Bucking Bronc Lodge 04(66)
Jordan had lost control herself though. She dug her fingers into his shoulders as she impaled herself on his length again, then lifted herself and did it once more. A moan of pleasure ripped from his gut, and the walls shook as she rode him hard, and he drove himself deeper and deeper into her.
He felt the first spasms of her orgasm as her muscles clenched his sex, and he tilted her head back, plunged his tongue into her mouth and tasted her one more time as she came apart in his arms.
The thrill of her cry piercing the air drove him to thrust harder, and he threw her on the bed, pulled her legs wide apart and plunged so deeply he felt her core.
Her body shuddered and shivered around him as he moaned her name and lost himself inside her.
* * *
PLEASURE ROLLED THROUGH Jordan in waves. But mingled with the pleasure, intermittent waves of reality rippled through her.
Miles sighed and rolled sideways, pulling her into his embrace, and she allowed herself to nestle in his arms for a few minutes. Emotions she had no business feeling stole through her thoughts.
She was in love with Miles.
She closed her eyes, wondering when it had happened, but she couldn’t remember one definable moment. It was all the little ones that had built up. The sexy look in his eyes when he spoke. The possessive, protective aura that radiated from him when it came to his son. The steely strength and determination to protect the world and seek justice for innocents.
He rubbed his forehead against hers and made a low sound in his throat. “I’m sorry, Jordan, I—”
“Shh.” She pressed her finger to his lips, then looked up at him and kissed him with all the love that had built in her heart. “We both needed that. No questions. No regrets.”
He searched her face for a long moment, then gave a small nod, his eyes blurred with tears that he wouldn’t let fall.
She took his hand and kissed his fingers one by one, then placed it over her heart. For a moment they lay entwined, each seeking strength and solace from the other. But his fingers slowly inched over her nipple, teasing it until it stiffened and hunger flared inside his eyes.
Hot need flooded her body with desire, and she kissed him again, then climbed on top of him and drove him to sweet oblivion once again.
An hour later, they collapsed into a deep exhausted sleep. But Jordan jerked awake to the sound of Miles’s phone buzzing on the nightstand where he’d dropped it.
Knowing Miles needed rest, she reached for it and pressed the connect button.
“It’s Blackpaw. Miles?”
“This is Jordan,” she said. “Miles is asleep. Finally.” Jordan explained about the night before and the search team they’d ordered.
“Dammit,” Blackpaw said. “I hope they don’t find anything. But I have some information for him.”
“Tell me and I’ll let him know.”
Blackpaw hesitated, then spoke in a gruff voice. “All right. Maybe it’s better he hear it from you. We arrested Ables.”
“Dugan’s half brother?”
“Yeah, and he confessed to killing June Kelly. He said he grew up in Dugan’s shadow and that he wanted to be like him. So he killed Kelly to free his brother. Then he wanted to hook up and work with him but Dugan ignored him and came after Miles.”
“Did he kill Timmy’s mother?” Jordan asked.
“No, Dugan did.”
Just as Miles suspected.
“There’s more. Ables gave me an address where he last saw their mother. It’s not too far from where you are now.” He recited the address, and she shook Miles as she disconnected.
“Wake up, Miles,” she said. “Come on, Blackpaw called and we have a new lead.”
“Timmy?”
She caressed his stubbled cheek with her hand. “I don’t know for sure, but it’s an address for Dugan’s mother.”
Miles vaulted off the bed and grabbed his clothes and jerked them on.
Hope jumped in Jordan’s chest as she dressed, too. Forget the shower. This might lead them to Dugan and Timmy.
* * *
MILES RUSHED INTO the bathroom and splashed cold water on his face, not bothering to shower or shave. He hadn’t thought he’d sleep at all last night but making love with Jordan had worn him out.
They should probably talk about it, he thought, then dismissed the idea when he stepped into the bedroom and she rushed into the bathroom herself. Minutes later, they grabbed coffee and tortillas from the breakfast buffet in the motel, then jumped in his Jeep.
“You should have let me talk to Blackpaw,” Miles said, his tone gruffer than he’d intended.
“You were sleeping so soundly I wanted to let you rest.”
“You don’t have to take care of me.”
“What if I wanted to?” Jordan said with a defiant chin lift.