Power Up 3: Whispered Words (4 page)

He dodged the burst of flame that nearly singed his brows and sent Xavier a message. With quick reflexes, he knocked the lighter and air freshener from her hands—explaining the mini flamethrower—and tried to cage her while he avoided hurting her. Xavier returned and used her split second of surprise to tackle her into the garden tub.

Josh picked up the lighter. “She’s inventive.”

“And squirmy.” Xavier let out a huff when she kicked him in the gut. “Okay, that’s it.” He hauled her out of the tub and over his shoulder.

Josh watched with a keen sense of anticipation. He couldn’t say why, but her presence added to…everything. Yet none of this rang true. The consequence of her being here on the heels of what had happened just a short month ago didn’t fit. Had she been sent by Otis Werlin to kill them or to spy on them? Because no way in hell she’d arrived at the family’s cabin by accident. Not after what had gone down a month ago.

Once in the bedroom, Xavier and he mentally agreed to take off her clothes to prevent the woman from escaping. But the she-devil refused to accommodate him.

“Damn you. Get off me!” She knocked into Xavier with an elbow, and he finally lost his temper. That Xavier had lasted longer than five minutes without losing it surprised him. Those big beautiful eyes of hers had gotten to his twin too.

“Okay, princess. Time to pay the piper. Tell me what Werlin offered you, and I’ll consider letting you go with your clothes
on
.”
“Help me out, bro.”
 

Josh joined him. He straddled her waist and held her, and together they managed to drag her boots, jacket, hat, and gloves off her. The pants were trickier, but they came off with little fuss as well. Of course, two grown men who between them weighed triple what she did shouldn’t have had any trouble.

And then she did the unthinkable. She managed a lucky kick between Xavier’s legs.

Josh felt the echo of pain his brother felt from his balls to his brain. Xavier keeled over. Josh throbbed and groaned. But he refused to let go of the hellcat in his arms. The more she struggled, the more difficult it became not to physically react.

Despite his brother’s pain, her friction turned Josh on, big-time.

“God, that’s weird.” Xavier groaned. “A hard-on that hurts.” He cupped himself, and after a few moments, he rose to his knees. He stared at her, lingering on her supple thighs. “You’re gonna pay for that one, sweetheart.” With ruthless precision, they stripped her down to her bra and panties and double-checked her for concealed weapons. Her full breasts were a surprise on such a petite frame, but they looked real. And that ass… Josh had some lusty fantasies about parting those cheeks and shoving home.

“Oh yeah. Let’s start the interrogation right now.”
Xavier rubbed his erection through his jeans, and once again Josh’s arousal surged.

“Easy, bro. You’re both killing me.”

“You can both go straight to hell.” She tried to dislodge Josh from sitting astride her waist while Xavier moved behind her on the bed. He soon held her wrists prisoner with one large hand. “Who the hell are you? Why are you here in my cabin?”

“
Your
cabin?” they asked at the same time.

Josh answered, “Honey, this is our family place.” She stilled and looked at him. “Wait. You’re related to Julia Cannon?”

“Right. Like you don’t know who we are.”

She blinked at him, then at Xavier, her gaze searching. “Julia has two sets of twins?” Josh didn’t answer; neither did Xavier. “Okay… So you said something before about a guy named Werlin.”

Josh snorted, more than annoyed. Could an opponent just once tell the goddamn truth? “Tell your boss we don’t care what he says. He had it coming to him, and if he doesn’t like it, he can take it up with Boise’s finest.”

“Wait. Hold on.” She took a deep breath and let it out.

But the only thing she managed to do was divert Josh’s attention from her full lips to her tempting breasts. He could see the hard points of her nipples straining against the plain white cotton of her bra. And damn, but the sight of this petite woman in serviceable underwear was hotter than anything he’d ever seen in a magazine or on TV.

“Much as I wish she was ours, I doubt she is. The timing is suspect. She’s got to
be Werlin’s secret weapon. Put her in a room, strip her naked, and the enemy will go
out of his mind wanting to fuck her.”
Trust Xavier to get to the heart of the matter.

“Crudely put but yeah. God, I’m hard.”

“Me too.”

“What?” She squirmed underneath him and froze. A hint of fear appeared on her face and just as quickly disappeared, but it was enough to prod Josh to find some answers. To his disquiet, he didn’t like seeing her afraid of him.

“Your name.”

“Chloe King. I work in Bend at the PowerUp! gym. I’ve rented this cabin from your mom before, back in the summer. A nice lady.”
Unlike you
went unsaid but understood. “There’s a huge misunderstanding here. I came up to stay for a week.”

“Through the storm?” Xavier released her wrists and joined Josh on the bed, sitting by her side and facing her.

She didn’t move from her position under Josh, but she did lower her arms.

Cautious, she nodded. “Yeah. I had some trouble at home and wanted to clear my head.”

Josh wanted badly to ask what kind of trouble but didn’t. Not yet. “So you just thought you’d push past the snow and trek into the mountains to a cabin you didn’t see fit to pay for?”

She flushed. “I’m low on funds, okay? This is so embarrassing.” Xavier didn’t look at him when he said,
“She’s lying.”

“I know. But she’s a good liar. I want to believe her.”

“I want to fuck her.”

“Xavier.”
Josh sighed, wishing he could argue the point, but he couldn’t. He wanted to bury himself inside her as well. Hell. It had been too long since he’d had a woman. To Chloe, he said, “I’m Josh Cannon. This is my brother Xavier. You already met our mother, Julia.”

Xavier gave her a hard look before grabbing his HF handset from the dresser.

“Hold on. I need to make a call.” He pressed a button to signal the other side and waited. “Hey, Sam. You’re on detail, huh? Get Mom for me. Yeah, we’re good.” A pause. They exchanged pleasantries, and then his voice changed. It softened as he spoke to their mother. He asked about Chloe.

After a few seconds, he grinned. “Yeah. Short. Long dark hair. Looks really good in a tight sweater.” He laughed. “Just kidding. No, no reason I’m asking. Just found a picture here of the woman with her name on the back. I was curious.” Another pause. “Okay. Yeah, love you too. We’re keeping an eye out, and we’ll let you know if we hear anything. See you soon.” He disconnected, and his smile faded.

“She’s Chloe King, or at least a woman fitting that description.” His eyes narrowed.

“So you came all the way out here with just the clothes on your back and a gun?”

“No. My pack is behind the house in the woods.” Xavier left without another word.

Josh didn’t take his gaze from her. “So you had problems and needed to hide out for a bit.”

She nodded. God, that mouth made him think of all the things she could be licking or sucking right now… He cleared his throat but didn’t move from his position holding her down. Most of his weight rested on his thighs but not all.

“Steady, bro.”

“Shut up, Xavier.”
Josh forced himself to focus on what she said, not what she looked—and felt—like. “You expect us to believe you just happened to come up here, through a snowstorm, for the hell of it.”

She frowned, her eyes clouding with anger. “No. I told you, I had a few things I needed to deal with.”

“Like?”

His brother returned carrying a heavy pack. He dropped it by the doorway and rejoined them on the bed.

“Trouble, you said? Like what?” Josh repeated.

“Like a stalker, Mr. Nosy.” She looked as if she regretted her outburst as soon as she said it. A lot more like Xavier than him in temperament, apparently.

Xavier leaned closer to her.

“What is he doing? Hey. What are you—are you sniffing me?” she ended in a squeak.

Xavier drew back, his eyes narrowed. “Stalker, hmm?” To Josh, he sent,
“I
think it’s her. She’s wearing that same light perfume like the woman from the
warehouse. But she’s not answering when I try to send to her.”

“Yeah, but you haven’t been the same since Werlin tagged us.”
The bastard they’d dealt with in a small town outside of Boise, Idaho, on their last mission had caught them in the back blast of a bomb. The shock had knocked him and Xavier unconscious. The slight concussion had affected their gifts. Though both brothers continued to communicate telepathically with each other, Josh had started having trouble seeing the future. Xavier’s ability to reach out and talk to their girl, as they liked to think of her, had been hit or miss. And for the last two weeks, definitely miss.

“Do you think she’s the one?”
The one person they’d been in intimate contact with for years. Xavier didn’t know it, but his eyes softened as he looked down at her.

“Hell. I don’t know. What I do know is we need to come to some understanding
with her.”

“And nothing says we can’t do that while horizontal.”
She rolled her eyes. “Oh hell. You guys are talking to each other. Great, more telepaths. Just what I don’t need.”

“What are you talking about?” A woman who talked about psychic ability as if it weren’t out of the ordinary not only made Josh instantly suspicious…it also intrigued him.

“You know what I’m talking about. Now let me go. I’m not working for your Werlin guy. Besides, I’m cold.”

Xavier grinned down at her tight nipples. “Yeah? Well, I know a good way to warm you up.” He leaned down and kissed her before she could protest.

Josh groaned as he stared at the back of his brother’s head. Their odd connection had always linked the two of them, making for some awkward moments during dating especially. Everything Xavier felt, Josh felt as well, and vice versa.

Magnified arousal rebounding between brothers made it hard for Josh to think beyond how good Chloe felt under his twin’s lips. Like when he’d touched her before, the connection was electric. And way more powerful than he could handle right now.

He wanted to rip off the rest of her clothes. Get next to her skin to skin, then plunge inside her.

She moaned and writhed, and he realized Xavier’s hands now cupped her breasts.
“She feels so damn good.”

“God, Xavier, stop. I can’t…” He panted, his cock so hard he hurt. And then Chloe bucked up, grinding against his balls.

Lost in the woman and the carnal experience of his brother’s needs, he exploded. Like a fucking teenager during his first time. He felt the answering jolt in his brother, heard his disappointed groan, and then Xavier leaned up from Chloe.

Embarrassed and frustrated because he hadn’t planned on having a damn orgasm while interrogating the woman, Josh ignored the mess in his pants and left the bed. He dragged his brother with him. To Chloe, he ordered, “Don’t move.” They slammed out of the room, both panting and uncomfortable.

“That hasn’t happened in years. I hate that.” Xavier shoved him into the wall.

“Couldn’t hold it, could you, lightweight?”

“Fuck off.” Josh slugged his brother in the chest, right over the lingering scar still healing from a piece of lead that had embedded there after the bomb. “If you hadn’t been so busy shoving your tongue down her throat and feeling her up, I might have been able to control myself.”

“Shit. That hurt.” Xavier rubbed his chest.

Ignoring the wounded look in his eyes, Josh went on the offensive. “What the hell are you thinking? We don’t know who she really is. The Werlins are still after us with a vendetta you know won’t go away until either we’re dead or they are, and our mojo is on the fritz. So fucking that woman right now is not a great move, by any stretch of the imagination.” He glared at his brother, wishing he didn’t always have to be the voice of reason.

His twin ran an unsteady hand through his hair. “I know, I know. It’s my fault. But Josh, she was so damned sweet. I mean, those tits, that mouth… I couldn’t think when I looked into her eyes. She’s got to be our girl. I can’t hear her, but I
feel
her. You know?”

They blew out frustrated breaths at the same time. Then Josh froze. “We left her in there by herself with her bag. I sure as shit hope the gun I took from her was her only one.”

Together, they turned and pushed the door open only to find her lying on the bed asleep, looking like an angel. She’d pulled the covers up to her chin, and while they watched, she sighed into the pillow. Into
Josh’s
pillow.

Ignoring the flare of lust that grew to life once more, Josh took the opportunity to search through her things while Xavier called and asked their younger brother for any information on a Chloe King. If they’d had any connectivity out here, Josh would have called or looked online for the information himself. But the weather had knocked them out of the loop. Good for isolation, bad for backup.

After a search through her things, Josh pocketed another pistol, two knives, and her two-way radio. If the woman didn’t work for Werlin, she needed to come up with some answers for the arsenal in her bags.

“Sexy
and
lethal. Not a good combination.” Xavier shook his head. “Just our luck, eh?” He closed his eyes, breathed in and out a few times, and focused.

Josh could feel him reaching out. “Anything?”

Xavier swore. “Woman is locked up tighter than a drum. Either I’m still out of it, or she’s not ours. But this is confusing as hell. She’s the woman we rescued last week from the warehouse. We prevented that death.”

“Yeah, but that doesn’t mean she’s our girl. Some of my visions don’t seem to relate to her. At least not that I can tell.” He glanced down at her, at the full lashes creating shadows under her eyes. Chloe looked sweet and so vulnerable lying there.

“We have to be sure about her. But I won’t lie. I feel something more for her. It’s psychic but not. I don’t know.”