Cindy Spencer Pape - [Guardian Investigations 01] (3 page)

I had to admit I felt better about sleeping
with Evan now that I’d figured out who he was. Of course, if things got ooky
between us later, Will would be pissed about it. Too bad. Just because he was
my big brother, that didn’t mean he got to control my life.

“Mind if I join you?”

The plastic shower curtain slipped aside,
and Evan stepped in over the tub wall without waiting for an answer. My skin
tingled and my nipples perked up. Yeah, like I was going to tell him no. Not in
this lifetime. I had no idea where this relationship was going, even if there’d
be a relationship after this weekend, but I damn sure wasn’t going to waste a
minute of what we did have.

Evan pulled me into his arms for a good
morning kiss that was long, slow and satisfying.

“How do you feel this morning?” We were
both breathing hard by the time he pulled back far enough to ask. His erection
poked insistently against my stomach.

“Horny.” I swirled my tongue around a dark
tan nipple.

He groaned and rocked his hips, rubbing his
cock against me. “That isn’t what I meant.”

“I know.” I switched to the other nipple
and flattened my mouth against it so I could suck on the taut little nub. He
fisted his hands in my long, inky black hair.

“Are you hurting?”

I sighed and laid my face against his
chest, rubbing my cheek on the thick mat of hair. “A bit. Nothing serious. I
need to call the auto club about my car this morning.”

“I wondered how you’d gotten here,” he
admitted. One hand continued to play with my hair while the other travelled
down to cup my ass. “Will said the place would be empty.”

“Yeah, well big brother doesn’t always know
everything. Even if he is a precog.” Then a horrifying thought slammed into me,
and I looked up at him, eyes wide. “He isn’t…showing up here, is he?”

“God, no!” Evan looked almost as panicked
as me at that thought. “No, I just finished up a long case in
Santa Barbara
and wanted a break for a few
days. Will said the place needed checking on anyway, so he tossed me the keys
and a map.”

“Whew.” We both laughed, and I nuzzled his
chest some more. The hair was thick, crisp and curly, and it felt good against
my cheek and nose. Evan reached around me to pick up a plastic bottle, then he
squirted strawberry shampoo into his hands and began to lather up my hair.

“He told me about what happened to you at
Christmas.” The laughter was gone from his tone now. His low voice was filled
with gruff concern. His fingers felt like heaven as they gently massaged my
scalp. “He’s been worried about how you’re holding up.”

“I know.” My whole family was worried about
me. No surprise there. But that Will’s partners would know about my accident
and care about it was somehow touching. “I’m still having trouble dealing, but
the nightmares are getting better. I came up here this weekend to decide
whether or not I want to go back to the SDPD.”

“I’d apologise for intruding, but I’m not
that big of a hypocrite.” Now the chuckle was back, reverberating in his chest.
He turned me so I could tip my head back into the stream of water to rinse the
suds from my hair. “Though it might be a little rough to face your brother over
coffee Monday morning.”

“Oh, I’m sure you’ll survive it, big guy.”

“I imagine I will. Good thing he’s
precognitive and not clairvoyant. I’d hate to think he was watching me fuck his
baby sister in the shower.”

“Yeah, that would be creepy.” Will’s
psychic abilities covered a pretty wide range, just like my own, but I didn’t
think he could actually see us.

Now that my hair was rinsed, Evan lathered
his hands full of soap and began washing my skin, starting with my shoulders
and back. His strong fingers massaged the tired muscles, and I nearly melted
into a puddle. The only thing that kept me upright was the steady zing of
arousal running though me in counterpoint to the relaxation.

When his hands moved around to the front,
arousal completely took over. He smoothed the soap suds over my breasts and
belly with slow, caressing strokes, pausing to pay special attention to my
nipples which were still tender and swollen from the night before. Just the
lightest touch from his fingers had a fresh rush of wetness seeping between my
legs.

“You’re beautiful, you know that.” He ran
his tongue around the shell of my ear. “Brave and strong and utterly feminine.”

I moaned and shifted against his cock. It
was hard and hot, nestled in the small of my back. He kneaded my breasts, which
I’d always considered too big.

“They’re perfect,” he argued. Had I spoken
out loud? “Look how they fill my hands.”

I looked down. The sight of his big tanned
hands holding my paler flesh was almost as exciting as what those hands were
doing. My nipples were flushed a dark rose and hard as the rock of the mountain
outside.

I almost cried when he released my breasts
and trailed his hands down to my stomach. I was in good shape, had to be as a
cop, but Nana’s genetics had decreed I would always carry an extra ten pounds.
There was a little bit of fluff overlaying the muscle, no matter how many
sit-ups I did. He smoothed it with his fingers and repeated. “Perfect.”

His hands went down to my full hips, and he
gripped them hard with both hands. He rubbed his swollen penis against my back
while he spoke. “Your hair is incredible and your eyes are like green velvet.
You have the most luscious ass I’ve ever seen, and these incredibly feminine
hips make me crazy. As for the rest of you—” He broke off to suck in a raspy
breath. “It’s like you were built just for me. I can fuck you all I want
without being afraid you’re going to break.”

“God, yes!” I believed him. With him, I
actually felt beautiful and sexy. Now I just wanted him to get on with it.

I wasn’t sure how this was going to work
standing up, not with the height differential. But I
did
know something
that would, something I’d been wanting to do since last night. I turned in his
arms and licked the crease between his pecs.

The water rained down on us, making our
skin slide easily along one another’s. I tasted both of his nipples then moved
back to the centre to run a row of kisses downward along his washboard abs.
When I reached his navel, I tickled it a bit then dipped my tongue inside.

“Hannah…” He braced one hand on the wall
and cupped the back of my head with the other. His stance was as wide as the
tub would allow. When I dropped to my knees between his huge feet, he groaned.

I gripped his penis in both hands. He was
thicker than my wrist and the length was certainly proportional to the rest of him.
The skin was satiny soft over flesh that felt like steel. I darted out my
tongue for a taste, running it around the base of the broad flared head.

Yum!

I licked a bitter salty droplet from the
slit, then opened my mouth as wide as I could and took the whole tip inside.
His hips flexed, and his hand tightened just for a moment in my hair.

Lord, he was incredible, filling my mouth
and both hands. I sucked hard, taking him to the back of my throat, which still
meant barely more than his tip was inside. I used my hands to pump in time with
the suction, while I breathed through my nose, filling my senses with scent of
him. I felt my cream coat my pussy and squeezed my legs together hard to ease
the ache of my arousal.

The hand wrapped around the base of his shaft
eased back just a little to feel his heavy balls. They were covered with soft
hair over crinkled skin, drawn up taut and close to his pelvis. I squeezed them
gently, then ran one finger back to the line of nerves between his sac and
anus. He grunted and flexed his hips again, thrusting his cock even deeper into
the hot cavern of my mouth. I rewarded him by swallowing and allowing the
muscles of my throat to milk his tip, while my finger tucked right up against
his asshole and pressed.

His hips jerked furiously, and his fingers
clamped down on my scalp. Every muscle in his body went tight. I pressed down
with my finger and sucked hard on the glans. I swear he got even bigger, making
my jaw strain to surround him.

“Hannah!” He roared. A stream of scalding-hot
semen flooded my mouth. I swallowed greedily, drinking him in as he came, long
and hard. When the jets finally subsided, he leaned against the side wall of
the tub, gasping for breath. I took his penis in my hands again and gently
licked him clean.

“Christ!” He hooked his hands under my arms
and hauled me to my feet. Then he claimed me with a kiss that seemed designed
to suck my very soul from my flesh. By the time he was through ravishing my
mouth, he was hard again, his renewed erection poking into my stomach.

“We’re liable to kill each other here.”

I didn’t think he cared too much since he
followed the words with another kiss. I knew I didn’t give a damn. I couldn’t
think of another way I’d rather die.

While our tongues tangled with each other,
he backed me up against the rear wall of the tub and lifted me off my feet. I
instinctively wrapped my legs around his waist, opening myself for his
invasion.

He slid into me slow and smooth, as
inexorable as a landslide. He didn’t stop until I was smashed between the
shower wall and his chest, which was just about as solid. I locked my arms
around his shoulders and my ankles behind his hips and held on for dear life.

“You fit me like a glove,” he whispered,
withdrawing until just his tip was inside me then pushing slowly back in. Once
he was seated to the hilt, he rotated his hips. I felt the delicious friction
in every inch of my channel. “So tight, so hot, and so God damned soft.”

He kept the slow strokes going until I
thought I would lose my mind.

“Harder, damn you,” I sobbed finally and
bit down on his pec.

He gave a husky chuckle and complied,
pounding into me harder and faster with every thrust. Then I did lose my mind.
Everything exploded at once, like a whole crate of fireworks going off under my
skin and behind my eyelids. I squeezed my arms and legs around him and cried
out as I came.

Evan growled low in his chest and slammed
my ass into the wall with the force of his final thrust. He held his cock deep
inside the clasping, quivering walls of my vagina and poured himself into me,
hot thick spurts that kept coming, despite the fact that he’d just come down my
throat.

He leaned his forehead against the wall
beside my face and heaved in a deep breath. “You okay?”

“Will be,” I muttered. “Squished.”

“Sorry.” He shifted his weight off of me,
pulling out at the same time. Warm trickles of semen ran down my leg, mixing
with the now-cool water of the shower. His chocolate brown eyes met mine in a
look that managed to be so hot and so tender at the same time that I almost
cried at the sheer beauty of it.

As soon as we got our breath back, we
quickly rinsed ourselves, before the water turned to ice. Evan turned off the
taps and pulled back the shower curtain then handed me a towel. Just as he
wrapped one around himself, we both heard the blare of heavy metal music coming
from the bathroom counter. Evan must have left his cell phone there the night
before.

“Office,” he said when he picked it up. “I
started the coffeemaker before I got in the shower. Meet you in the kitchen in
five.”

I dropped a kiss on his shoulder then went
back into the bedroom to dress. By the time I combed out my hair, pulled on
jeans and a San Diego State sweatshirt from my backpack, and dug out a dry pair
of running shoes, Evan had finished his call, dressed, and was waiting for me
in the kitchen.

He sat at the table, barefoot, wearing an
unbuttoned denim shirt and a pair of baggy olive cargo pants when I emerged.

“So how much has Will told you about
Guardian?” He passed me a full mug of coffee and a box of doughnuts when I sat
across from him.

I took a sip and almost choked at the
strength of the brew. But I needed the caffeine hit, so I took another drink
before I answered. “I know you’re all aware of his psychic abilities and that
you let him use them. I know that Vaughn—who is either your brother or
cousin—was in the Marines with Will. They were close enough that when you
formed Guardian, you let him go in with you, even though he’s the only
non-relative among the partners.”

“Vaughn’s my brother. Younger by less than
a year. Will saved his life more than once. We all owe him big time. And he’s
more than pulled his weight at Guardian.”

I helped myself to a chocolate covered
doughnut and took a bite. Rich creamy filling exploded across my tongue. After
I’d swallowed, I raised one eyebrow. “What aren’t you telling me?”

He took a bite of his own sugar-covered
pastry and licked up a bit of red fruit filling. I remembered the feel of that
tongue on my skin and wriggled in my wooden chair. “I know about the
kidnapping, Hannah, and the accident. Will told me how you nearly died along
with that little boy.”

I shuddered at the memory. “I’d never been
so closely linked to a victim before. I think he might have been a bit psychic
himself. I tried telling the idiot FBI agent where they were, how to find him,
but the bastard just refused to believe me. I was on my way there on my own when
they killed him. The link was so tight, I blacked out and drove into a ditch.
I’ve been on administrative leave for the last three months, but Monday it’s
over. I came up here this weekend to decide whether to go back or find some new
way to make a living.”

He sighed and scrunched his eyes closed. “I
have a favour to ask you. But I’m not sure I should. Damn it, I can’t stand the
thought of putting you through something like that again, but that call that
just came in was a case.”

I looked out the window, noting absently
that the storm had completely passed. The bright sunshine contrasted sharply
with the sudden pall in the room. My throat closed convulsively as dread crept
up my spine. I knew, quite certainly, that it was a kidnapping—that another
child was in danger. And Evan wasn’t sure I’d be able to handle it. That was
okay—neither was I. I lifted my coffee mug with a shaky hand and took a sip.