Resurrection River: Men of Mercy, Book 2 Page 7

  “Bo. Out the back.” Ranger kept running straight to Chloe’s nursery. Cold sweat drenched his temples and dripped down his back.

  “On it.” Bo rushed past Ranger in pursuit.

  Ranger stopped at the closed nursery door. “Amy, honey. It’s Ranger. Are you okay?” Ranger put his hand on the lever style doorknob.

  “Ranger?” Her voice was weak, faint.

  “Yes. Open the door.” He held his breath, waited what seem like an eternity before he heard the soft snick of a lock. She pulled open the door. Amy stood there, a huge shotgun clutched at her chest, pale, shaken. Her eyes wide with fright.

  Ranger tucked his pistol in his pants, and then he gently cupped her face between his palms. “Are you okay?” Tears streaming down her lovely cheeks.

  Ranger forced his chest to unlock and take in a breath. Another breath. She was okay. He was holding her in his arms right now.

  “Chloe?”

  Amy nodded and relief crushed him. He pulled Amy into his arms, unable to think beyond just holding her. She shook in his arms, her entire body dissolving into tremors and sobs. The soft heartbreaking noises stabbing him repeatedly like a knife in the chest.

  “Hush. Hush baby. I’m here. I’m not going to let anything happen to you.” Careful as his shaking hand would allow, he removed the shotgun from Amy’s grip and leaned it against the wall. Then, unable to hold himself back a minute longer, he yanked her into his arms.

  Her heart raced against his chest, her hands clenched and twisted his shirt. She cried harder. “Oh God. What if, what if something happened to Chloe. It’s all I could think about.”

  Ranger soothed a hand down her hair and rubbed her back with his other. “Nothing did happen. You protected her.”

  He should be the one protecting both of them.

  No, not his family. Not his wife. Not his baby.

  But dammit, he wanted them so bad. He wanted Amy. Chloe. He wanted to protect. To love them both.

  Ranger shuttered and ducked his head, nestling his nose against her neck, savoring the sweet smell special only to Amy.

  If something had happened to her, to Amy or Chloe… He couldn’t even finish that thought. Nothing was going to happen to them.

  Because he would protect them. Whether he had the right or not, this aching driving need controlled him. Possessed him. Amy was in his every thought. The only way Ranger would get a future out of this life would be with her.

  He knew he didn’t deserve her, and he never would. And he knew he’d always have to deal with the memory of his best friend. But right now he didn’t care. He wanted her too much, too deeply. All-consuming desire ripped through him.

  Her sobs quieted to soft hiccups. Gently, he sifted his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back. Her tear-reddened eyes tore at his already raw emotions. Unable to wait, to fight the desire, Ranger lowered his head, pausing just above her lips.

  “Tell me to stop.” Ranger didn’t even recognize the ragged whisper from his own lips.

  He felt her tremble. A soft low moan tore from her lips a split second before she lifted on her toes and closed the distance between them. Her breath mingled with his.

  Ranger’s resistance evaporated. He groaned into her mouth, deepening the kiss, taking possession, slanting his head taking more. Her soft sounds of pleasure filled his ears like sweet heaven. Never had anything tasted this good, felt this right. This woman. His woman. Her fingers were on his cheeks, soothing down to his shoulders and then gripping his biceps. Ranger plunged deeper into her mouth and she met him head on. Not just taking but giving.

  He cupped her ass and lifted her against him. Her soft breasts smashed against his chest and he nearly came undone. She fit against him so perfectly.

  His conscience whispered somewhere in the far distant back of his mind, not yours.

  Ranger crushed it into dust. Shane was dead. He wasn’t coming back.

  Ranger would make her his.

  A soft cry interrupted his thoughts. He lifted his head, panting, out of breath, shaking with need. He tried to get his emotions under control. Amy’s eyes met his and he realized she was just as affected as him.

  Chloe cried out again from the crib and Amy rushed over, scooping her up into her arms. The sight of her lips swollen from his kisses, holding Chloe to her chest, filled his chest to the point that he thought it would burst. Ranger placed a hand on his sternum and rubbed the pressure.

  “He got away.” Bo approached, out of breath, his voice raspy from running.

  Ranger couldn’t break his gaze from Amy.

  “Is everything okay in here?” Bo continued.

  Don’t scare her. Don’t take too much, too fast. He had to take it slow. Easy. He turned to see Bo bracing both hands in the doorframe, bent forward sucking in air.

  “Everything is fine here, he didn’t get into the nursery,” Ranger said.

  He sensed Amy’s movement and she stepped next to him. Fuck taking it slow. Ranger wrapped his arm around her and pulled her into him.

  “He was at the door.” Amy’s normally strong voice was weak and wobbly as a newborn colt.

  “I had my gun aimed at the door.”

  “I’m so proud of you.” Ranger kissed the top of her head. The call was too close. Way too close.

  “Did either of you get a look at his face?” Bo said.

  “He had on a ski mask.” Her voice broke.

  Rage ripped through his veins. Ranger knew exactly who had tried to break into her house. And that was one Mexican that was about to disappear from the planet. “I didn’t get a look at his face, but we both know who it was.”

  Bo Lawson stood tall, his ice blue eyes as cold as pressed steel. “You don’t know it for a fact. I have to collect evidence. Follow the law. You don’t call the shots here.”

  “You want me to sit on my thumbs and wait for the locals while a sex trafficking murderer just tried to get my woman?”

  Bo’s steady gaze didn’t flicker. “Don’t you mean Shane’s woman?”

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  Chapter 11

  After thirty minutes of arguing and talking and interviewing, Bo left. Amy fed Chloe and rocked her back to sleep, checked the baby monitor and pulled her door partially shut before walking into the kitchen. Part of her prayed Ranger would leave. The other part prayed he would stay.

  Tonight’s scare honed in just how truly alone she was out here. Her family farm was beautiful. Sprawling. Isolated.

  Amy emerged from the hall, into the living room, and stopped cold. Ranger stood with his back to her, facing the fireplace. The mantle. Shane’s picture and the folded flag from his casket.

  The two men she loved in the same room.

  At least in spirit.

  “Ranger?” She forced herself to speak, the words dry and ashen on her tongue.

  He turned then and the emotion in his eyes nearly floored her. “When you called Bo, when I heard your voice and knew you were in trouble, I couldn’t think.”

  Amy approached him, tentative. She had scared him. Or Santos or whoever that had been in her house had scared them all. “It’s okay. I’m okay. You made it in time.”

  His jaw clenched, his lips formed a hard line. The emotion in his blue eyes changed to anger. “Yes, I did. Barely.” His voice wasn’t ragged with pain anymore. Ranger stormed to her, grabbed her arms. “All because you are too stubborn to let me in.”

  Her own anger rose, but she forced it down. Amy knew he was reacting to the fear. Knew it deep in her heart. “You’re right. I am afraid. I’m afraid of what people will say when they find out about us. I’m afraid of what Mavis will try to do when she finds out.”

  Ranger had refused to back down earlier. He said she was worth fighting for. Well, he was worth it too.

  “When they find out? Find out what? You won’t let me close enough to make anything worth finding.” His words were harsh, but his hands gentled on her arms. His thumbs brushed up and down continuously, rubbing. Teasing.

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bsp; “When they found out how I feel about you.” The air left her lungs. She’d said it. She’d admitted it. Now she needed him to fight for her, because she didn’t know if she was strong enough to take it all the way alone.

  “And how do you feel about me?” He wasn’t giving in, he was going to make her say it. “I need to hear the words Amy. I need you to come to me. To know that it’s just you and me.”

  Her heart constricted. She tried to swallow, but her throat wouldn’t work. Could she really say her feelings out loud? Amy glanced past Ranger, trying to center her emotions. Shane stared back at her. His gaze accusing.

  Did she want to give up on her only chance at love again because of her past? Because she was hung up on a marriage that had been falling apart?

  “Look at me. Shane is dead. I know you love him. I’m not asking you to forget about him. I will never forget him. I will love him with you.” Ranger’s voice broke. Amy ripped her gaze from the picture. Ranger’s eyes turned red, wet with unshed tears. Her heart cracked. This strong man cried for his best friend and for the first time, Amy let herself realize she wasn’t the only one grieving.

  Ranger continued, “I’m asking you to give us a chance. I’m here, right in front of you and I love you.”

  A tear slipped down his cheek. Amy reached up, her hand shaking with raw emotion. This man needed her. Loved her. Fought for her. Was she too scared to try?

  She lifted up to her toes and pressed a kiss to his lips.

  “No.” Ranger grabbed her face and held her away. “I need you to say it. To know you want me.”

  Amy gazed into his eyes, searching for something, anything to make her stop. But all she saw was open love. “I want you.”

  Amy held her breath, waiting. Dying. Hoping. This would be so much easier if it was just lust. But her feelings for Ranger had never been simple. She always wanted more with him. They could have a life together. A happy life. Amy just had to shake the chains of Shane’s memory.

  “You have no idea how often I’ve dreamed of you saying that.” Ranger slid his hands up her back and around her neck. “I dream about you every day.”

  *

  Ranger’s entire body tensed. She drove him crazy with her worries. Pulling away one minute and reaching for him the next. But now her liquid brown gaze stared up at him with vulnerability.

  Then her eyes slid shut and she offered her lips to him. His hand trembled with raw desire as he threaded his fingers in her hair, locking her in his grip. Her lips parted. “Please, I need you.”

  That was it. Lust raged through his body and Ranger crushed his mouth to hers. He groaned against her lips, her taste sweet torture. That one wild night they’d had together had been enough to make him addicted.

  Now he craved.

  She whimpered in the back of her throat and he swallowed the sound whole. Her surrender even sweeter. But even he couldn’t take her with Shane’s picture at his back. Ranger lifted her, not breaking contact with her lips, and carried her through the open doorway to the kitchen. He backed her up to the table, sat her down on the edge and nestled his hips between her spread legs.

  Not once did he take his mouth from hers. He couldn’t. He didn’t want to give her a chance to think. To change her mind. He needed her too much, and he didn’t think he could stop even if a tornado ripped through the house right now. Ranger laid her down on the table, sliding a hand to her waist. Her hip, her thigh, his hand inching beneath the edge of her nightgown.

  Amy’s hand threaded in his hair, holding her to him. He eased his hand up her leg, stopping when the back of his fingers brushed her panties. Her heat radiated through the thin material.

  “You’re so beautiful. So soft.” His cock was so hard it was about to explode. But he had to take his time, drive her beyond the point of control. Leave her needing and wanting until she was begging. Until she only wanted him.

  His lips drifted down, caressing her throat, her collarbone. Her fingers tangled in his hair and he used his teeth to pull the thin strap of her gown down her shoulder, baring her breast. A perfect pink little nipple thrust up, hard and searching. Ranger suckled it into his mouth, groaning at her perfect taste.

  “Ranger, yes.” His name was a hiss on her lips, her hips rising. He ripped the remaining strap off her shoulder and lavished the same attention to her other breast until she was keening under his touch. Ranger had to fight for every ounce of control and his body not to rip her nightgown off and take her right there.

  “You like when I kiss you here?” Ranger lifted his head, watching her. Her eyes were half closed in pleasure.

  “Yes.” She arched up from the table and pulled him down to her. Seeking more.

  Ranger smiled, holding his head up. Slowly, he dipped his finger around the edge of her panties. Grazing her between the legs with the back of his finger. She gasped and lifted her hips. “What about here? Would you like me to kiss you here.”

  He flicked his finger again, back and forth, her moans driving him wild. “Yes. Please.” Her voice was barely a gasp. Ranger lowered his head and took her nipple back into his mouth, drawing hard. He found her entrance and thrust a finger inside, her tight sheath squeezing him. “Oh God, don’t stop.”

  His cock longed to replace his finger, but he forced himself to go slow. He wanted more than a one-night stand and a lifetime of regret.

  He wanted all of her body heart and soul.

  Ranger kissed and licked his way down her stomach. He pulled her nightgown down, over her hips and tossed it on the floor. He stood then, needing to see all of her. Amy stared up at him, panting, her chest rising and falling in sharp breaths. Ranger hooked his fingers in her panties. “If you want to stop, tell me now. I’ll leave. I’ll walk out that door. This is your last chance.”

  He held his breath, her answer could rip him apart. Or make him whole. Amy sat up on her elbows, her long loose red hair falling in waves down her back. Ranger stood transfixed at the sight before him. She was breathtaking.

  “I don’t want you to go. Stay. Make love to me.” Her words went beyond sweet and sent him soaring. He captured her lips once more in a fiery kiss meant to sear her soul, but he knew she was permanently imprinted on his.

  Ranger broke long enough to rip his shirt off. Then he wrapped his arms around her, pressing her naked chest to his and groaning at the sensation of her soft skin and her hard nipples digging into his chest.

  She was his. He pressed her back on the table and stood. Amy lay before him like a feast and he had every intention of devouring her, every last drop.

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  Chapter 12

  She shouldn’t be doing this. Shouldn’t be letting him touch her like this. She shouldn’t be touching him like this. But God the need was burning out of control. His mouth seared her body. Controlled her lips. And she was helpless to do anything but return his kiss, return his touch. She was on fire.

  His mouth trailed down her neck, licking and sucking, stopping to nibble briefly on her breast until she arched and cried out. Then he went further south, tracing down to her navel and hooking his fingers into the top of her panties. He didn’t stop and ask for permission. He yanked them down and threw them over his shoulder. Then he pushed her knees wide and pressed his lips to her sex. Her mouth opened but she couldn’t scream, all the oxygen left her body in a rush. He licked her. Amy grabbed the sides of the table and held on for dear life.

  “You’re so wet for me baby. You taste so good.” Ranger’s words were rough with desire and so sexy she almost came. When his mouth returned to her, he started a long, slow torturous dance that had her hips bucking uncontrollably to the tune of his tongue.

  It had been so long since she’d felt anything. Let alone the desire to have a man’s hands on her body driving her wild. He increased pace, flicking light and quick. Her desire rose high, pulled tight, she was so close. If he would press a little harder, she would shatter into a million pieces, but it was like he sensed how close she was and pulled back, slowin
g his movements. Just enough to hold her at the edge, but not push her over.

  And then she felt his finger tracing her lips, easing inside her. She held her breath, hoping he wouldn’t stop. Ranger pushed in, shallow and pulled back out, leaving her frustrating and wanting more. Again, he repeated, sliding his finger in only to pull out too soon. Her hands left the table and locked into his hair groaning in frustration. He chuckled against her skin. “Do you want more?”

  “Yes. Please.” Amy was beyond caring or thought. Her body craved him. If he didn’t finish she would die.

  He slid his finger in a third time, not stopping until he bottomed out inside her and she gasped and spasmed around his finger.

  She’d been without a man for too long. Ranger flicked her clit with his tongue and worked her with his hand. Amy held on to him, riding him.

  Her world narrowed to just Ranger. Just his torture. Her muscles tensed, her stomach heavy and tight. So close. So close.

  Ranger stopped and pulled out. “I need you to tell me again. Tell me that you want me.” Rangers voice broke through the haze of desire, but she couldn’t comprehend his words. He’d turned her into a mindless mass of desire and need. She twisted her head from side to side.

  “I want you so fucking bad I’m about to explode, but I need you to say it. Tell me that you want me.” His tone was even darker, rasping over her sensitive skin. His tongue lashed her clit and she cried out, but couldn’t say the words.

  He growled, sensing her resistance and inserted a second finger, slamming into her hard and fast and deep driving her so close to the edge, only to pull out again and leave her sobbing with need.

  He pushed her past logical thought, past sanity. She knew she shouldn’t be doing this, but she wanted him more than she wanted to breathe. She wanted Ranger James. And she wanted him now. “I want you. Please, Ranger please I want you.” Her voice was edged with desperation.

  Ranger all but growled and ripped his jeans off. He stood before her one hundred percent drop dead sexy. His muscular chest expanding and contracting with deep breaths. Her gaze traveled down an abdomen chiseled from stone, his huge cock jutting up almost to his belly button. She swallowed.