Page 70 of Iron Willed Warrior

The flat of my tongue lapped over her core. She gasped and leaned further back against the rolled towels. Giving me full access.

I used my tongue to tease her. To trace her outlines and then slowly dip inside her opening. Brynn grasped at my hair. Her hips moved and her knees shook as she made the sexiest whimpers.

My cock strained toward her from where I knelt in the water. But right now, this was all about Brynn.

When she started begging, I flicked my tongue at a faster pace. Her moans echoed against the tile. Then I pushed two fingers inside of her and sucked on her clit. Her head fell back against the wall and she let out a breathy cry.

“C—oh. Don’t stop. Please, don’t stop.”

She had been about to yell my name. Good thing she had stopped herself, because we had no idea if anyone could hear us. She could’ve called me Cameron like she had on the trail, but I was glad she didn’t. This was real, and it wasn’t for anyone but us.

I loved the wild sounds she was making, the way she lost more and more composure as I massaged her sweet center with my tongue. When she finally stopped shuddering, her thighs trying to close, I sat back on my heels.

Brynn slid down into the water. She had a soft, dazed smile on her face, and her hair was a mess.

The water was only lukewarm by now, but neither of us paid any attention. Especially when she reached out and stroked my erection from base to tip.

I closed my lips on a groan. This wasn’t going to take long. The aching need for release had already tightened at the base of my spine.

We kissed deeply as she brought me closer and closer to climax. Then she bent at the waist to fit her hot mouth around my tip, and I was done for. I grabbed for the sides of the tub to keep myself steady, still kneeling, and just gave in to the incredible feeling of her mouth as the water lapped at my thighs. It all built up and crescendoed like a firework going off, light bursting behind my eyes, heat and release and perfect satisfaction.

Brynn sat up, licking her lips. “I think I like the tub.”

“Ireallylike it.” I stretched out in the cooling water. Brynnlay on top of me and rested her head on my chest. It was going to be a few minutes before I could move again.

I couldn’t remember the last time I’d been so content after sex. Maybe not ever.

I need a tub like this at the house, I thought, picturing how it might fit in the bathroom at my place on the beach. Would I ever get to take Brynn there? I could imagine her in a bikini and a see-through cover-up, sipping a margarita on my deck. Smiling at me.

I could feel it like an arrow to the chest.

Maybe that was too much to hope for. Who knew where this was heading? But I liked the thought of it. Liked the thought of falling into whatever this was between us. Enjoying it for as long as it would last.

Eventually the water was ice cold. I handed Brynn a towel after getting out myself. Once we were all dry, and I had my prosthesis back in place and my clothes on, we went to check the laptop.

Brynn made it there first. “We’ve got a message from River. He sent some info to the secure server.” I stood behind her shoulder, one hand on the back of her chair, as she navigated to the new documents.

“Westwick’s friend is named Eric Masterson.” She glanced up at me. “He’s running for a US Senate seat here in Arizona. He’s been making the rounds on cable news. That’s why I recognized him.”

“Figures. But why did he show up for a morning meeting with Westwick?”

Together, we read the profile River had provided on Masterson. He was an Ivy League-educated businessman turned politician. He’d spent a lot of time campaigning aboutthe importance of new technology, research and development that would give our country the edge in the future. Which matched up with things Westwick had said.

So it was no surprise that Masterson’s campaign had received large donations from the companies owned by Garon Westwick.

Brynn opened a news article. Masterson’s photo was below the headline, his arms crossed as he grinned at the camera. His wife and family were a little younger than Westwick’s, but equally beautiful. A picture of perfect domestic bliss. But if he was affiliated with Westwick, how much of that façade was real?

Brynn kept scrolling through the documents River had sent, and she inhaled sharply. “Remember how they talked about touring a facility? Look at this.”

River had connected Westwick to a new solar energy plant in the Arizona desert. The plant was massive, the size of multiple football fields. I leaned over the desk for a better look, while Brynn zoomed in on the satellite images. “This is a hundred miles or so from the resort,” she said. “Out in the middle of nowhere. This could be the facility Masterson wanted to see.”

“Hmm. Question is, what’s so exciting about a solar plant?” I was no expert, but desert and sun pretty much went together. “Why did Masterson make a special trip out here to coincide with Westwick’s seminar?”

“And then go without a photo op,” Brynn quipped. “We know politicians love those.”

According to what River had learned, the project had been in the works for about a year. Government approvals had come through shockingly fast and with little friction. Yet despite the man’s social media presence andnice guypersona, Westwick hadn’t publicized this investment. Instead, he’d tried to minimize his involvement. One of Westwick’scompanies had funneled millions of dollars through shell corporations to build it. River had connected the dots, obviously, but none of the public documents related to the solar plant mentioned the man at the top.

“If this has something to do with Stillwater,” Brynn said, “Westwick would want the media as far away as possible. Especially if Stillwater’s contacts inside the government pushed the project through using manipulation and bribes.”

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