Loving Their Vixen Mate (Pack Wars Book 4) (13 page)

“If you want to see the light of day, don’t do that again.” He growled, as if to prove how close he was to shifting.

Mac relaxed her pussy walls, allowing him to slide in farther. Every inch brought relief. When he reached the end, he wrapped his arms around her waist and placed his cheek on her back. His beard had sprouted coarse hair since they’d started.

He withdrew and plowed right back into her. Each subsequent stroke came with more force. She gripped the post and lowered her head, loving every thrust. Sam slid his hand along her belly. The closer he came to her pussy, the faster the sparks flew. When he finally rubbed her clit, it was as if he’d lit every match in the box and tossed in on a pile of lighter fluid-covered wood. Her orgasm swept through her like a blazing inferno.

“Ah, yes. Sam. Yes!”

After that, the words no longer had meaning. Once her climax took over, he let loose. He drove his cock into her fast and hard, and she couldn’t get enough. His mouth latched onto her shoulder just as his cock erupted. Sharp pricks sank into her shoulder, but she didn’t feel any pain, only the elation of the joining.

“Mackenzie.” He hugged her tightly then lifted the blindfold off. She blinked back the light. “Be right back.”

He uncoupled and slipped into the bathroom. Once he cleaned her, they both dressed in silence. She turned toward him, his face a mask. “Are you sorry you made love with me?”

“Are you kidding? Hell no. You do realize though, that from now on, I’ll do everything in my power to make sure nothing happens to you.”

“I don’t need a man to take care of me. I’ve got my gun and my skills.”

He laughed, but it didn’t hold a lot of cheer. “Tell me this. Outside the bar, if you were convinced I was a Colter, could you really have shot me?” He stroked her cheek. When she didn’t answer, he shook his head. “You haven’t killed anyone before, have you?”

Damn. She wasn’t the best of actors. “No, but I knew right off the bat that you were good, so there was no need to shoot you.”

“You’re too trusting, hacker girl, and that worries me.”

Mac rolled her eyes. “How can you say that? You don’t really know me, yet. I’m only trusting because we’re mates.” Oh, shit. Did she really let that slip?

Sam grabbed her shoulders, excitement skating across his face. “You felt it. Didn’t you?”

“Yes.”

“Fuck.”

“Now what’s wrong?” The man was a study in contrasts.

“Nothing.” The front door opened and Brandon called out Sam’s name.

Because her car was in the drive, he’d know she was there. He was probably just warning them in case they were naked.

“We need to tell Brandon about the names you uncovered, and I fear what he might do.”

W
hen Mackenzie and Sam strolled out of the back room, Brandon immediately knew what they’d been doing, and he couldn’t be happier. Nor was he surprised they’d ended up in bed. The need to be with one’s mate was too strong to deny.

Brandon mentally patted himself on the back. When Chris hadn’t been able to find any encrypted files on Hood’s computer, Sam had taken the news hard. That was when Brandon suggested he ask Mackenzie for help. Sam had been hesitant at first because he feared that if she found the sought-after information, she might go off half-cocked in search of the men. Brandon was able to convince him that the alternative was worse. They’d have no chance of ever learning the names without her hacking into the computer.

“Did our little mate uncover any gems?” Brandon couldn’t keep the smugness from his tone. From what she’d described she’d done in the past, her skills were extensive.

Mackenzie’s lips pressed together. “I’m not little. I’m five foot six, which, for a woman, is above average.”

He liked the way she stood up to him. “Just a figure of speech, darlin’. You should be used to such crudities if you spent the afternoon with Goliath here.”

Sam took a large step toward him. “Watch it, pipsqueak. Maybe we won’t show you the list of names.” Because his cousin had two inches on him and at least forty pounds, it probably hadn’t been smart to stab the beast in the eye.

Brandon’s pulse jacked. “You found something?”

“Mackenzie actually found it.” All three went over to the computer where Sam tapped the screen to bring it to life. “There are ten names here. We believe the numbers represent the amount paid for the women. Unfortunately, we don’t know who bought which woman.”

Mackenzie scooted closer. “Sam here accessed the missing persons’ list both for Gulfside—of which there are two names—and for the rest of Florida. Ten women were reported missing this past year alone. That should help.”

Brandon nodded. “That’s fantastic, but remember, these women could be from anywhere. Take Cheryl, for example.”

“You’re right.” Her shoulders sagged.

Sam spoke up. “I say we check out each man, canvasing the neighborhood to see if any of the gentlemen has a new maid, a new nanny, or some long lost sister who just appeared. If we can get a photo of the women in the house, I’ll have the department do a national search for missing persons.”

She smiled. “That would be awesome.”

Brandon’s logical mind tried to process all of this new information. “We’ll need help from Trax, Dante, Drake, Kurt, Clay, and Dirk to help with the search. It’ll go faster.”

Sam nodded. “I’m sure the General will give us whoever we need.”

Mackenzie picked up a half-full glass of tea and sipped it. “Who’s this General? I recognize some of the other names after speaking with Elena. I also remember her mate commenting that the General had called him. At the time, I thought Dirk was part of the military.”

It was time to tell her the rest of their secret. “You know the Colters are mean motherfuckers, right?”

She glanced to the ceiling. “Of course.”

“Sam and I, along with many other shifters, belong to a group called The Pack. Our sole purpose is to take down the Colter organization.”

“Seriously?” The smile that followed lit up her eyes. God, she was so beautiful—and all theirs; assuming they didn’t mess it up and drive her away.

So far, their fellow Pack members had found mates who seemed okay being with their men living a dangerous life.

Brandon picked up her hand because he needed to touch her. “Yes. Seriously.”

“Do you know if the men who bought the women are all Colters?” She glanced between them.

He liked how Mackenzie could focus on the important issues and let go of her hand.

“We don’t know, and it doesn’t matter to us whether they are or aren’t,” Sam said. “What we do know is that the men who orchestrated the human trafficking scheme are Colters.” He turned the laptop to give Brandon a better viewing angle. “How about you and I take the first two, Trax and Dante can check out number three and four, and so forth?”

The idea had a few holes. “Some of the men might know these scum, especially if they’d had any run-ins with them. We should let everyone have a hand in deciding who goes after which man. Which means we need to get this list to the General ASAP.”

Sam stabbed a hand through his hair. “I wasn’t thinking. You’re right. Regardless, we’ll need Trax and Dante to set us up with better monitoring equipment.” He turned to Mackenzie. “Each of our members brings some expertise to the table. Trax and Dante Field are our security systems experts. Clay and Dirk can pull off a sting operation better than anyone.”

She glanced between them. “My private investigation company was set up the same way. I was great with hacking into computers and picking locks, whether they belonged to doors or safes. What are your specialties?”

“Sam here is one of our best fighters. He’s a brilliant strategist, especially in Colter capture. Since I work for the telephone company, it’s easy for me to get close to the subject.”

Sam winked. “In English that means he’s been known to tap a phone or two.”

“And the General?”

“He’s our leader. He was in the military, but now he organizes and directs what we do.”

“Is he good?”

“Very.” Brandon glanced to the computer. “I was aware of your computer skills, but you held out on your other talents, darlin’. Lock picking? Safe cracking?”

She grinned. “A woman has to have some secrets.” Now, it was her turn to glance at the computer. “So which man do I get to investigate?”

Brandon’s stomach nearly emptied. “No one.”

She shoved back her chair as if she were ready to do battle. “Why not? One of the bastards has Cheryl.”

Sam pressed a hand on her thigh. “That might be true, but let us worry about the men. If you get in the mix, my mind won’t be on the Colters. It’ll be on you, fearful one of those asses will try to capture you.”

“I’ll be careful.”

Sam stood. “No. And that’s final.”

She leaned back in her chair with a smug look that had Brandon’s heart pounding. “I’ve already memorized most of the names. If you won’t let me help, I’ll ask Jay.”

Sticky dread filled his veins once more. “About your cousin, darlin’.” Brandon glanced at Sam to make sure he thought it wise to tell her about her not so wonderful relative.

“Yes?” Her jaw clamped shut so tight he was surprised she was able to say that word.

Sam saved him the trouble. “Jay Wagner is a known Colter.”

Instead of getting angry, Mackenzie laughed. “No way. You guys need to retool your database. Jay is a good guy—like you two.”

Despite her cheerful response, from the way she was holding her shoulders tight, she had doubts. “When was the last time you saw Jay? You said it had been a while, right?” Brandon wished he didn’t have to have this conversation, but for her safety it was necessary.

She drew in her bottom lip. “He came back to Muncie when my dad died. That was almost three years ago. Would a Colter do that? To me, he’s a man who cares about his family. We talk often, and I’d know if he were a Colter.”

“I understand why you’re defending him.” Brandon steepled his fingers. “Tell me this. When you were at Wheels, did you realize the two men in the corner were Colters?” He only had to wait a second before continuing. The quick shot of fear in her eyes tore him up. “You can’t tell the good ones from the bad, you know. No one can. Not even us.”

She scrunched up her nose. “Jay is a good man. The only time he was grumpy or a bit mean was when I set off his house alarm after I got home late from being with you guys.”

Sam glanced over at him. “Your cousin has a house alarm? Don’t you find it odd that a garage mechanic would need one?”

“Jay explained that. He said his home wasn’t in the best part of town, and that he was a heavy sleeper. He put security cameras around his house to see who was trying to break in.”

Brandon’s heart broke. She only had her mom, her aunt, and her two cousins to call family. Finding out Jay was bad would kill her, but she needed to be leery.

Sam placed a hand on her shoulder. “We’re just trying to warn you.”

“Because a man tries to protect himself, you think he’s a Colter? I bet you have security here.”

“It’s our job to deal with bad people. We’re fully protected. No one can get in.”

Sam sat back down. “I know this is hard, but it would be best if you don’t stay with Jay anymore.”

She rolled her eyes again. “I’m not staying at a hotel. Not only is it expensive, Jay would want to know why I was leaving. I’m not about to say the two men who picked me up at the bar think he’s a Colter.”

Her description of them hurt. “We’re just two men to you?”

“You know what I mean. I don’t see the need to say you’re my mates or that I’ve slept with you. Jay would have a fit and insist my mom fly down and take me back to Indiana.”

Other than the fact Brandon would miss her, having Mackenzie miles away might not be a bad thing. At least she’d be safe. But Mackenzie wouldn’t go quietly; it wasn’t who she was. “All right then, you can help.”

Her eyes sparkled. “How? I’ll do whatever you need. I can break into anything.”

Brandon chuckled. “And set off alarms? No. That’s not what I meant. Besides, most shifters have dogs as pets. They’d tear you to pieces before you could reach into your purse for your gun.”

“Then what can I do?”

He hoped he was doing the right thing. “Keep an eye on Jay for us.”

She held up her palms. “Now you’re talking crazy. Wouldn’t he think it odd if I followed him to work? You think I’ll learn much watching him put oil in engines and change tires all day?”

“I wasn’t talking about following him.” He looked over at Sam.
Should we have her mention to Jay that we have Hood’s computer and found the list of men? We could put a trace on him and see what he does.

Let’s discuss it later. When she’s not here
. Sam cupped her chin. “We care deeply about you. We want you to be safe. Just be careful around Jay.”

“I will.” She twisted her face out of Sam’s grasp, and Brandon caught the disappointment in his cousin’s eye.

What if she reveals the names, and Jay tells his boss?
Brandon asked.
We could be screwed. It could also get Cheryl killed.

If we tell her not to tell him, she’ll tell him for sure. We have to trust her.