Page 95 of Distress Signal
“Thank you.”
“Wanna talk about it?”
“It was the same one. That creepy fucking farmhouse and my sister chained in the basement.”
“I’ve been looking for it,” I whispered, the darkness allowing me to finally make the admission. “Well, West and I have.”
Reagan sat up and shifted so she was straddling me. “You have?”
I nodded, my hands going to her bare thighs. There was no intention behind the touch except the visceralneedto feel her skin beneath mine. To remind myself she wasn’t some fever dream I conjured, a fantasy only brought to life in my dreams. That she was real and here with me.
“Since you first told me about the dream, West and I have been taking the plane out and doing some aerial recon, looking for properties that fit the general description.”
“Does Lane know?”
Shaking my head, I said, “We didn’t want to tell him until we’d covered all the ground we wanted to and had some solid information to pass along.”
“And have you found anything?”
“There are a few areas that are promising.”
Without warning, Reagan bent forward and crashed her mouth to mine. Though she’d surprised me, I sank into the kiss easily. The way her soft, plush lips moved against mine ignited a fire in my blood that was impossible to ignore.
It didn’t help matters when she started rocking her hips against me, impossibly stiffening my already rock-hard cock further.
We were both gasping for breath when she pulled away. “Thank you.”
“Haven’t I made it obvious by now that I’d do anything for you?”
“Even though I’m such a mess?”
“Becauseyou’re a mess,” I quipped, reaching up to pull her hair free from the bun atop her head, tossing the tie across the room so I could wrap a handful around my fist. “You’remymess.”
“I’m not sure I know how to do this,” she admitted. “Not when everything up here”—she tapped her temple—“is so fucked up. That’s why I acted so crazy earlier.”
Sitting up so we were face to face, I cupped her cheeks and rested my forehead against hers. “We’re going to find Lainey,” I promised with a vehemence that surprised even me. “She’s going to come home safe.”
“Do you really believe that? Everyone keepssayingit, but I’m not sure I should trust it. There’s this little flicker of hope, a tiny match flame in my chest that threatens to go out with every day that passes without a single lead. And honestly? I’m not sure howmuch longer I can do this. When does it stop? When do I accept the fact that she won’t come home?”
“Never. Not until we’ve exhausted every avenue, overturned every stone, walked through every farmhouse in the entire fucking state of Idaho if that’s what it takes.”
“How can you be so sure?”
I tapped her chest, right over her heart. “You’d know,” I reminded her. “What’s your gut telling you?”
“She’s still out there,” she said firmly. “Alive.”
“Exactly. Trey will get the security footage sorted, and West and I will give our findings to Lane. Things will come together. I know waiting fucking sucks. You’re wondering what you could’ve done differently, what you could be doingnow. But the truth is, belle…you’re doingeverything. AndwhenLainey comes home safe, it’ll be because you didn’t give up on her, not because of anything I or Trey or Lane and his department did. Understood?”
She nodded but didn’t say anything, instead sinking her teeth into that juicy lower lip.
Goddamnit, I wanted to be the one putting those little dents in her flesh, not only on her lips but on her neck, shoulders, breasts—insides of her thighs.
Experimentally, I shifted so the hard ridge of my cock nestled against the apex of her thighs.
Realizing for the first time that she wasn’t wearing panties.
Only the thin fabric of my boxer briefs separated us—the front of which were now wet with her arousal.
