her, she’d confess and let the chips fall where they may. Especially if
Angus got his in the bargain. But Wes’s freedom was also in the mix, and hell
if she’d allow him to get locked up for her cowardice and lousy choice in men.
He’d killed for her. The least she could do was drug a fucking
undercover Fed. Didn’t matter that she loved said Fed. Love didn’t count, not
in this instance.
“Are you okay?’ Dakin walked into the room. Naked as a freaking jaybird,
heavy cock swinging this way and that. She forced her gaze away and met his
eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She picked up his drink, handed it to him. “I
poured you a drink.”
Those sinful eyes smiled at her as he brought the glass to his
lips. “Thanks.” He drank about half then paused. “Hmm, good shit.”
She giggled, on the verge of hysteria.
“Hey, stay the night with me.” He cupped her chin. “I want you in
my arms when I wake up.”
“Drink your good shit.” She sipped hers, entire body trembling.
He blinked slowly. “Stay with me, Ever.”
“I will if you drink up.” She attempted a grin. “In case you
missed it, I’m trying to get you drunk here.” He had to drink the entire thing.
“Hm.” He downed the last of the liquor. “You want to have your
wicked way with me?”
“I do.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit beside her on
the bed. He sat heavily, a frown playing on his brow. The glass slipped from
his fingers to the floor, the sound muffled by the thick carpet. He tipped
forward and would’ve fallen on his face if she hadn’t grabbed his shoulder.
“Wha-wha’s happ’n?” He turned glazed and confused eyes to her.
Tears pooled in her eyes. “Lie down.” She pushed on his shoulders
until he fell back on the bed.
“Ev-Ever, wha’s...” He lifted a hand to grab her, maybe, but it
fell weakly back to his side. “Ever.”
“Simon.” She spoke his real name for the first time. “Simon, look
at me.”
He did, hurt now clearly outlined in his eyes along with anger
and pain. “You-you know.” He fought her hold, struggling instead to rise on his
elbow. “Drug. You drug—why?” His lashes dropped, mercifully hiding his eyes
from her.
She leaned over him and whispered in his ear. “Yes, Simon, I know
who you are. But you don’t know me, not yet anyway.” That could change once he
got back on his feet. “I have to choose between the two men I love, and you—”
She swiped at the tears crawling down her face. “And you, Simon, I’m not sure
of. I can’t chance Wes’s freedom on your feelings for me.”
“Love.” His lashes fluttered. “I love—love…” He passed out.
Sobbing, she took his limp hand and pressed it to her cheek. “And
I love you, Simon Dakin, or Ian Dakota. Whatever you call yourself, I love you,
too. But it’s not enough.” Ever pressed a kiss to his lips and hopped off the
bed.
Time to search. Find whatever he had on the Ghost so far and
destroy it. Maybe whatever he’d found hadn’t been presented to his superiors
yet, maybe he was waiting until he had everything he needed to bring to them.
It was a big leap but a chance she had to take. Yes, she’d be protecting Angus’s
ass again, but she chose to focus on Wes. He wouldn’t go to jail.
Slipping on her clothes and shoes, she began her search, going
through drawers, cupboards, and cabinets. She even flipped up the ends of the
mattress before heading downstairs to search the lower half of his house. It
was a long shot he’d even have evidence here, but Simon Dakin had hunted Ghost
for too long. Surely he’d have some reading material on the case around here
somewhere.
All she had to do was find the damn thing. She went around
knocking walls, listening for a telltale hollow sound, but none came. Ever
wandered around the huge-ass house until she came to the playroom—pool tables,
arcade games, even a theater section.
Hmm, show off much?
Perched on the edge of the pool table, Ever surveyed the
Angus got his in the bargain. But Wes’s freedom was also in the mix, and hell
if she’d allow him to get locked up for her cowardice and lousy choice in men.
He’d killed for her. The least she could do was drug a fucking
undercover Fed. Didn’t matter that she loved said Fed. Love didn’t count, not
in this instance.
“Are you okay?’ Dakin walked into the room. Naked as a freaking jaybird,
heavy cock swinging this way and that. She forced her gaze away and met his
eyes.
“Yeah, I’m good.” She picked up his drink, handed it to him. “I
poured you a drink.”
Those sinful eyes smiled at her as he brought the glass to his
lips. “Thanks.” He drank about half then paused. “Hmm, good shit.”
She giggled, on the verge of hysteria.
“Hey, stay the night with me.” He cupped her chin. “I want you in
my arms when I wake up.”
“Drink your good shit.” She sipped hers, entire body trembling.
He blinked slowly. “Stay with me, Ever.”
“I will if you drink up.” She attempted a grin. “In case you
missed it, I’m trying to get you drunk here.” He had to drink the entire thing.
“Hm.” He downed the last of the liquor. “You want to have your
wicked way with me?”
“I do.” She grabbed his hand, pulling him to sit beside her on
the bed. He sat heavily, a frown playing on his brow. The glass slipped from
his fingers to the floor, the sound muffled by the thick carpet. He tipped
forward and would’ve fallen on his face if she hadn’t grabbed his shoulder.
“Wha-wha’s happ’n?” He turned glazed and confused eyes to her.
Tears pooled in her eyes. “Lie down.” She pushed on his shoulders
until he fell back on the bed.
“Ev-Ever, wha’s...” He lifted a hand to grab her, maybe, but it
fell weakly back to his side. “Ever.”
“Simon.” She spoke his real name for the first time. “Simon, look
at me.”
He did, hurt now clearly outlined in his eyes along with anger
and pain. “You-you know.” He fought her hold, struggling instead to rise on his
elbow. “Drug. You drug—why?” His lashes dropped, mercifully hiding his eyes
from her.
She leaned over him and whispered in his ear. “Yes, Simon, I know
who you are. But you don’t know me, not yet anyway.” That could change once he
got back on his feet. “I have to choose between the two men I love, and you—”
She swiped at the tears crawling down her face. “And you, Simon, I’m not sure
of. I can’t chance Wes’s freedom on your feelings for me.”
“Love.” His lashes fluttered. “I love—love…” He passed out.
Sobbing, she took his limp hand and pressed it to her cheek. “And
I love you, Simon Dakin, or Ian Dakota. Whatever you call yourself, I love you,
too. But it’s not enough.” Ever pressed a kiss to his lips and hopped off the
bed.
Time to search. Find whatever he had on the Ghost so far and
destroy it. Maybe whatever he’d found hadn’t been presented to his superiors
yet, maybe he was waiting until he had everything he needed to bring to them.
It was a big leap but a chance she had to take. Yes, she’d be protecting Angus’s
ass again, but she chose to focus on Wes. He wouldn’t go to jail.
Slipping on her clothes and shoes, she began her search, going
through drawers, cupboards, and cabinets. She even flipped up the ends of the
mattress before heading downstairs to search the lower half of his house. It
was a long shot he’d even have evidence here, but Simon Dakin had hunted Ghost
for too long. Surely he’d have some reading material on the case around here
somewhere.
All she had to do was find the damn thing. She went around
knocking walls, listening for a telltale hollow sound, but none came. Ever
wandered around the huge-ass house until she came to the playroom—pool tables,
arcade games, even a theater section.
Hmm, show off much?
Perched on the edge of the pool table, Ever surveyed the
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