Taming Knox: Gray Wolf Security Texas, #3

By Glenna Sinclair

This is the third book of the Gray Wolf Security Texas series and contains over 48,000 words of romantic suspense... 

 

I saw him sitting at a corner of the bar. He had these penetrating gray eyes that were just so intriguing. I walked over and made small talk, aware that he was looking at my ass, my thighs. He was a leg man. I could work with that. But then he mentioned a wife, and I was off that stool faster than he could say wedding ring.

He found me a few minutes later, whispering about his dead wife, and I was just drunk enough to find it romantic. One night. That's all it was supposed to be. But then my job at Gray Wolf Security had me interviewing for a nanny position, and there were penetrating gray eyes on the other side of the desk.

With the memory of a night like that, how was I supposed to keep my hands to myself?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Glenna Sinclair
• Release date: Sep 14, 2016
• ISBN: 9798223010333

Glenna Sinclair

Experience the heart-racing novels of Glenna Sinclair, the master of romantic suspense. Sinclair's books feature strong male protagonists, many with a military background, who face real-world challenges that will keep you on the edge of your seat. Books2read.com/GlennaSinclair Facebook.com/AuthorGlennaSinclair GlennaSinclairAuthor at Gmail dot com

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Prologue

Knox

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The Fourth of July was never really my favorite holiday. I’d loved when my daddy got fireworks and took us out to the ranch to shoot them off. But he’d stopped coming around when I was twelve, so no more fireworks. Momma and her new husband, Ed, thought fireworks were too dangerous. And Sherilynn claimed she never liked them anyway. I was the only one to enjoy them, I supposed. There was no surprise there, though. Momma, Sherilynn, and I never agreed on much of anything.

I stood off to the side and watched my coworkers and my boss enjoy their families at the company picnic. They all looked so happy. How was it possible to be that happy? I don’t think I ever looked like that when a man looked at me; I never felt the need to blush and laugh every time a man touched me or whispered some sweet nothings in my ear. In fact, I don’t think I’m capable of a blush.

I couldn’t wait to get out of there. I could have kissed Elliot for suggesting we all headed out to a bar.

The music, the booze, the hot bodies all pressed together... now that was my idea of a party! Hands on my ass, hot breath on the back of my neck. Loved it! Whiskey burning my throat and beer chasing it... Whoever invented the boilermaker was a brilliant person. Had to have been a woman!

There was this guy sitting on a stool tucked into a corner of the bar, his eyes moving over the bodies on the dance floor but his body never moving to join them. He was good-looking—fairly tall, deep-brown hair with these great streaks of gold and red, piercing gray eyes—I’d been to bed with uglier guys. The beard was a bit much. I’d never been into those kinds of beards that are half grown in, half not. But it didn’t look bad on him.

I wandered over, ignoring Alexander when he grabbed my arm and tried to pull me back onto the dance floor. He was busy with his new love, that client, Tierney. I didn’t understand how he could sleep with a client. Even I had standards and that seemed a little like stepping over the line. But who was I to say anything?

I slipped into an empty stool to the left of gray eyes and ordered another boilermaker.

My dad used to drink those, he said, his voice deep, almost gravelly.

Yeah? You from back East?

Why do you ask?

Most of the guys I meet in bars who say that are from back East.

He cracked a smile, his full lips parting to reveal really nice teeth. I’m a little weird that way. I like nice, even teeth that are not bleached-out bone-white, but white enough.

I grew up in a small town outside Chicago.

How’d you end up here?

My wife. We met at Northwestern, and she insisted we come back here after we married.

Cool.

I picked up my drink and started to walk away. Married men were always a mistake. I’d been with a few, and it’d never ended well. And I really wasn’t in the mood for any more trouble right now.

I wandered back to the table where my coworkers—Elliot, Tony, Alexander, and Ingram—were camping out, Alexander with his girl beside him and Ingram with his—surprise!—wife on his lap. Who knew he was married? Who knew that Alexander would fall for a boring, stuffy lawyer? Who knew anything about anyone?

I tossed down the whiskey and drank a heavy swallow of my beer before grabbing Elliot’s hand and dragging him out onto the dance floor. Elliot wasn’t usually one to care for close dancing. He kept everyone at arm’s length, especially in a social setting. But he was three sheets to the wind tonight and didn’t seem to mind running his hands over the small of my back. I wrapped my arms around his neck and ground my hips against him, laughing when he suddenly stiffened.

Lighten up, Elliot! I’m not going to rape you right here on the dance floor!

You’re drunk, Knox.

I am. And I plan on getting much drunker.

I pulled away from him and began dancing to a tune in my head, beyond the need to listen to the live band that was playing. After a moment, I felt a body come up behind me, hands sliding over my hips. I leaned back, liking the masculine scent of my new partner’s cologne, liking the warmth of his body against mine. We moved like that for a moment, grinding against each other as we found our own rhythm that was separate from what everyone else in the room seemed to be listening to. It was hot. Sexy. His hands slipped over my belly, my hips, his fingers disappearing under the hem of my thin blouse. I turned, anxious to see whom these erotic hands belonged to, and was surprised to find myself looking up into gray eyes.

Sorry, I said, instantly stepping away. I don’t waste time on married men.

He grabbed my arm before I could get very far.

I’m not married anymore.

It could have been a line. It could have been a lie to get what he wanted. It could have been the truth. At the moment, I didn’t much care.

I could see Alexander making his way through the crowd, coming toward us with a determined look on his face. For some reason, Alexander had appointed himself as my personal guardian. He and Ingram both, but Ingram was a little too involved in the presence of his wife to care much about me tonight. I half wished that Alexander was that involved in his pretty new girlfriend.

You want to get out of here? I asked.

Gray eyes smiled, showing off those perfect pearly whites again.

Your place or mine?

We ended up at a no-tell motel just up the road, slipping out of the bar before anyone could say anything to us. He wasn’t cheap—he rented the room himself. You’d be surprised—I often was—at how many guys wanted to get lucky but they didn’t want to spend a dime to do it.

He came back to the car and pulled around to the back of the place, not speaking as he did. He came around and helped me out of the car—a fairly generic Ford Taurus—holding my hand as he made the way to the door. That was different, too. Most guys didn’t want to hold hands. They rarely kissed either. They usually just wanted to jump into bed and get down to the dirty stuff. But not this guy.

He opened the door and pulled me inside. He pressed me up against the closed door and ran his hand slowly over my throat.

You’re beautiful, he said.

I don’t remember the last time anyone had called me beautiful.

And then he tugged at the elastic that held my long, red hair back from my face. It tumbled loose, and he studied it, as if he’d never seen a woman with hair like mine before. It was beginning to make me uncomfortable, when he finally leaned in and brushed his lips against mine.

I didn’t know what to do with that either.

I hesitated, kissing him back as if I’d never made out with a guy before. The truth was, it had been a while. The last time I made out with someone... it had been with Alexander. But it was nice. He was gentle. And he knew what he was doing.

I opened to him, sliding my arms up around his neck, tugging him a little closer to me. It was nice, the feel of him, the taste of him. And when he lifted me up, carrying me over to the bed, I could almost forget that this was a bar hookup and I was... well, I was me.

His hands were warm on my skin as he slid them carefully under my blouse. He was gentle... so gentle. It’d been a long time since someone had touched me with anything other than urgency or impatience. He unbuttoned my blouse, rather than tugging it open, taking the time to work each button individually. And then his teeth tugged at my nipples, pulling on them through the material of my bra. There was something about the feel of all that cotton between his teeth and my flesh that made it even more exciting. I arched my back and he sighed, his hot breath burning my skin. His hand slipped down over my belly, coming to rest on the top button of my shorts. I ached in my lower belly in a way I don’t think I’d done before, wanting him to release that simple lock between my body and his.

I pulled at his shirt, tugging it over his head, creating a trail of hot kisses along his pecs, his ribs, loving the smell of him, the taste of him. And when he sighed again... there was power in the little noises I made him make.

We kissed again as he worked the back of my bra, popping it loose and letting my full breasts fall free. He cupped one breast, his palm doing incredible things as he sort of rolled my nipple in that big hand of his, sending shivers of pleasure up and down my spine. And then he was kissing my throat, his mouth working its way slowly down the length of my body. He tugged away my shorts, and I watched him, aching for his touch. He slid his hand over the soft cotton of my panties, cupping my cunt in his hand, and I knew he could feel my wetness. I watched his face, watched the excitement burn in his eyes. He wanted me.

I knew logically that this was just about the sex, but there was something about the way he looked at me that reminded me of the way Drake had once looked at me. Like I was the only woman on the face of the earth that he would ever look at again.

He tugged my panties away. I did a little shimmy, helping him out. And then he lifted my hips, pulling me up to him as he dipped his head low, his tongue once again doing things that short-circuited my thoughts. This man knew what he was doing. The woman who let him go was a fool!

I almost forgot the condoms in my pocket, so lost was I in the feel of his tongue dancing around my clit, the sharp pain of his teeth nibbling at my lips. When he undid his pants, these alarm bells began going off in the back of my mind, but I couldn’t quite hear them, or didn’t quite remember what they meant. And then... he pulled a condom out of his back pocket, and it suddenly all came back.

Yeah. That’s kind of important.

And then he was inside of me, leaning down so that he could share the taste of my body with me. We kissed slowly, gently, our tongues doing a slow waltz as he thrust against me, slow rolls that touched parts of me that I was pretty sure had never been touched before. I clung to him, tugging at his hips to pull him ever closer to me. And when the waves came, crashing over me, I couldn’t quite stop the little moans that escaped my lips.

I was not a screamer. I’d never been a moaner. But this... I just couldn’t help myself.

And that was just the beginning of the night we spent together.

Maybe my opinion of the Fourth of July was a little off. Maybe it wasn’t such a terrible holiday after all.

Chapter 1

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At the Compound

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Kipling McKay walked around the conference room, setting out the documents Annie had copied, collated, and stapled for him early that morning. David Grayson, head of Gray Wolf Security 2, watched, wondering what his operatives were going to think of the new procedures.

Kipling was a consultant, and he was here to help David find a way to organize the non-technology sections of the business. David was a computer geek. He loved computers and could do just about anything with one, from designing software to building hardware. He’d designed the security systems that Gray Wolf Security 2 used with their clients, and his wife was currently working on a body camera that they were hoping their operatives could wear in the field for safety measures. He was more comfortable in front of a computer.

Sending operatives out into the field to possibly end up dead? That wasn’t really his area of expertise. That was his brother, Ash’s, field. Ash was retired army, a former Green Beret. Ash began Gray Wolf in Santa Monica several years ago to give friends of his from the military a way to put their need for adrenaline to good use. The business grew bigger and faster than anyone expected it to, spurring David to suggest opening this second branch. He thought it would be a cinch to run it because he’d watched Ash do it. But it wasn’t as easy as it had seemed.

What if they put up resistance?

Kipling glanced at David. They aren’t children. If they don’t like it, they know where the door is.

That’s not how we do things around here. We’re family. We take care of each other.

That’s great when someone’s in trouble. But that’s not the way to approach a business—and that, in the end, is what this is.

But I’ve made promises to these people.

Then that’s your mistake.

Resentment burned in David’s chest. It was bad enough that his brother didn’t believe in him, but to have this stranger come and point out every mistake he’d ever made... it frustrated him.

But this was what Ash wanted. And everyone always bent over backwards to make sure Ash got what he wanted.

The staff began to file in for the morning meeting. Ricki, David’s wife, moved up behind him and touched his back lightly.

One step at a time, she whispered near his ear.

He smiled down at her, touching her cheek with all the affection that displaced the resentment. Ricki had announced just three weeks ago at their Fourth of July picnic that she was expecting their second child. The morning