Page 33 of Hell on an Angel
Cree rested his chin on her shoulder as he stared at Maliki. There would be no calling the FBI. There would be no causing a scene to have them detained because neither the local sheriff nor the FBI would be in a hurry to help. They all tended to ignore crimes on the reservations when a non-native person was at the centre of it. No, he would take the fight to the two men. Most of the shoreline was undeveloped, and it was a good place where a couple bodies could disappear easily in the thick acreage.
“We’ll put our heads together and figure it out. I promise.” Cree kissed the top of her head, wanting to take the worry from her.
Chapter Eighteen
Kennedy was having the best dream until kisses along her thighs dragged her into the real world. “Mmmm” was all she could say as Cree’s lips kissed their way up to her butt. His tongue traced its way to her mound, and goosebumps pebbled her skin as it met the cool air.
Reaching down, she found Cree’s hair. Running her fingers through the long length, she moaned softly as his mouth found her breast. His tongue pressed against her already hard nipple sent shock waves through her sex. Arching up into his mouth, she received a little bite to the underside of her breast.
She loved the feel of him—every part of him. Especially his mouth. Yes, at that precise moment, his mouth was her very favourite part of him. It only took a little nudge to have Cree making his way down her stomach, to her hip, and then across to her other hip. The way the man used his mouth was driving her crazy.
When Cree dipped his head between her thighs, Kennedy gripped the sheets, twisting her hands in the fabric. Her eyes rolled back into her head as his teeth raked across her clit before he stroked her pussy with his tongue. His strong hands shoved her legs wider, opening her to him. When his mouth covered her pussy, she cried out. The man was either an angel or a devil, she couldn’t tell which.
When she thought she couldn’t take much more, Cree proved her wrong by showing her exactly how much more she could handle. Climbing up her body, Cree covered Kennedy with his large frame. Slipping an arm under one of her knees, he lifted the leg higher as he plunged deep into her, taking her over completely.
The burning need to be inside her bordered on insanity. It wasn’t just her body he craved—it was her mind, her heart, and her soul.
He found his home between the cries of pleasure that he dragged from her lips to the sensation of her body gripping his. He loved the feeling of Kennedy holding on, drawing him ever deeper into her, not wanting to let him go as she toppled over the edge. Cree heard his name on her lips as his body sagged against hers. His heart pounded in his ears.
Right then, in the dark, he pressed his lips to Kennedy’s throat and whispered his feelings, hoping somehow she would return them. “Stay with me, Kennedy.”
As Cree’s words reached her ears, her emotions caught in her throat. Not once had anyone asked her to stay with them. Never had she felt wanted like Cree made her feel. It had never mattered to her because people always left, but right then, it meant everything. When Cree raised his head and his eyes locked on hers, she knew she’d never be the same again. “I’ll stay as long as you want me with you.”
Something in her eyes told Cree that him asking her to stay with him had meant more than if he would’ve told her he loved her. “Thank you.”
Kennedy responded by kissing Cree, desperate to make him understand what it meant to her. Him wanting her to be with him, to stay with him, gave her a sense of home. It was a feeling she had never felt. No matter who she spent time with, no matter where she laid her head, she’d never had that feeling fulfilled.
Rolling over, Kennedy laid her head on Cree’s chest.
Cree ran a hand down her back. He knew she was thinking, and he worried she would change her mind. Placing a kiss on her head, he reminded her, “Maliki will be stopping by later.”
The only thing Cree wanted to know was if Maliki could put away the badge to help him do what was needed to keep Kennedy safe. There were only two options—kill the two men and make their bodies disappear, or cause a scene so they would be arrested and detained until the feds came to get them.
“Cree?”
“Hmmm?”
“Can you get me a phone?”
“Why do you need one?” It wasn’t that he couldn’t get her one, he simply wondered why she wanted one.
“I’ve been thinking about what you and Maliki were discussing.”
Cree looked down at Kennedy as she eased up to look at him. “What did we say? Remind me.”
“That if there was proof . . .”
“Okay.”
“Everything on my phone is backed up to the cloud. What if there’s something on it that we can use?”
“Do you think there’s something there?”
“I don’t know,” she said honestly, lying back down. “I was so freaked out, I’m not sure of anything, but what if there is?”
Cree didn’t see why they shouldn’t get her a phone. “I’ll call Maliki and have him pick one up for you.”
If some sort of proof was locked away safely in her cloud account, it would be useful. If Kennedy had indeed gotten a picture of her boss killing someone, that would seal the man’s fate. And if the boss was out of the way, the two men pursuing Kennedy would have no reason to continue the hunt. Rolling over, Cree picked up his phone and called Maliki.
