Elicit (Eagle Elite #4)(24)
Author: Rachel Van Dyken

“We shouldn’t do this, Mo.” My body was screaming speak for yourself!

“I know.” Mo nodded, her lips trembling as a tear fell down her cheek. “But you’ve always kissed me when I’m down, and Tex, I’m really—” Her chest heaved with emotion. “Really down right now.”

“Alright.” I sighed. “An hour… for an hour… only we exist. But when that hour’s up… to protect you, to protect me, Mo… I’m going to go back to focusing on anger, on hate, because if I don’t, I’m pretty sure one or both of our hearts will shatter.”

She nodded.

And that’s all it took.

I was stupid enough to promise her an hour.

And she was stupid enough to take it.

With tenderness I’d never been able to fully extend towards Mo in the bedroom, I slowly kissed her mouth, savoring her flavor, sucking her lips. If I got an hour, it was going to be a damn good hour.

Her arms wrapped around my neck, pulling me tighter against her. We kissed until my lips hurt, until hers were swollen, and when my mouth was still buzzing with pleasure, I kissed her harder, I kissed away the pain, the memories, the past… and in return gave her everything I was capable of giving.

When our bodies joined it was with such a jolt, that I lost my breath. It had been too damn long. I moved within her, slowly at first, giving her body time to adjust to me, shocked that it needed to in the first place.

And kissed her mouth.

“So good,” Mo whispered against my lips. “Harder.”

“You’re—” I panted. “—injured.”

“So?” She hooked her good leg around me. “You were saying?”

“Damn it.”

She grinned.

“Think you’re funny?” I pumped harder, faster, digging my hands underneath her ass to angle her towards me so that I was hitting one of mine and her favorite places.

Her nails dug into my back.

“Tex!” She found her release, I soon followed, but I kept my eyes open, watching her, loving that look of pure bliss on her face.

I was still inside her when the knock came at the door.

Mo’s eyes widened in horror.

“Yeah?” I answered lazily.

“Hey, it’s Nixon.”

Well shit.

“Is Mo feeling okay? I heard yelling”

“Uh…” I bit my lip to keep from laughing while Mo turned twenty shades of scarlet beneath me. “Yeah she was um, dreaming.”

She rolled her eyes.

“Oh okay, can I come in and—”

“No!” I yelled. “I uh, I’ll come out, I need to talk to you about something and she’s super exhausted.” Especially after the hour we’d shared.

“Fine.” Nixon’s footsteps echoed down the hall.

With a, curse I slumped against Mo, then very slowly removed myself from her body and put on my clothes again.

Wordless, I helped her put on her bra, her shirt, her shorts, every article of clothing looked in place. I even pulled her hair back into a ponytail and tied it.

“Tex.” Mo’s eyes didn’t meet mine.

“Yeah?”

“What if an hour wasn’t enough?”

How was it possible for someone’s heart to be so elated and so broken at the same time? “Then you probably should have thought of that before you jumped into someone else’s bed… Today I gave you an hour. A year ago I would have given you an eternity.” With that, I stomped out of the room cursing myself as I heard her soft sobs escape her mouth.

It was better this way.

It had to be.

CHAPTER NINETEEN

Everyone has words they hate. The word I hate? Choice. It seemed my whole life was framed around such an innocent word. Innocent. How ironic.

Sergio

MO AND TEX had been in the back bedroom for hours. My hands were still stained from all the blood. I’d stopped trying to wash it off hours ago; it made a good reminder anyway. Blood on the hands.

Especially when my cell phone rang.

“Is it true?”

I sighed into the receiver and walked out to the back yard of Nixon’s house. “Is what true?”

“The Commission?”

How much to tell? I was caught between needing to protect the family but also protect my own ass—protect blood.

“It’s happening,” I whispered. “Not that it makes any difference to you. That wasn’t part of our agreement.”

“No,” he snapped. “But part of our agreement was that you’d give us any useful information.”

“Useful information,” I corrected. “The kind that will help keep the bad guys behind bars and the good ones out free. So excuse me for not exactly thinking of calling you.”

“We’ll be watching.”

“Big Brother always is,” I said curtly. “Good day.”

I shoved the phone back into my pocket and groaned. When had things gotten so complicated? Stepping out, choosing to help the family seemed like a good idea… but I hadn’t calculated what stepping out would do. There was a very serious reason I was a ghost. And it had nothing to do with not wanting to be a part of something big—but everything to do with being watched by the feds. I’d basically painted a target on my back the minute I stepped out of my alleged retirement.

And now, the ones I owed favors to? They were going to come knocking.

With a sigh, I walked back inside just in time to see Mo emerge from the bedroom. She looked… ravaged. Completely and utterly screwed.

I tilted my head. Her face was flushed; her ponytail was even crooked. Amazing, that after everything, Tex still thought he had a fighting chance with the very girl pointing the gun at his back.

In the end… he would choose Campisi.

In the end… she would choose Abandonato.

In the end… there would be bloodshed.

CHAPTER TWENTY

Sex changes everything and nothing all at once.

Mo

“YOU LOOK RESTED,” Sergio said in a low voice.

I stumbled against the wall, stupid bum leg, and blinked in his direction. His dark hair was pulled back in a ponytail low on his neck, his blue eyes searching mine as if he could see every damn area Tex had placed his hands.

“I, um…” Scratching my head, I offered a tiny shrug. “I slept a bit. “

“Sure you did.” Sergio grinned. It wasn’t a happy grin. It was absolutely predatory and pissed. “Did you need help with anything?”

Crap. What I wanted was to spy on Nixon and Tex, but that wasn’t happening with Sergio breathing down my neck. “Water would be nice.”