his heels and just let his gaze run over her from head to toe. “I love this look,” he said. “You should dress like this more often.”

She shook her head and agreed. “You’re right. I have a red set just like this that would be perfect for my first day at my new job. I think my coworkers would love it.”

Shep growled low in his throat. “I’d have to kill any of them if they saw you like this.”

“You’d have to?” she asked with a laugh.

“If they took one look at you like this I’d have to fight them back,” he said and leaned in to run his lips and tongue over her stomach.

Her turn to moan as he tortured her with the pleasure of his lips on her skin. His tongue slid under the edge of her panties and rubbed erotically against the skin there. His hands tugged gently at her panties and she moaned louder as they slid down her thighs and his tongue dipped into the top of her slit. She stepped out of her underwear and widened her stance opening her legs for his easier access.

His husky laugh tickled her skin. His tongue found and fondled her clit while he pushed one finger inside her wet cunt. His tongue, lips and teeth nibbled, sucked and tasted her while his finger became drenched in her juices. She was so wet, so ready, and so close to coming. A second finger slipped inside and she arched her hips out, her body begging for more.

She let her hands slip up her sides until she encountered the lace of her bra. One hand slid back and she unhooked her bra easing the straps down her shoulders. She caught the material in one hand and slipped free of it tossing it atop the pile of their clothes. She ran her hands back up to cup her breasts letting her fingers find her nipples and tug and pinch gently at them.

She felt his eyes on her and looked down to see Shep flatten his tongue out before rubbing it over her clit. She tugged a little harder at her nipples feeling the rise toward orgasm.

“I love watching you touch yourself,” his husky voice rumbled over her clit making her catch her breath.

“I love the look in your eyes when you watch me,” she shared with him. “I want to feel you inside me. I want your cock buried in me when I come.”

He groaned and giving her clit a quick kiss he stood, bending to place a much more thorough kiss on her lips. She loved the way that she could taste herself on his lips, loved the way their tastes combined on her tongue. His arms wrapped around her and she moved with him until the backs of her legs hit the side of the bed again. She broke the kiss gasping for air as he moved his lips down her neck to the top of her shoulders and down to her chest.

She lifted her breasts to him and he took one nipple into his mouth sucking eagerly at it. He moved over to the second nipple and gave it the same sweet treatment before placing his hands over hers and pushing her breasts together. He took both nipples into his mouth at the same time and she cried out as he sucked hard on them driving her need through the roof. She lifted one leg and gripped his hip leaning into him.

He thrust his hips letting his cock slide through her wet slit as he continued to suck and feed at her breasts. He was driving her closer and closer to orgasm. She could feel the tingles over her skin and wanted to feel the firm thrust of his hips as he plunged his magnificent cock deep in her pussy.

“Now,” she managed to gasp. “I need you, Shep.”

He released her and gave her another passionate kiss that stole her breath before pulling back once more. “Hop on the bed, honey,” he said and she turned to crawl onto the mattress intending to flip onto her back in the middle. His hands stopped her cupping her buttocks and squeezing them. “I want you just like this,” he whispered. “I want to feel your ass every time I thrust into the tight grip of your pussy.”

“Yes,” she sighed in agreement wanting to feel the same thing.

His hands never left her as she moved farther onto the bed so that he could join her. She felt the dip of the mattress then the brush of his thighs against the back of hers. His cock bumped against her ass and she arched her back lifting her ass higher before widening her knees for him. She heard the crackle of a wrapper and knew at least he had the presence of mind to protect them. One hand moved and the next thing she felt was the head of his sheathed cock slipping through the slick folds of her cunt. She rocked back against him. His cock lodged against her opening and with a shift of his hips the head slid inside.

“Shep,” she moaned his name, her fingers gripping the covers frantically.

He rocked his hips pushing deeper inside until she could feel the brush of his balls against the bottom of her ass cheeks. They both moaned. It felt so good, so right. His hands gripped her hips and he gave them a squeeze before slowly withdrawing from her rippling pussy. With a hard thrust he filled her to overflowing again and the rhythm was set. Slow, but hard and steady. Each thrust had her that much closer to the edge.

He thrust deep and rotated his hips causing his cock to rub in all the right places making her scream with pleasure. She lowered her head to rest on the bed and her nipples rubbed the comforter with every thrust. Her ass lifted just a bit higher and Shep began a faster pace. It was just what she needed, exactly the way she needed it. She felt the tingle in her body, the ball of pleasure building and building in her womb until it burst like a bomb spreading flaming heat through every inch of her.

She screamed his name or at least she did in her head. She had no idea if it ever made it out as air didn’t seem to be reaching her lungs as she gasped and rode the orgasm out. Shep continued to pound inside her his cock keeping her in the moment and forcing her even higher.

She definitely heard him moan her name as he thrust deep and held still locked in place as he spilled into the condom. She could feel the heat as it surrounded them pulling them under. Both of them gasped for breath as they stayed wrapped in one another his cock a solid weight in her pussy. Stace still had tiny tremors, aftershocks that kept bursting in her body making her catch her breath every few seconds. Finally with a moan she collapsed onto the bed.

Shep followed her then slowly rolled off her, his cock slipping free as he sprawled to his back beside her. She turned her head to look at him and their eyes met. She was falling in love with him. The smile that tilted his lips, the way his eyes lightened in the aftermath of their lovemaking. He was beautiful to her and she laughed thinking of what his expression would be if she told him that.

“What’s so funny?” Shep asked one hand reaching out to lazily stroke through her hair.

“How incredible you look,” she said.

“You’re the one who looks incredible,” he answered. “I’ve never seen a more beautiful woman in my life.”

She believed him, could see the sincerity in his eyes. She had been a woman with few people in her life, a life where danger lay around every corner. That was the life she had led, the one she’d wanted. She’d lived for the adrenaline rush, the element of danger that made her blood hum. Now she was looking forward to moving in with a man, developing a lasting relationship with him. She was looking forward to working with his friends, the ones he called his family. She had a new friend and another opportunity to develop a better, more open relationship with her little sister. And she wanted it all, was ready to grab this chance and hold on for all she was worth.

For the first time in her life she felt stripped bare, all her armor gone, both the internal and external. This man could handle all of her and would settle for no less. She smiled at him and moved over to kiss him softly on the lips.

“Hmmm,” he sighed as she broke the kiss and laid her head on his shoulder. “Are you all packed to head out tomorrow?”

“I’m ready,” she assured him. And she was. She grabbed his hand lacing their fingers together and held tight knowing that what lay ahead, with Shep, would be the greatest adventure of her life.

About the Author

Lacey Thorn spends her days in small-town Indiana, the proud mother of three. When she is not busy with one of them, she can be found typing away on her computer keyboard or burying her nose in a good book. Like every woman, she knows just how chaotic life can be and how appealing that great escape can look. So toss aside the stress and tension of the never-ending to-do list. For now, sit back, relax and enjoy the ride with Lacey as she helps you to unlace and unleash the woman inside.

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