Against Me (Cedar Tree Book 3) (24 page)

His hands slide up under my arms and he rolls over and pulls me on top of him.

"I want you to ride me."

But when he moves my slightly unwilling leg over his hips to straddle him, a frown creases his brow.

"This may not work. Hang on."

Sliding out from under me, he leaves me in bed to watch his tight ass flex on his way out the door. Okay then. Not two minutes later he's back with one of the end chairs of the new dining set, his erect cock bouncing with every step.
Hmmm
. A nice big chair with high armrests, which he proudly puts at the end of the bed.

"Come here, little one," he pats the mattress.

When I raise my eyebrow, he just chuckles, reaches over and hauls me off the bed as if I'm no more than a throw pillow.

"Hey!"

As usual, my protests fall to deaf ears and by the time he has us situated, him seated with his bare ass on our new dining chair; me straddling him with my legs through the armrests. I can suddenly see the purpose of his maneuvering. He wants something, he's gonna make it happen.

"Put your hands on the armrests and ride me, baby. Your arms are strong as fuck. I want you to take me."

How I can be primed and ready so soon after an orgasm that surely left me with a few more dead brain cells than my daily quota. I don't know, but I can feel the wetness seeping out of my pussy. Grabbing the armrests firmly, I push myself up while Caleb positions the crown of his straining cock at my entrance. Slippery and still soft from my orgasm, I don't hesitate; I drop myself onto his red-hot length, eliciting a strangled groan from his lips.

"Fuuuck, woman. Killing me here."

The almost pained expression on his face as he fights to gain control gives me a wicked sense of power. I slightly swivel my hips and feel the slight burn of him stretching me. His eyes squint slightly, knowing I'm teasing him.

"Careful, little one," he growls, grabbing my hips firmly.

With the strength of my arms and the help of his hands on my hips guiding me, I slowly but thoroughly fuck my man. Every time my body slides down his cock, I feel filled to capacity and spread so wide; I can feel every fucking inch of him inside me. When Caleb changes his grip to clasp my ass cheeks in his big hands, spreading them even wider and using the tips of his fingers to tease our slippery connection, I start to lose control. Panting hard from exertion and so turned on, my mouth is hanging open and I begin to mutter nonsense. Caleb breathes in short grunts as he starts to raise his hips, pounding in me from below, his intense glittering dark hazel eyes never leaving mine.

"Never had the urge before, but soon I want to take you here," he croaks as he begins fucking my ass with his finger. "I need to have all of you."

The simultaneous filling of my ass and my pussy is overwhelming and I am teetering on the brink.

"Oh. God. Don't stop... Fuck. Please―I'm coming."

"Come for me,
Yázhí
," he growls.

"Trying to. Harder! Please..."

"Grab my neck."

I do as he says and cock still embedded in me, he stands up with his hands under my ass, and puts me down on the bed. I whimper at the loss of that wicked finger in my backside.

"Hold your legs open, sweets."

My ass is almost hanging off the bed, and with one hand firmly gripping my hips, the other pushing my knee open, Caleb starts slamming inside me with such force it knocks the breath out of me.

"I. Need. You. To. Come." He bites out, releasing my knee and sliding his hand to where we are connected where he squeezes my clit between his fingers.
Hard
.

And I burst into a million little pieces.

I
hate it.

Watching Caleb drive off in Neil's truck from the small window in the front door sucks. As in, big hairy donkey balls, especially since I have to stay behind instead of making sure his back is covered. He goes off alone, and I'm safely tucked in a well-secured house with my personal bodyguard.

Neil showed up this morning and as agreed parked his truck so close; you could almost leap from the door into the cab. Caleb had just come out of the shower and hadn't bothered to get fully dressed since he had no idea where Neil was planning to stick trackers.

"Please don't tell me I'm interrupting some kind of sex marathon again?" Neil complains, his free hand shielding his eyes. His other hand toting a bag, which he dumps unceremoniously on the couch.

"Keep your shorts on, kid. Just trying to be helpful, since I don't know where you're gonna put those gadgets of yours."

I sit back with my cup of coffee and watch while under their constant back and forth barbs and bickering, Neil pulls out a selection of tiny electronic gadgets no bigger than grains of rice. He picks two of them, and sticks them with a dot of glue in Caleb's hairline and armpit. A third tracker is shoved in a hole he pokes in the heel of his boot, which Caleb is none too happy about.

With Caleb rigged up he motions me into the bedroom.

"Kid, grab a coffee. I'll be right there," he directs at Neil, who rolls his eyes when he sees where we're headed.

"Better not fucking dislodge those trackers, man," he calls out as Caleb shuts the door behind us.

He doesn't say anything to me while he gets dressed, but his eyes never leave me. They speak volumes to me, especially since I can still smell the evidence of our almost frantic activities of last night lingering in the room. We're both remembering the near desperation in our lovemaking. Fucking is probably more apropos. Intense, raw, exposing and absolutely earth shattering. Caleb's roar when he climaxed closely after I lost my mind had my ears still ringing this morning, and my 'nether regions' were definitely a touch tender this morning.

Slowly stalking towards me, he tilts his head to one side. "What's on your mind, little one?"

"You need to ask?"

He shakes his head. "Nah. It's like a movie on a loop in my head; I'm feeling it too."

"Don't want to, but I've gotta go," he says, sitting on the end of the bed pulling me up by my hands. He wedges my legs between his knees, and wraps his arms around my waist. Tilting his head back, his beautiful smile breaks through, "Love you, Katie-girl. Keep yourself busy and I'll be back before you know it."

I want to snort at that, but then he puts his cheek against my stomach and I don't want to kill the moment, so instead, I run my fingers through his thick shiny hair and curl myself around him. Just grabbing on to this one moment more.

"Why didn't you tell me before?"

This does not make me happy. Not that I was in a good mood to begin with, but hearing from Neil that all inquiries into the woman who adopted me have netted nothing really bites.

"You guys had all kinds of stuff going on, I had a few sticks in the fire yet and didn't want to give you bad news if there was still a slight chance. Besides, Caleb has some feelers of his own out."

"What? What do you mean Caleb has feelers out?"

We're sitting at the big kitchen table with our laptops open, working on tracing as many of the known members Agave cartel as we can, until we find the man who took a shot at me―the man with the burned hand. So far, he’s been elusive.

My attention now far from the man who might hold a key to this case, I turn my entire body to Neil.

"Feelers on what?"

"Ah shit. He didn't say anything? Dammit." Scratching his head, Neil looks at me guiltily. "I swear I didn't tell him about your adoptive mother, Katie. He knew when he called me."

"I know you didn't tell him. I did. What I don't get is why he called you?"

I'm not sure if I'm angry or confused; a bit of both, I guess.

"He seemed to know I was looking into it, because he called me shortly after you guys came back from Farmington. Asked what I'd been able to dig up and I gave him what I had. He said he had some ideas of his own, took her particulars and that was it."

Standing up from the table he grabs our cups, and refills them from the coffeepot in the kitchen.

"You realize he's really gonna hate me now right?" Neil grumbles as he slides my coffee in front of me.

"He doesn't hate you. Why do you say that?"

"Are you kidding me? The man calls me every diminutive name in the book. I even heard him call me a 'guard puppy' to Gus."

The disgruntled look on his face is so comical; I can't help but burst out laughing. My own irritation with Caleb for going behind my back instantly forgotten.

"You're a goof, Neil."

"Whatever," he says; shaking his head and turning his attention back to the computer screen.

Left to my own thoughts, I'm about to turn back to my own computer when the phone rings.

"Everything go ok this morning?" Gus jumps right in without the customary hello.

"Off without a hitch. He's been gone for three hours and I got a text about an hour ago saying he was going to be out of reach for a while. You want to talk to Neil?"

"No. Why don't you guys head over to the diner and I'll meet you there for lunch. On the off chance anyone was paying attention, seeing Neil instead of Caleb with you at this point is not gonna make a difference. Caleb's safely gone."

"Yesss. Can't wait to get out for a bit. I've gotten too used to the construction noise around us and it is too quiet today without the crew here."

I don't know why I hadn't thought of it before. With the possibility Mal may not be hiding from me necessarily, but rather from the cartel and his own gang, it seemed obvious he would pick a place only I would know how to find.

For years our parents had taken us for weeklong camping trips into Arches National Park near Moab. On one of our first trips there, Mal had only been about six years old, I had been instructed to keep an eye on him when he disappeared. Just up the trail from the campground, we had found an area riddled with sagebrush and large boulders where we'd play hide and seek. Except when it was my turn to look for Mal, he was completely gone. I checked every rock and brush in that damn clearing and couldn't find him. About to go running for my parents, I heard a muffled voice call my name. It seemed to come from an area where three large rocks were grouped against the side of a cliff rising up. Afraid he'd hurt himself I ran over but still couldn't see a thing, until his little head peeked up from ground level from right underneath where the three rocks touched.  He was stuck in a hole, well, not actually a hole; it turned out to be a mostly intact kiva. An underground chamber. Of course we didn't learn that until later, but for that camping trip and all of the ones that followed, we had found a perfect spot to hide out from our parents and Nascha, our sister, and arch-enemy number one in those days. Even as teens we loved hanging out in there, having cleaned and widened the opening to allow for easier access. When the sun hit at a certain time of day, it could fill the underground room with so much light, you'd never know you were basically in a hole.

God, I don't think I've thought of that place since Nascha died, but for some reason it seems like that would be the perfect spot for Mal to hide out. With a campground nearby, he could make use of the amenities there and Moab's not far away for necessities. On top of that, as far as I know the only other person who knows about that place is me. I certainly never told anyone about its existence. Yes, my gut tells me I'll find my brother there, but I'm not dumb enough to drive my car into the park.

It's not that difficult to figure out if you have a tail on the open roads between Cortez and Monticello, and by the time I get close to my destination, I'm fairly well convinced that I have no one behind me. When I get to the park gate, I follow the road a ways in, until I find a trail entrance that already has quite a few cars in the parking lot. I slide Neil's old truck between a minivan and a Ford-150 and send one last text to Katie, knowing that I won't likely have reception for long. A check of my watch and the small backpack with water and some trail mix and fruit on my back, and I'm setting off on the trail. But not for long.

Making sure there is no one directly in front or visible behind me, about a quarter mile into the trail, I head north, away from the path and in the general direction of the campground a few miles up the road. I check my surroundings constantly, but other the occasional small animal scurrying out of sight before I even have a chance to identify it, there is hardly a sound or sign of life. Yet I have no doubt of what I'll find when I get where I'm going.