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  “My liege,” she whispered. “We can’t…”

  He lay flat against her, his body pressing her into the ground. His laughing, “two more points,” rang in her ears. “How many is that?”

  “Twenty-three,” she whispered.

  “We’ll do twenty-five, just to have a good, even number.”

  He increased the pace of his thrusting, his cock sliding deeper and deeper inside her.

  Sorcha grasped the blanket under her. It felt so naughty, fucking while strangers were close by. And it felt so fantastic. She didn’t want it to end. She wanted him to stay inside her. Forever.

  When it was fully dark, he brought her up to her knees, wrapping his legs around her so he could thrust harder and harder. He pushed her head down to the blanket as he rode her, harder and harder, faster and faster. By this time Sorcha didn’t care who saw. She knew anyone who looked their way would know exactly what was happening.

  Her Master was taking her doggy style in the middle of a public park. Anyone could see them. Anyone could watch them. And she didn’t care. She loved every minute of it. Every thrust. Every contraction.

  Each thrust pushed the ring against her vaginal walls, sending shock waves of new sensations through her. He thrust deeper and deeper and the ring hit her G-spot. Her body tensed and she fought off the orgasm.

  “Master,” she whispered. “Oh, Master.”

  She clenched her muscles around him as he slammed his cock into the same spot, over and over and over again.

  “Fuck, yeah. Good girl. Who’s your Master?”

  “Master. Diego. You. Are. I. Need… Oh. Please.” Her words came on short, halting breaths.

  “Come for me.” He pounded himself into her, the sound of their fucking evident. The hits on her G-spot sent her spiraling. When Diego found her clit and pinched it hard, she screamed out his name, contracting around his cock as it pulsed inside her. She felt his cock expand in her pussy and she knew he was coming, too. He pushed into her with hard, fast thrusts, groaning her name in her ear.

  She shivered under him as aftershocks rocked her body. “Master.”

  “Turn, look.” She turned her head toward the park, her eyes adjusting to the dark. The couple closest to them was watching them intently. Despite the dark she could see their excited expressions, making it obvious that they enjoyed what they saw.

  When she and Diego collapsed onto the blanket, the couple clapped.

  “Bravo,” the man said. “You gave her a great ride.”

  The woman giggled and Sorcha gasped for air as Diego’s hands caressed her.

  “Why, thank you,” Diego said, his voice shaky with exertion. “We’re glad you enjoyed it as much as we did.”

  * * * * *

  Ten miles outside of Durango, Sorcha feel asleep, her head resting on Diego’s thigh. He caressed her arm and smiled to himself as he drove.

  He’d found her. The one sub who interested him. He couldn’t wait to see her reaction to the next thing he proposed, or the next. The swing sat in the cab behind them, itching to be used. He would put her in it, on her belly, and bind her arms behind her.

  He’d put his cock inside her ass and ride her until they were both screaming. Damn, this woman made him feel like he was on fire. Why hadn’t he noticed it when he’d done a scene with her all those years ago?

  He’d thought she was pretty, yes, and he’d loved her curves and her breasts, but she had belonged to Thomas, and Diego never poached on another Dom’s territory. It was one of the reasons why he’d never had a permanent sub, except for Marie.

  He tickled her cheek, and jumped when his cell phone rang. He grabbed it from the console and snapped it open.

  “What?”

  “Nice to hear your voice, too.”

  “Ward? What the fuck? I’m busy right now. Call me Tuesday.”

  “Wait, Diego! Don’t hang up. Where are you?”

  “I just left Durango. Why? Is something wrong?”

  Diego listened as Ward talked, then let out a string of expletives.

  “Job interview my ass.”

  “Excuse me?”

  “Nothing. How’d you know she was with me?”

  “Ty. I mentioned your name to him last night and he said you’d taken a new sub to your cabin. When her name came up this afternoon, I knew where to find her.”

  “Great. It’ll take us a while to get there. I want to stop at my cabin.”

  “I’ll meet you at the offices in Santa Fe.”

  “Thanks a lot.”

  He snapped the phone shut and threw it back onto the console. He was tempted to wake her up, confront her with what he’d just learned, but it would do no good. Best to let her sleep until they got to the cabin.

  He fumed as he drove, planning what he needed to do to get her out of the mess she was now in. He wanted her too badly not to help her. But she wasn’t making things easy.

  She stirred as they reached Chama, sitting up and stretching.

  “Morning,” she said with a laugh.

  “Not yet,” he replied, pulling onto the dirt road that led to his cabin.

  “What’s wrong?”

  “Don’t talk to me right now.”

  “What? What happened? Why?”

  “Hush, Sorcha. Just hush and let me think.”

  She scooted over to the edge of the cab, a mixed look of hurt and anger invading her face.

  He stopped in front of the cabin and exited quickly, leaving his things in the truck. She followed after him.

  “Why are you mad?”

  “Because you lied to me. Job interview? Or a call giving you illegal information?”

  She pulled back with a start and he nodded.

  “That’s what I thought.”

  He went inside and searched for a phone book, opened it quickly, and punched in a number on his cell phone. He pointed to a chair.

  “Sit.”

  She shook her head at him angrily. “No fucking way.”

  “I said sit.” He put the call on speakerphone and a man’s voice filled the room.

  “Zia A-1 Bail Bonds.”

  “Jack?”

  “Diego? What’s up, my man?”

  “Can you meet me at the state police offices in Santa Fe, about three hours from now?”

  “Sure. You’re not being arrested, are you?” Jack chuckled and the bottom dropped out of Sorcha’s stomach.

  Diego fixed an angry stare on her, shaking his head.

  “No. But my lover is.”

  Chapter Eight

  “You can’t do this to me. Please!” Sorcha turned to Diego.

  “Put your seatbelt back on. And I’m not doing it to you. You did it to yourself when you hired Ruben what’s-his-name to hack into a government computer to get you information. Ward said he gave you up in two minutes flat to save his own skin.”

  “Take me to Albuquerque. Let me leave for Farmington and ‑‑”

  “No. They’ll go easier on you if you turn yourself in. I’ll bail you right back out. You won’t spend hardly any time behind bars, if any at all.”

  Sorcha’s breath left her lungs. She started to gasp and Diego patted her thigh in a reassuring fashion.

  Time behind bars? Oh, lord, he was serious.

  “Put your head between your knees. Take deep breaths and don’t panic.”

  She did as he said and he rubbed her back. “Why did you do it?”

  “Why do you think? You wouldn’t talk to me! Eric wouldn’t talk to me! Angel wouldn’t talk to me!”

  “So your solution is not to wait, as any level-headed person would do, but to hack into a government computer to try and find the location of a hidden witness? Shit, Sorcha. What if that information had fallen into Jaymes’s hands, huh? What if he killed Joseph Black Hawk and his family? How would you feel then?”

  “Don’t yell at me.”

  “Somebody needs to! Fuck!” He pulled off the road and put the truck into park. He turned to her.

  “Listen. This
won’t be that hard. We’ll go, and they’ll book you ‑‑”

  “No!” Sorcha shook her head furiously and Diego held up his hand, raising his voice.

  “They’ll book you, and I’ll bail you right out. You and I will search for information for your story. Together.”

  “I don’t need your help.”

  “Obviously, you do. If Jaymes comes after you, it won’t be handcuffs you’re wearing but cement shoes, if you get my meaning.”

  She nodded.

  “I’m not letting you out of my sight. We’ll live together, eat together, shower together, sleep together.”

  “Oh no, we won’t.”

  ‘Oh yes, we will. If for no other reason being that you still owe me two days, and twenty-five minutes in my chair.”

  She laughed, then started to cry, her shoulders rocking as the sobs left her body.

  “Don’t let them see you cry, Sorcha. I know you’re strong. That’s what you show them, your strength.”

  “I’ve never been arrested before.” She turned to him and he wiped her tears with his thumbs, cradling her face in his hands.

  “I know. I’ll be with you the whole way. I promise. Trust me to be there for you.”

  “I do. I’m just so frightened. It was so wrong of me, I know, but ‑‑”

  “Shush. Later, we’ll discuss it later. You know, Sorcha, that one night I played with you, I was very attracted to you. If it hadn’t been for Thomas, I would have liked to play with you more. You fascinate me.”

  She sniffled out a laugh. “Right.”

  “It’s true. I remember everything about that night, from the look on your face to the way you moaned, the way you trembled. I remember how excited you were. I wanted to give you my cock then, but I don’t fuck other Doms’ subbies, unless they offer her to me.”

  “Really? Or are you just saying that to stop my crying?”

  “You’ll learn that I mean what I say, always.”

  She gave him a tentative smile and he put the truck back into gear. When they were fifteen minutes outside of Santa Fe, he called Ward.

  “We’re almost there. Is Jack there yet?”

  “He’s here, but you don’t need him. I got a judge to agree to release her into your custody after we book her.”

  “That’s great news. See you in a bit.”

  “What’s great news? They’re not going to arrest me?”

  “Oh, they’re going to arrest you, all right. But I’m going to be your jailer.”

  Sorcha snorted, then covered her mouth. “Sorry.”

  “That’s OK, jailbird. The judge releasing you to me may have gone easy on you, but I’m not going to.”

  * * * * *

  “When did you hire him?” Ward McGovern sat back in his chair and stared at Sorcha.

  “Thursday morning. He and I went to school together. I knew he did stuff like this.”

  “Yes, he does,” Ward said. “He’s in trouble for several things, and he tried to use your name for leverage, to lighten his load.”

  “Jerk.”

  Diego laughed. “When did he get in?”

  “Thursday night. He didn’t get anything, though. A programmer noticed the intrusion Friday morning, and we caught him Friday afternoon. He gave up your girl quick, and, like I said, it was a happenstance meeting with Ty that let me know she was with you.”

  Sorcha wiped the towel over her fingers again. She could still feel the ink from the fingerprinting process. Crap. I have a record. So much for finding a job.

  “What happens now?”

  “Now they charge you with felony records tampering. Two to five years.”

  Sorcha bit back a cry as Diego’s words echoed in her ears. “Be strong. Show them your strength.”

  “What if she can give you something?” Diego asked.

  “Like what? She has nothing.”

  “Don’t be so sure about that,” Sorcha said. “I bet I can find out something about Jaymes you can use.”

  “Like what? We have a man on the inside who is feeding us information, and he can’t give us stuff to use.”

  “That’s because he’s following the law.”

  Sorcha returned Ward’s stare. Finally, he turned to Diego.

  “You going along with this?”

  “If it keeps her out of prison, yes.”

  “I can’t promise that. But it would help.” He turned back to Sorcha. “What do you have in mind?”

  “Well, I know the judge threw out the books Joseph Black Hawk took, saying there was no proof they belonged to Jaymes.”

  “How’d you hear that?” Ward narrowed his eyes at Diego.

  “Not from me.” Diego held up his hands.

  “No. From a reporter at the Trib. I still have some contacts. So, your chances of convicting him on these charges are slim.”

  “True,” Ward confirmed. “Which pisses me off. He might get two to five for threatening Diego and Eric, but for the most part, we’re screwed.”

  “What if I could find evidence about a different crime?”

  “Like what?”

  “Like a former employee who got the shaft?”

  “And who might that be?” The silence grew, and finally, Sorcha sighed.

  “My cousin, Tony Morales.”

  Diego spoke after several long minutes. “Your cousin is Tony Morales?”

  “Yes.”

  “I arrested him five years ago,” Ward said. “He got fifteen years for extortion and money laundering and is in prison in Las Cruces.”

  “He did those things for Dustin Jaymes. You knew that.”

  “Yeah, but I couldn’t prove it, because your cousin refused to talk.”

  Sorcha swallowed deeply. “What if he could give you something you could use?”

  “Like what? You think a judge is going to listen to a convict? The lawyers will say he’s giving us information on Jaymes to cut his sentence.”

  “What if all he wanted was protection from Jaymes, inside the prison? What if he would serve out his time?”

  “For giving us information on illegal gambling and money laundering? I’m afraid that time is long past for him.”

  “What about on murder?”

  “I’m listening.” There was steel in Ward’s voice and Sorcha tried to steady her nerves by clenching her fists.

  “Do you remember that prison guard who was killed two years ago in the private facility near White Sands?”

  “Yes. Shanked by an inmate, who killed himself. They always thought another person helped. Was it your cousin?”

  “No! He’s not even there. But Tony knew the man. They both worked for Jaymes over the years. A week after the man was killed, Tony had a visitor, a woman he’d never met. Said her husband was the man who was murdered, the prisoner. He’d given her tape-recorded information, featuring Dustin Jaymes’s main worker, ordering the hit on the guard. She said if he was ever in trouble, her husband had said to give it to Tony, to help him, you know, in a trade type of thing.”

  She watched Ward as he processed the information. Finally, he nodded. “So Jaymes ordered the hit on the guard? Why?”

  “He was paying the guard to smuggle things to his workers inside. The guard demanded more and more money. Finally, Jaymes refused.”

  “And you have this all on tape?”

  “No. My cousin knows a woman who does.”

  “And why would Tony help me?”

  “I know that he lives in fear of Jaymes. If you could promise him protection, it would help.”

  “I can arrange that. But we have to be careful about getting the information. If we pull him out, it looks suspicious. But if his cousin comes to visit…”

  “I’ll leave right now. I want an exclusive on this. First rights, before any other media.”

  “I can’t promise you that,” Ward said.

  “You can and you will,” Sorcha said with a frown. “First rights, or I walk.”

  Ward snorted out a laugh. “Right. Did you forget that y
ou just got arrested? If you’re not careful, you’ll be joining your cousin in prison.”

  Sorcha stared at him.

  She clenched her fists until Ward laughed. “Fine. I’ll give you the story first.”

  “And you won’t talk to other reporters until I sell my story.”

  “I can’t promise that.”

  “You can.”

  “Shit. She’s a shark.”

  Sorcha gave him a smug look. “I want it in writing.”

  “You can trust me,” Ward replied.

  “In writing, and I’ll leave tonight.”

  “We’ll leave tonight,” Diego said. “I’m not letting you out of sight. You still owe me Dom/sub time. And you’re in my custody, remember?”

  Sorcha glanced at Ward with a stricken look on her face. “Diego!”

  “You know, I wanted to talk to you about that,” Ward said with a snort. “Will someone please tell me where you keep meeting these fantastic subbies? ’Cause I can’t find a one.”

  “I’ve known Sorcha for a while, way before your time at Tygers. She was only there to cause problems the last time.”

  “That is not true! You can’t keep saying things like that.”

  “Prove it. You were trying to bribe a desk clerk.”

  “So you arrested her?”

  “Not hardly,” Sorcha said. “He…” She closed her mouth quickly and looked at Diego.

  “He ‑‑ kept me from talking to Eric and Angel, about the case.”

  “Good. We’re having a hard enough time trying to convict Jaymes, we don’t need any more problems to deal with. You’ve got your exclusive, Sorcha. I’ll give you the deal, in writing. I’ll have it drawn up tomorrow. And, about your visit, I’d have to arrange a special time if you left tomorrow, because regular hours aren’t until Wednesday. I don’t want anyone to connect you with me, so just go on Wednesday. And it would probably be better if you went alone.”

  “No way.” Diego shook his head. “She might go to the prison by herself, but she’s not going on a trip by herself. I can’t trust her not to get into trouble.”