Stepbrother Unsealed(72)

Shit.

“Now look what you've done,” she growls, pressing her fingers gingerly into her side and wincing. Delia's hand goes clammy and cold in mine as we watch her dial something on the phone, lift it to her lips, and start talking.

“Hello, Sheriff? It's Evie Cleveland at the Burr estate. There's an emergency here. Yes, Bruce and Evangeline Burr, that's...”#p#分页标题#e#

She starts rattling off our address. I jerk Delia forward before my asshole mother can block our way again. We're flying upstairs.

She's in full tears, barely able to move, so I hoist her up and carry her. The house is completely dark upstairs, but it doesn't stop me from leaping over drunken stragglers on the ground, heading for the garage.

“Jesus, Chris, what's going on? What are we going to do? We're fucked.”

I clench my jaw. It's the last time I ever want her saying that word unless there's something sexy behind it.

I don't say a word until I throw her in the passenger seat and start buckling her seat belt. She isn't protesting anymore by the time I start the engine. The slowest garage door in the world opens, and I'm tearing down the long, winding road downhill.

My fingers tap the alert for the snob in the guardhouse over and over again, but he isn't opening shit. I stop next to his window for about three seconds.

A single look inside tells me everything I need to know. He's standing up at full attention, a stern look on his face. He doesn't even open his window, just shakes his head and points back at the house, one hand near the taser on his hip.

He's got balls for wanting to tango with a Navy SEAL in full combat mode, I'll give him that. Tonight, balls aren't enough.

“Baby, hold on.”

It's all the warning I give her before I floor it. The guard panics, shouts, and then there's nothing at all but the screaming crunch of metal-on-metal as my truck smashes through the gate.

Delia bursts into tears all over again and covers her face. It takes us a full minute on the open road, roaring down it like we're riding a bullet, before she starts laughing.

“What's so damned funny?” I snarl, trying to decide where the hell we should go. I remember the mid-tier motel the navy set us up at, and I start heading in that direction, wondering if my beautiful girl's truly lost her mind.

“It's nothing,” she says, wiping at her tears. “I knew what we're doing is wrong, Chris. Taboo. But I never thought it'd make us wanted. How many laws did we just break? How long before Evie sics the entire city PD on us?”

It's a good question, and I don't know the answer. All I can do is reach across the space between us and clasp her hand. I don't let up 'til we're in the hotel parking lot, ready to see if they've got any spare rooms.

Fuck me. This isn't how I imagined my last night going before deploying to Korea.

An hour later, we're holed up in a room with the AC on full blast, and Delia still feels like she's melting. I've got her on my lap, stroking her hair, doing all I can calm her down.

She's panicked. The poor girl's never had to deal with the cops before, much less being a possible accomplice to property destruction.

Whatever, I plan to turn myself in. I'll shell out the money to replace Bruce's gate myself. I doubt her old man will let her get in hot water too, and between his money and my commander's national security excuses, none of us are going to be serving any time or drowning in debt.

I've already placed a call to base. Commander Jones was irate, but he's more worried about me missing the flight tomorrow morning than my bullshit antics.

Too damned bad. I've got my connections, and I'll use 'em to help us both. Only thing I regret is having Delia sitting there listening to the call, overhearing the gravity in our voices when we're talking about tomorrow.

It sets her off all over again, and I've been trying to unwind her for the last twenty minutes. It's the first time I've been able to put a cap on that raging hunger in my blood each time her body's against mine.#p#分页标题#e#

I still want to fuck her. I always want to fuck this chick, through tragedy and triumph, morning, noon, and night. But I want her heart to slow down first, and I want to taste her lips on mine without so many salty tears in the way.

“Goddammit,” she moans, shaking her head for the thousandth time. “What if this was all a big mistake? I have a really bad feeling about what's going to happen when we leave this hotel room.”

My finger flies to her lips, and I push it in hard, right down the center.

“Quiet. You're whipping yourself into a frenzy, babe, and as shitty as this all is, it's gonna blow over. I don't want to hear anything else leaving your lips unless it's to talk about our future after I get back, or how much you still love me despite the way I've put you through the grinder.”