The Bond (Unbroken Raine Falling 4)

“But we can’t wait that long to do something. We have to figure out who’s behind this and why, or I’m worried the trial will be open and shut and—”

“I’ve thought the same thing and I’m ahead of you. I texted Seth and Beck last night. They’ll be ’round shortly so we can put our heads together.”

“Good.” She bit her lip, wondering how Liam would take her next piece of news. “It’s kind of funny. I had a similar idea. I, um…called my brother. He’ll be by this morning, too.”

Liam sat up and glared at her. “I don’t want that wanker here.”

“He wants to help,” she argued.

“Oh, he’s helped plenty. Don’t you think?”

“River is sorry. He tried to tell the police to drop the case. He made a mistake. We’ve all made them. He’s the only family I have left.”

“You mean besides Hammer, me, and the bairn?” He shot her another cross glare.

“Family with blood in my veins who knew me as a kid.” When he looked unmoved, she sat up with an angry huff. “What if I’d decided to hold a grudge against your parents for barging in on us unannounced at a really bad time?”

“They were only trying to help.”

“Uh-huh.

Liam looked frustrated now. “They apologized.”

“Really? Hmm…”

“It’s not the same, wench. Hammer would be with us now if it weren’t for your brother.”

She sighed, deflated. “I know. Can you just be civil once? He wants to be a part of the solution. I know Seth is a PI, but River was a Green Beret, so he’s got skills, which could really come in handy if we have to figure out who wants Hammer behind bars.”

“The last time he used his skills, he added two and two and came up with Hammer in the slammer.” Liam rose, tossed on his boxers, and paced. “I don’t like it.”

“I know.” She rose to her knees and crossed the bed, grabbing him when he drew near and pressing kisses across his jaw. “But it would make me happy.” She reached inside his underwear and stroked his cock, gratified to feel him harden in an instant beneath her palm. “Really happy.”

He answered with a groan. “How happy?”

“Sublimely, ecstatically happy.” She dragged the elastic down over his stiff cock, past his hips, and breathed over the purple crest. “You might even say orgasmic.”

“Would you now?” He thrust his hands in her hair. “Tell me more, you wicked wench.”

“My pleasure,” she breathed, then engulfed his cock in the depths of her mouth.

Silky, hot, salty, all man…Raine absolutely loved to get her mouth on him. He was a playground for her taste buds. A high for her olfactory senses. A thrill for her submissive heart.

Neither of them wasted time. He wanted it hot and hard, and she gave it to him in fast, rhythmic strokes, punctuating each with a drag of tongue and a gentle scrape of teeth.

Liam gripped her hair in his tight fists. The sensual distress in his hiss and the prickling tug on her scalp aroused the hell out of her.

“Jesus, Raine. That’s it. Suck me deep. All the way to your throat.”

She did exactly as he instructed, fondling his balls with one hand, stroking his length with the other. She swallowed on the head of his cock.

“Oh, fuck. Raine,” he panted as she worked his shaft faster. “Woman…”

She moaned on him, lifting away for a second to arch closer and feed his length between her breasts and up to her swollen lips before she tongued him. He staggered on his feet and gave her another sexual growl. In her mouth, she felt him harden more and swell.

“Raine!”

Yeah, she had him now—and she couldn’t wait. “Give it to me.”

Suddenly, he tugged on her hair and pulled her off his cock. “I will—when you’re not topping from the bottom. Get on your back. And spread those pretty thighs.”

Something about yesterday—or everything—had let loose the Dominant in him. Not that she was complaining…

With her heart racing, she met the dark burn of his stare and eased back on the middle of the bed, legs splayed. When he climbed between them, face first, she swallowed.

Damn it, arousing him had already turned her on. If he was going to torment her with the orgasm he wouldn’t allow her to have, she was toast.

Maybe some preemptive begging was in order. “Liam…”

“Not a word until I say so.”

Then he pushed her thighs wide, sucked her clit into his mouth, and speared her with a pair of fingers that knew exactly where to probe to have her gasping and tensing to hold back her orgasm in under a minute.

“You’re wet.” He sounded pleased.

“Always for you.”

Now he sent her a dark glower. “I said not a word.”

Shutting up now… But god, she wanted to whimper and plead, especially when he dragged his tongue through her folds again and settled over her clit with a nip of teeth. His damn fingers joined inside her once more, finding the perfect spot and…