A harsh groan rasped from his throat.
One hand gripped her hip as he buried his face at her neck, stinging kisses pressing against her flesh as the pace increased. Rapid-fire thrusts impaled the tender, sensitive flesh. The heat built inside her, raced through her womb, struck at her clit and in the depths of her pussy. Blinding, white-hot, and intense, the orgasm exploded inside her, flinging her from the edge of reality and tossing her into a chaotic storm of pure sensation that seemed never-ending.
Like a supernova, it expanded and burned, searing everything in its path as Jed buried himself deep inside her, stilled, then, with a heavy growl against her neck, gave in to his own release.
What she felt in that moment shouldn’t have surprised her: The feeling that suddenly she and Jed inhabited the same soul, the same body, the same storm of emotion and pleasure, shouldn’t have been a shock. But she had a feeling it was something she would never get used to. It was something she would never tire of experiencing.
It was a bonding, she realized as tears spilled from her eyes once again. A bonding she would never be free of. One she never wanted to be free of.
“I love you, Piper.” His voice was a mix of hope and desperation as he held tight to her. “Beyond my last breath, I love you.”
Beyond his last breath, and beyond forever itself . . .
They loved.
EPILOGUE
It was that deepest part of the night.
That time when sound carried its best and revealed the secrets others would prefer remain hidden.
For Lyrica, it was that time of night that haunted her the most. The time that seeped into her soul, filled her with chaos, and left her staring into the darkness and hearing the secrets she had no desire to know.
It was that time when she ached for what she now knew she could never have, yet was forced to acknowledge that settling for less wasn’t going to happen.
It was that time of night when, no matter the locks on the doors, or how tightly the windows were closed, still he found a way to her. . . .
“Pretty Lyrica,” he whispered from the darkness. “Did you really think I’d let you hide . . . ?”
“Please—don’t.” She shook her head, helpless as she felt his weight on the bed, watched his shadow come over her as he slowly drew the sheets back from her naked, aching body. “Please . . .”
“You’re mine . . .”
RIDING TO
SUNSET
JACI BURTON
To Lora Leigh—as always, thank you.
ONE
“Hey, the newbie’s back.”
“Survived the latest mission, huh? Did Diaz hold your hand so you wouldn’t be scared?”
“I’m pretty sure Diaz said that Jed was afraid of the dark.”
“I give him a year and he’s going to run back to the FBI, tail between his legs.”
Jed Templeton cracked a grin, not at all insulted by the ragging he’d been getting from General Grange Lee’s crew of veteran Wild Riders. On the job for about a year, Jed was still the new guy. And when you were the newest of any crew, you took shit until you proved yourself.
He dropped his bag and headed into the kitchen of Wild Riders headquarters to grab a beer before moving to the living room, where Mac, Lily, Diaz, Jessie and Spence were huddled up watching a football game on the big-screen TV. He grabbed one of the available seats, unscrewed the top off his bottle of beer and propped his booted feet onto the scarred table.
“So?” Jessie asked, leaning forward to clasp her hands together. “Diaz said it got rough.”
“He would say that, being a pussy and all. I had to do most of his job for him, but I’ll cover for him when I file my report to the general.”
Jessie snorted. Diaz scowled, but didn’t say anything.
“So really, Diaz, how did he do?” Mac asked when the commercial came on.
The room went silent except for the sound of a manic announcer on TV, selling car insurance.
Diaz shot a glare to Jed, who smiled at him.
Diaz shrugged. “He can hold his own. Kicks ass in a gun fight and hand to hand. He’ll do all right.”
The rest of them nodded and tilted their drinks in his direction. He nudged his bottle of beer toward all of them, and when the game resumed, they argued over teams.
That was it. With Diaz’s endorsement came acceptance.
Lily came over to sit next to him on the two-person love seat. She laid her hand on his forearm. “It’s hard to dig into this group,” she said. “I was the first, and a woman at that. When I joined, I had to prove myself. So did Shadoe. Even Jessie, though she’d been mostly brought up here, had to prove she could hack it on her first assignment. We all have our trial by fire.”
“Yeah, good thing you didn’t suck worse than the women,” Spence said, grabbing a handful of chips.
“I did not hear that, Spencer,” Lily said. “You don’t want to upset me and my hormones.”
“Sorry, oh pregnant one.”
Jed leaned back and cocked a brow. “A baby, huh?”
She grinned. “Yeah. Mac and I are having a baby.”
His gaze shot to Mac, who grinned. Jed lifted his beer. “Congrats to both of you.”
“Thanks,” she said. “Hence the reason for all the mad recruiting the general has been doing over the past year. With a lot of us getting married, and now Mac and I having a baby . . . obviously I’ll be taking some downtime—”
“Retiring,” Mac said.
“Maternity leave,” Lily argued.
“Retiring,” Mac said again, his gaze focused on the game.
She rolled her eyes. “We’re still discussing that part. Anyway, we’re so glad to have you on board, Jed. Diaz already told us you did a great job on the Montana assignment. How do you like working for the Wild Riders?”
No one had ever cared whether he liked his job or not. Not when he was in the Marines, not when he was in the FBI. He did what he was assigned to do, like it or not. This was a different atmosphere entirely.
“It’s fine.”
She laughed. “You’re going to have to loosen up, Jed. I promise we don’t bite.”
“Jessie does,” Diaz said.
“And you like it,” Jessie shot back.
Jed shook his head. “Are all of you paired up?”
“Yes,” Lily said. “Like I said, that’s why the general needs some new blood. Some of us are moving on and out and it’s time for the next generation. That’s you, Jed.”
He didn’t know about the whole “next generation” stuff, but he liked the job. It was adventure, it took him around the country, and it beat the hell out of the boring shit he’d done for the FBI. When General Grange Lee had recruited him, he’d jumped at the chance to have a little more leeway in what he did for a living, while still doing a service for his country.
For the past year the general had trained him, put him through grueling evals. Then he’d let the other guys run Jed through maneuvers and practice scenarios, which meant time out here at headquarters in Dallas. He’d gone on a couple light assignments, nothing major, followed by the big one with Diaz—a harrowing undercover in Montana.
It had gotten ugly. He and Diaz had gone full throttle when the bullets had started flying. They’d taken down a group of survivalists, pulled in all the gunrunners and tied up the mission with a bright red bow. And hell, he’d done it all in his leathers and riding his Harley.
He liked this job.
“Templeton.”
He stood when the general came in. “Sir.”
“First thing, I keep telling you not to call me ‘sir.’”
“Sorry, sir.” Shit. Old habits died hard. “Sorry, General.”
Spence snickered. The general shot Spence a look that would freeze the devil in hell.
“You want dishwashing duty for the last month you’re working with me, Spence?”
“Nope.”
“Then mind your own fucking business.”
“You got it. Minding my own fucking business here, Grange.”
“You’re with me in my office, Jed.”
Jed got up and followed the general to his office, shutting the door behind him. He stood and waited while the general took a seat.
Grange rolled his eyes. “You’re not in the military anymore, Jed, and neither am I. And I’m getting tired of reminding you. You don’t salute me, you don’t stand at attention, so just relax. Call me Grange or General. I don’t give a shit. But pull the stick out of your ass and sit the hell down.”
Jed pulled up a chair in front of the general’s desk.
“You know, kid, I get that you thought you were going to be career military, and that you went straight from two tours in the Marines to four years with the FBI. And you suffered doing nothing with the G-men because they’re stick-up-the-ass regimented asswipes, but here we’re more relaxed and nobody jumps unless I’m pissed off. And when I’m pissed off, Jed, you’ll know it. Understood?”
“Yes, si . . . General.”
“Good. Now, for your next assignment.”
Thank God. The last thing Jed wanted was downtime. He was ready to go.
The general clasped his hands together. “This one’s a little different. I want you to fly to Florida. Daytona Beach. Your target is Elena Madison, age twenty-six.”
“Undercover?”
“You’ll be undercover. Sort of.”
Jed cocked a brow. The general raked his hand through his hair. “It’s hard to explain. I know Elena’s mother, Carla. She’s gone missing, but Elena doesn’t know that.”
“And you do.”
“Yes. Carla has always been sort of a free spirit, very New Age. Kind of a hippie, back when hippies were the thing. She comes and goes as she pleases, takes off whenever she feels like it.”
“So Elena wouldn’t think anything of it if her mother was gone.”
“Right.”
“But you—being friends with Carla all these years—have kept tabs on her.”
Grange nodded. “You could say that.”
“How do you know she’s missing?”
Grange stood, rubbed the back of his neck and turned to look out the window. Jed could tell he was uncomfortable as hell. Obviously having some kind of personal relationship with this Carla was doing a number on him. From what he knew of the general, he left his personal life out of all his dealings with the Wild Riders. Why he was giving Jed this assignment, he didn’t know. But he was going to be patient and listen.
“I’ve kept tabs on Carla for years. I always know where she is. But this time . . . I’ve lost her.”
“Lost her?”
“Yeah. And that’s not good.”
Whatever was between Grange and Carla Madison, it was something deep and meaningful, or at least that’s what Jed was taking away from that comment. “Okay. Have you . . . lost her before?”
“On occasion, but I always pick her back up. This time I haven’t been able to.”
“Oh.” Well, hell. How was he going to do this mission without stepping on the general’s toes?
“Ask your questions. Nothing’s off-limits. I’m not going to send you into this blind.”
“Who is Carla Madison, General?”
He blew out a deep breath. “She’s my sister.”
“Okay, which means Elena is your niece.”
“Yes.”
“Can’t you just go to Elena and the two of you try to figure out—”
“Elena doesn’t know about me.”
Jed frowned. “Why not?”
“Because we didn’t want her to.”
Jed scratched his head. “You’re her uncle, sir.”
“I know I’m her uncle, dammit. But I’ve kept my family away from who I am and what I do because of my lifestyle and career choice. My enemies. It would make both Carla and Elena targets.”
Jed nodded. “Okay, that I understand. Tough choice for you.”
“It was, but it was the right one.”
“So what do you need me to do?”
“We need to find out where Carla is, and keep Elena safe.”
Now the light was beginning to shine on this mission. “You think one of your enemies has figured out that Carla is your sister and has targeted her?”
“Possibly. I don’t know and won’t until I get down there and try to find her. But I can’t go hunt for Carla and protect Elena at the same time. So I need you to help.”
“Why me, General? I’m the new guy. Why not one of the others?” This was a pretty deep secret to share with the most recent recruit.
“Because I haven’t told them this secret. And because they’ve built up relationships with each other and stand to lose a lot if this goes wrong.”
Now he got it. He didn’t have the ties they all had—they all had someone to love. He was a loner, and therefore the easiest to take along on this assignment. “Understood.”
“I knew you would. Pack it up, we’re leaving in an hour. I’ll fill you in on Elena on the plane down there.”
Jed pivoted and left the office, realizing he’d just gotten royally fucked.
The general’s niece? And she didn’t know?
Yeah, this one had no-win scenario written all over it.
TWO
Elena Madison put the finishing touches on the display case just in time to open.
It was a lovely day, warm and sunny, and the ocean breeze swept into the shop as the doors were opened. Traffic was light so far, but having an upscale shop near the beach meant the more discerning clients had to fight the tourist traffic to get here.
She didn’t mind. She had repeat customers who didn’t mind the drive to the beach. And she liked the location, loved the view and wouldn’t sacrifice it. Her mother’s influence, no doubt. The only thing they shared in common—their love of the ocean.
She’d modeled her gallery after the beach and the water, always brought in pieces that reflected the ebb and flow of the tides, the way the landscape was always changing, just like art. Good designers knew this and changed with the tides, the seasons, the years.
The doorbell tinkled, and one of her favorite—and richest—customers stepped in. Louise wore colorful button-down shirts and khaki capri pants along with white tennis shoes. She looked like a tourist, but the woman was made of money. She had a condo overlooking the beach, and she was loaded. She loved to come in and share her stories about her husband and how the two of them had made a fortune in the real estate market in New York. Louise loved this area as much as Elena did, so they had a lot in common.
“Louise.” Elena smiled at the woman. Louise was in her seventies, and Elena admired Louise’s pep. “Finish your walk early today?”
“It’s such a glorious day. I walked all the way here from my condo. It’s my exercise for the day and I couldn’t resist stopping in to see if you had any new pieces.”
“You know I do. Come see.” She led Louise to the case where she highlighted the latest arrivals.
Louise’s eyes widened, and she slipped on the glasses she kept on a jeweled string around her neck. “Oh, these are lovely, Elena.”
Elena stood back and let Louise bend over to examine the necklaces.
“Who did the coral pieces?”
“James Waymire.”
Louise pulled her gaze away from the case only long enough to cast a gleaming smile at Elena. “Stunning.??
?
“I thought so, too. He brought them in over the weekend and I bought several pieces. You also need to see the new glass sculpture Triana did. I have it back here when you’re ready.”
Louise went over several of the necklaces that Elena pulled out of the case, finally settling on the coral that had caught her eye at first. Then Elena made her some tea and the two of them sat at the back of the shop and admired Triana’s five-foot-wide blue glass sculpture of a jumping dolphin. Elena had set it up on one of the side windows where the light could show it off to its full effect.
“It’s breathtaking,” Louise said. “And if I came home with a piece like that, Leo would kill me.”
“But you won’t be bringing it home. I’ll have someone deliver it to you.” Elena winked, and Louise let out one of her bawdy laughs.
After Louise left, Elena was busy with other clients. The morning passed in a blur of activity, just the way she liked it. When Marco came in to relieve her, she had just enough time to run out and grab a bite to eat. She headed upstairs to her apartment over the store, kicked off her shoes and fixed a sandwich, then stepped outside and ate on the balcony so she could enjoy the beach view.
She’d worked hard to open this store, had gone to school, scrimped and saved every penny she owned working three jobs in order to come up with the money to rent the gallery. And she still hadn’t had enough, until her mother—her mother of all people—had handed her an envelope with the cash to not only rent the property but buy the building outright.
She’d been stunned. Her mother was as flighty and undependable as they came and, as far as Elena knew, rarely held a job for more than a month. Where she got the money, Elena didn’t even want to know. She’d tried to give it back, but her mother had said it was a gift and gifts weren’t to be returned. Elena had hoped her mother hadn’t done a drug deal or robbed a bank.
She’d still like to know where that money had come from. Her mom eschewed money and property, only had enough to get by and often had to mooch off Elena, causing her to dip into her own meager savings.