Pepper laughed and strutted across the room, knowing his eyes were on her every step of the way. She ignored Alain, who stared at them with his mouth open. He didn’t matter. She could care less what he thought. There was only Wyatt. Sweet, wonderful Wyatt. Her wild, sexy Cajun man.

“We have to have those, babe,” Wyatt declared. He crooked his little finger at her. “Now the boots. We still have to put in the order for the supplies and go shopping for the girls. I don’ know if I can wait that long.”

Deliberately she took her time walking back to him, her smile for him only. You don’t have to wait for the ride home, Wyatt. Find us a secluded place and I can take care of you right now.

She saw his breath catch in his throat as he slipped the heels off and replaced them with the boots.

Now? In town?

I’m getting hungry for you. The taste of you is in my mouth.

He groaned aloud as she once more walked across the room. Woman, you’re goin’ to kill me.

I know you were looking forward to that ride home, but we can conduct a little experiment and see, after taking care of you here, whether or not I can make you hard all over again on the way home. It’s important to know, right?

She felt totally exhilarated, teasing him. She felt part of him, intimate, as if she truly did belong to him.

Wyatt held out his hand to her as she came back across the room. His fingers enveloped hers and he brought her hand to his mouth, lightly biting down on the pads of her fingers before letting her go so he could pull off her boots.

I have always enjoyed experiments, babe, but you’re not blowin’ me in any fuckin’ bathroom. No woman of mine is goin’ to go into a germ-riddin’ place like that. I’ll have to give this some thought.

On the pretext of reaching for her own shoes, Pepper brushed her palm over his lap, over his fantastic bulge, feeling the heat right through the denim he wore. His cock jumped beneath her stroke, reaching for her, as eager as she felt. The best part was, the way she was feeling was entirely natural.

You make me happy, Wyatt. Thank you. She hadn’t known what happiness could feel like. There was no way to explain that to him.

Pepper stayed very close to him while he paid for the boots and heels. In fact, she made certain to stand in front of him, leaning into his body just to feel the hard length of him pressed into her skin. His arms reached around her as he handed Alain money for the purchases, his chin finding the top of her hair.

Pepper reached behind her and stroked a caress over that thick bulge. I’m getting impatient. I really, really want you in my mouth.

She made certain her palm was cupping the thick berth of his shaft when she whispered her confession to him into his mind, letting him see her eagerness. The hunger for the taste and feel of him. Her need to give him pleasure in return for all the pleasure he gave her.

I know just the place, honey. There’s a Christmas tree farm adjacent to the river. It isn’t far to walk and we can find a secluded place. He bent his head and licked behind her ear, and then his teeth nipped her earlobe.

We’re definitely visiting the cabin on the way home, she decreed. I’m already getting hot and wet for you. After this and then shopping more and then the car ride, I’m going to need you.

Laughing softly, he locked his arms right under her breasts, dropping his mouth to the side of her neck to kiss her there. I’m plannin’ on ridin’ you long and hard, babe. Let’s get movin’ before I burst.

Pepper moved.

Chapter 12

Trap Dawkins was a billionaire. He hadn’t inherited the money – he’d made it, starting up his own company at the age of thirteen. He was a certified genius as well as a gifted healer. What made him join the GhostWalkers no one knew for certain because he rarely explained himself. Sometimes Wyatt allowed himself to think Trap had followed him there. It wasn’t a good feeling, and Trap always went his own way without explanation, so Wyatt reminded himself of that whenever that niggling guilt showed its ugly face.

Trap had ice water running in his veins, and Wyatt was never quite certain whether he actually had the fear gene either. He doubted if Trap’s heart rate ever rose. The man was cool under fire, and every member of their team knew they could count on him to walk through hell for them.

Wyatt had liked the man from the moment they met that first year of college when they were on the same path. Trap was in his early thirties but seemed much older. He rarely smiled and he had an amazing singing voice. He didn’t use it often, but in their worst moments, with the sky raining bullets and the bloodied bodies of fellow soldiers in their hands, he would suddenly break into a church hymn. Nine times out of ten, no one sang with him because they were too awed at the power and beauty of his voice.

Trap was also a straight-up assassin. No one could get in and out of buildings or encampments undetected like he could. He was a total enigma. Wyatt was eternally grateful that the man was on his side. He’d agreed to come the moment Wyatt called. His agreement had been a short grunt and the conversation was ended because he was already on the way. He’d known Trap would come if he asked for help. Trap considered him a friend – more a brother – even more, he was part of their GhostWalker unit, which sealed them as family.

Trap was a little taller than Wyatt, with blond hair and piercing blue eyes. Not just any blue, but a cold glacier blue that chilled a man to the bone when Trap stared at him. His nickname had come not only from the ice water running in his veins, but the glaciers he had for eyes.