watching Thorn tunnel into Brenna’s tight body.
Sometimes Cam calculated his every move, calmly considering what to do next, even taking days or weeks to decide. This wasn’t one of those times. Every instinct now screamed at him to do whatever necessary to keep the three of them together.
As Cam entered the house, he drew his weapon and looked around, throwing closets open and checking around dark corners. They were alone. Good. Now they could deal with the business at hand.
“Looks like we’re all clear,” he told them.
Thorn visibly relaxed, though his arm was still wound around Brenna’s waist. Cam’s gaze lingered on the way she clung to Thorn’s mostly bare torso. The poor woman had been through an avalanche of crap lately, and he knew better than to think it was over.
“Good. You going to call this one in to the station?” Thorn asked.
“I’ll run the plate on the car. Fifty bucks says it was reported stolen recently and that we’ll find it ditched a few miles from Curtis’ little cottage.”
Swearing under his breath, the bounty hunter nodded. “You’re right. What now?”
“Come in.” He turned and led them deeper into the house. “Anyone hungry? Thirsty?”
After both murmured “no”, he guided them into the living room. Cam purposely avoided the room’s lone oversized chair and sat at one end of the sofa. Thorn plopped down on the other end, putting Brenna between them—as it should be. He set his gun down on the table within easy reach. Thorn did the same.
“What did those two jerks want with me?” Brenna asked, looking between him and Thorn.
“Who else knows you’re Lawton’s daughter?” Thorn asked.
Brenna scoffed. “Doubtful anyone does. It’s not like we attended a lot of happy father-daughter events together. Even if this Julio Marco you’ve talked about does know, he should also know that I mean nothing to Curtis. And why would they want leverage over him?”
“I’m guessing,” Thorn started, “that if Marco is looking for leverage against Lawton that he knows his partner in crime has turned on him and that Marco has no idea where he is.”
“Agreed.” Cam turned to Brenna. He hated to heap more on her after she’d had a torrid ménage a trois and nearly been abducted in the last twelve hours. But her life might depend on it. “You have absolutely no idea where your father is? My…our job is to ensure he makes it to the trial whole and alive so he can testify and put this scumbag away. He’s already been offered and accepted immunity in exchange. I heard a whisper that the Feds agreed to enter him into the Witness Protection Program. Marco is big-time scum, and both the state and Feds want him behind bars. Your father’s testimony could lock Marco away for good, and everyone knows it.”
Brenna shook her head and cuddled up against his side. “Honestly, I have a cell phone number. He hardly ever answers it. I can try. I’ll just need to unpack my purse and phone.”
Cam opened his mouth to reply but stopped short when he saw Thorn’s hand snake out to curl around Brenna’s thigh.
“In a little bit, baby. You’ve had enough shit for the moment.”
“Marco is going to come after me again, isn’t he?”
“He’ll have to find you first.” Thorn sounded like a demon with a case of bad temper. “And get through me.”
“Us,” Cam corrected.
“I can’t stay here forever. I’m invading your home…” She looked at Cam with apology.
“Hey…” He caressed her cheek. “This isn’t your fault. It’s Lawton’s and Marco’s. I’m sorry you’re caught in the middle. And it’s not forever.” At least not yet. “The trial starts Monday. If your father shows up and testifies, they might kill him for spite but I think they’ll leave you alone.”
“So I’m imposing on you until then?”
“It’s no imposition.” He kissed her softly. “Trust me.”
“I won’t get in the way, I promise. I know you’re busy with work and…whatever. You won’t even know I’m here.”
“I have vacation time coming. I’ll call in for a few days. I plan on being by your side every day and night until that trial.”
“What the fuck?” Thorn exploded, turning to Brenna. “You think I’m going to just fucking walk off when Marco is sending his hired guns to take you?”
She shrugged as she looked between the two of them. “Considering I didn’t know either of you twenty-four hours ago, it would be wrong of me to expect you—”
“Caring isn’t always about how long you’ve known someone.” Unable to resist, Cam brushed a kiss over her lips. “I won’t leave you to be a victim, either. It’s not in me as a cop or a man.”
With a nod, Brenna accepted that. “What about you?” she said to Thorn. “I know you must have other bounties. I doubt you signed up to baby-sit me.”
“You didn’t sign up to handle with Curtis’ shit but here you are. I’ll deal. My brother can take some of the other bounties on my list. Between the three of us, we should be able to track your dad down and keep you safe.”
Her eyes watered as she looked between the two of them. She wore her heart there, right in those pretty hazel eyes. And it was getting under Thorn’s skin, based on the way his hand tightened on her thigh and he dragged her against him and crushed her mouth under his for a long, demanding kiss.
Cameron smiled. Things were about to get mighty interesting…
Chapter Eight
Thorn was drowning. Like Pavlov’s dog, he’d already equated the flavor of Brenna’s kiss with mind-bending pleasure. So with the first caress of his tongue against hers, his cock rose stiff and tight and impatient.
But it wasn’t just Brenna.
Even with his eyes closed, Thorn could feel Cam’s dark gaze zeroed in on them. He didn’t blink when Thorn deepened the kiss, when he slid a hand up her thigh, when he tugged the tank top over her head and confirmed that underneath, she wore absolutely nothing.
As he fell into Brenna’s sweet taste, he couldn’t hold back his moan. It wasn’t enough, not even close. He wanted her closer, wanted more than her mouth under his. Thorn wasn’t a man used to denying what he wanted. If Cam wanted to watch—fine. His cock tightened painfully at the thought of the detective joining in again.
Thorn couldn’t comprehend his reaction. He was a selfish bastard who liked everything the way he liked it. Usually he wanted a woman all to himself because he was going to use her hard and well until neither of them could take any more. Sex wasn’t a team sport, damn it. He preferred to control the game.
But last night… Having Cam on the team added an element of arousing unpredictability.
As he nibbled at Brenna’s lips, he opened his eyes to find Cam’s gaze following every move. Thorn’s cock thickened again, pressing against the back of his zipper. The burn of desire seared deep and drove him out of his mind. He closed his eyes and sank back into the kiss.
Fuck whatever he usually liked, he was just going to flow with it. Besides, the bigger issue here was Brenna. She was shaken up. Totally understandable. As any guy who’d ever been in a fight could tell you, the best way to come off the adrenaline high was a good fuck. That’s where he came in.
Clasping his arms around her, Thorn planned to lift her onto his lap, her chest to his, her firm little thighs wrapped around his hips. Oh, yeah. But when he tried, she wouldn’t budge.
Thorn opened his eyes, not breaking the kiss, and discovered another pair of arms around her, another man holding her on his lap. Cam had clearly worked his way under Brenna, who sat on his lap, her back to his chest… And Cam’s hands all over her body.
“That kiss good?” Cam murmured, looking right at him.
Thorn almost couldn’t answer. The sight of the other man’s bronzed, veined hand between her suddenly bare legs spiked his desire. When had Cam taken off her sweatpants?
Didn’t matter. Brenna opened her thighs wider, and Thorn’s whole body tightened. Shit, this was getting hot fast. Hot became explosive when h
e caught the unimpeded view of Cam’s thick fingers tunnel inside Brenna’s pussy then glide back out. He could see exactly how wet she was. The evidence made Cam’s fingers glisten—and his own need to fuck her flipped off the charts.
His mouth hovering over Brenna’s—his stare never leaving Cam’s busy hand—he muttered. “Sweet. Man, how does she feel?”
“Tight and dripping. Ready to eat.”
As soon as Cam said the words, Thorn’s imagination filled him with a visual of the detective’s dark head between Brenna’s pale thighs. Even thinking about it spiked his need into the stratosphere.
“Do it,” he baited. “Fucking do it and let me watch.”