Twist My Heart Brooke Taylor (classic books to read .TXT) 📖

Nik rounded the Jeep, opening both Titan’s door and hers. Thea’s knees swung toward him, spreading right into his open hands. The dark depths of her pupils met his as he drew her swiftly against him, her ankles locking behind his back. With one hand he ensured she wouldn’t fall, with the other he cupped her cheek, guiding her mouth to his. Her lips and tongue made him insatiable for more, and he’d never really been much for kissing.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught sight of Titan lunging off into the woods to do his business, but all Nik cared about was getting inside and conducting his own. Need spooled through his blood.

He’d get the bags and groceries and let the dog back in later. For now, everything else in the whole of the world was just going to have to wait.

He couldn’t even imagine how amazing his cock would feel thrusting inside her. Back in the dressing room she hadn’t been nervous or shy. Her body had been more than ready, but God had she been tight. Virginal tight.

Nik brushed the thought aside before he let morals take hold and change his plans. He took his time with the key, enjoying the stability the door gave him as he kissed her deeper, her body turning his harder than before. Throwing his head back, he gulped in a sharp breath of cold mountain air. Pace yourself, Steele.

She took advantage, sliding her hot, wet mouth down the thick bulge of his throat. Her tongue traced along his clavicle until she found the edge of his neck to hungrily nip and suck. He was too consumed by the grinding of her hips to realize her mouth would be leaving its mark before it was too late. Didn’t matter—he wanted her inside his flesh as much as he wanted to be inside of hers.

Gathering her back into his chest, he was careful not to hurt her ribs, but they were all he planned to be careful with. With a swift kick, he booted the door. In his exuberance, it swung open with force, banging loudly as it knocked into the wall. Even in his near-drugged state, the hairs on the back of his neck rose. With lightning speed, he whirled Thea off him, dropping her behind his back as he went for his Sig. He aimed the gun through the darkened room, sighting it dead center on the shadowed man.

Chapter Twenty-Four

My breath punched the back of my throat at the hard landing. Pain seared, ringing the bones of my feet and spiking all the way up through my femurs. My head exploded with static. Noise oscillated from loud to louder. Loud to louder—wah-wah-wah-wah—before another sound clawed its way through. Run, my brain urged. My feet wouldn’t budge. I couldn’t leave Nik. Wouldn’t.

The disorienting cycle of noise in my head distorted the voice. It wasn’t Nik’s and his body completely shielded me from the other man. What was he saying? Too slow?

Before I could make sense of it, Nik holstered his gun and flung himself at the man, wrestling him into a chokehold. Their bodies banged hard into the wood floor as they collided. The mad scramble of legs and curses quelled, but the locks on each other’s bodies only heightened.

Scouring the nearly blackened room for a weapon, I sighted the baseball bat on the mantle. I grabbed it and hoisted it over my shoulder. As soon as I got a clear shot of the stranger’s midsection, I swung. As the bat connected hard, a resounding groan filled the room. The bones in my hands vibrated with pain. No longer able to grip the bat, I let go. It clattered to the floor and the man’s hand shot toward it. With a jerk of my foot, I tried to kick the bat out of his reach and connected his arm instead.

“Fucking bitch!” The man ripped free from Nik’s chokehold. Lunging to his knee, he made a charge toward me.

Nik spun on his back, swiping the stranger’s ankle with his leg and bringing him crashing down on his ass. Thrusting up to his knees, Nik reached out, grasping the man’s throat with one big hand and pushing his body cleanly back to the floor.

“Touch her and die,” Nik gritted out before releasing him.

“She hit me with a bat, bro,” the big man griped as he sat up. Instead of launching another attack, he leaned back heavily on his palms.

My eyes volleyed between the two men, my pulse thumping painfully strong at my temples. I struggled to make sense of why they’d both stopped fighting and now were content to catch air. “Bro? You know this guy?”

Heaving breaths, Nik rocked onto his heels and stood up. He flipped on a light switch. As the stranger got to his feet, I realized he looked similar to Nik. The two men carried themselves the same, their confidence and straining intensity perfectly matched. The stranger’s build was slightly shorter and thicker than Nik’s, and he looked a few years older. The dark stubble over his square jaw was longer and scragglier and his scruffy black hair curled over his ears and dropped, hanging across his eyes. He shoved it back with a rough hand as his dark eyes bored hard at me.

As Nik came to my side, he said, “Thea, meet Coop. Coop, Thea.”

“Is he, like, your brother or something?”

“Or something. Brother, but not by bloo—”

“We share blood,” Coop cut him off with agitation. “I wouldn’t be alive if I didn’t have Steele blood in my veins.”

Nik’s chin dipped in acknowledgment of the comment. “Coop was a fellow Team Guy, and you did an awesome job taking him out with the Squatch Knocker. I will make sure he never lives it down.”

“She hardly took me out and I can kill you both and make it look like Bigfoot did it. I don’t think your ass