I shook my head.Why the fuck was I defending him?
“Your little brother said otherwise,” Gwen mused, looking at her nails. I fought the smirk that played on my lips. I taught her that, to be nonchalant when interrogating.
“My brother survives on false hope and unicorns shitting rainbows,” he sneered.
James sighed. “Be that as it may, you made a mistake coming here.”
Sirens sounded outside the bar. Red and blue lights flashed through the windows. James had the building surrounded. “You three will be escorted to Quantico for the time being. You and your mother will be provided a comfortable place to stay during the duration of this investigation.”
“My mother is innocent.”
“She is also a witness, and the Bureau has questions for her, as well as you and your brother.”
“You held my brother captive!! You beat him!” he cried, slamming his fist on the table.
“Actually, that was the boy who lived in your basement,” Haley snapped, folding her arms over her chest.
I mean, Gwendidrough him up a bit…but they didn’t need to know that.
The doors flew open, and the SWAT team stepped in. Bullet proof vests, ARs, helmets…the whole nine yards.
We immediately stepped back. Ian put up a fight, but his mother and brother went calmly. Haley drifted over to James while he talked with his team, Sullie and Dom having a quiet conversation behind the bar and Gwen was staring at Kevin’s back as they escorted him out the door. Like a moth to a flame, I was drawn to her, my feet moving until I was standing beside her. Her fruity scent hit me like a fourth inning swing.
“You alright?” I murmured, looking down at her face.
She was chewing on her bottom lip, her arms folding over her chest. She was closing in on herself, letting her thoughts take over. My lips found her ear.
“Come with me,” I whispered, unwrapping her arms, taking her hand, and leading her out the back door and up the stairs.
I took her back to the place we found each other.The loft.
As soon as the door closed, her back was to it, and my lips consumed her, my hands on either side of her head. She whimpered in surprise, her body tensing up. She pushed my shoulders back gently, and I complied. Worry painted her beautiful features. “What is it, Gwen?”
She looked up at me, inhaling an unsteady breath. “You ever get that feeling that something bad is about to happen?”
Yes.
My stomach was in fucking knots from Ian’s words.
“Let me get you out of your head, baby girl,” I whispered.And mine.We both needed the fucking distraction before we went crazy.
“Dean, half of the FBI is below us,” she argued as I pulled her bun apart, her curls falling around her, framing her round face, her ocean eyes dilated with lust. She wanted this; we both knew that. We hadn’t been together since before Boston. My head dipped, and my lips found her neck.
“You let me fuck you on a table in the middle of the mafia’s bar,” I reminded her as I kissed her soft skin up and down her neck. Her hands fisted my T-shirt at my sides, pulling me closer.
“A moment of weakness,” she rasped.
My hands snapped to her ass, gripping her hard and pulling her flush against my erection. “So. Fucking. Difficult,” I growled before I kissed her again. Her lips molded with mine for a few moments, and then my tongue demanded access. She opened for me, my tongue clashed with hers as her arms wrapped around my neck, her hands going into my hair.
“This is going to be quick, Gwen,” I warned against her lips. “How do you want my cock?”
“Bend me over,” she breathed, her hands dropping to my jeans, cupping me.Fuck yes. I pulled her away from the door, leading us both to the kitchen island. Five years ago, I had her here, reminding her who she belonged to. I gave her a harsh kiss just before I spun her around.
“Palms on the counter and stick that ass out to me,” I ordered as I unbuttoned her jeans from behind. She did as she was told and looked back at me, shaking her ass a bit. I yanked the fabric down to her knees. She was wearing a black thong that had my cock begging for fucking mercy. “Damn you, woman.”
Gwen wiggled her ass again, teasing me. My palm landed against her right cheek, and she cried out. “You know better thanto tease a starved man,” I growled as I dropped to my knees behind her.
“Dean?”