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  Kaeden laughed, his hands resting lightly on her hips. “I can see the team is in for a major overhaul. You can do whatever you want, just promise me you’ll never leave me again. I don’t think I’d survive that more than once.”

  Dee leaned forward, the tips of her breasts brushing against his chest as she whispered in his ear. “Never. I’ve come to realize that I love you and hopefully you love me too. So, no more running and no more secrets.”

  Kaeden wrapped his big arms around her, pulling her down on top of him and squeezing her tight. “Of course I love you!”

  “Well then, you’d better loosen up a bit, because I can’t breathe!” Dee giggled at the apologetic look on his face as he loosened his grip.

  “Sorry. I’ve waited so long; I never thought I’d hear you admit it.” He ran his hands down her flat stomach, pausing to explore the soft hollow of her hips.

  “I know. I was dumb enough to think I didn’t need you, that what I felt was just lust. I missed you from the moment I left, but it wasn’t until I heard your voice at the auction that I realized how much. The fact that you came after me and rescued me was kind of the clincher. That was a lot of money to pay for a girl who walked out on you without so much as a goodbye.” She reached down and grasped his cock, sliding her hand from base to tip in one sensuous move.

  “You know that money’s going to come out of your decorating budget, right? Unless you manage to convince me you’re worth it.” The grin on Kaeden’s face was pure mischievous lust.

  “You mean like this?” Dee slid her hand up and down his massive shaft, pausing to fondle his balls. “Or more or like this?” Rising to her knees, she guided the tip of his cock through the soft folds guarding her pussy and settled back down, slowly impaling herself on the thick shaft.

  “Oh, yeah. Like that!” Kaeden grasped her hips, urging her on as she rode him like a bucking horse, letting out little whimpers of satisfaction when his thick cock penetrated deep inside her time after time.

  She felt the orgasm building, starting deep inside her and exploding out through every nerve ending into a thousand fiery fragments as Kaeden let out a growl of triumph. His seed jetted deep inside her, and she collapsed on top of him.

  He wound his fingers through the curtain of her hair, claiming her lips. He kissed her with a passion that sent heat racing down her spine as wave after wave of aftershocks rippled through her. Cradling her face between his palms, he waited until she opened her eyes and looked straight at him.

  Staring into her eyes, he declared, “You are the love of my life. Always. Forever. Don’t ever forget that.”

  Dee sighed happily. “I won’t. You see, I love you too.”

  Running Scared (Mercenaries 2)

  Anne Kane

  She’s a genetic experiment that was never supposed to get out of the lab. If the government finds her they will kill her without hesitation. Her memories of her early life are sketchy but the one clear image she has is of a brother who saved her life, and then disappeared.

  Jackson knows what it’s like to lose your entire family in one bloody instant, and he vows to help Saralyn find hers. It doesn’t hurt that he finds her irresistibly sexy or that the attraction is mutual. They enlist the rest of the mercenary team in a search operation that takes them into the heart of the corrupt government.

  Chapter One

  Saralyn ran her hands over the computer’s input screen, sorting through the mess of icons with a speed that she knew suggested more than a passing acquaintance with technology.

  There! She pulled the icon forward, tapping it gently to open its secrets. Closing her eyes, she splayed her fingers across the screen and let the information flow through the tips of her fingers, gigabytes of info flashing along the web of her nervous system to the storage cells in her brain. Later, she’d sort through the files and isolate the information she needed. Right now she just wanted to get out of here before…

  “Looking for something?”

  Damn! The overhead lights snapped on, and Saralyn turned to see the man they called Jackson lounging against the doorframe. Bad timing. Five more minutes and she would have been home free. One thing she’d learned at an early age was to hide her differences. Survival depended on blending into the crowd, not letting anyone know just how different she was. Just how much had he seen?

  She plastered an innocent smile on her face. “Not really. Just couldn’t sleep so I thought I’d see if I could find a game to play.” She gestured at the bank of computers behind her. “I looked, but I can’t find the game files. Maybe you can show me where they are?”

  Jackson lifted one brow, a glimmer of humor shining in the depths of his dark eyes. He had nice eyes. Dark. Dreamy. Right now they seemed to see right through her, and she had to force herself not to squirm. Unfortunately that combination of bedroom eyes and the physique of a Greek god was making it hard for her to think.

  Jackson pushed himself upright and sauntered into the room. “That’s Trace’s computer you were fondling, and frankly, I don’t think Trace has ever played a game in his life. But you already knew that. I heard rumors about the government experiments, but I thought they terminated all of you years ago. How come you’re still alive?”

  My goodness, he was tall! Of course at five feet nothing, she was used to looking up at people. It didn’t help that she was finding it harder to concentrate with every step he took toward her. She took a deep breath. “I have no idea what you’re talking about. I’ve lived on the streets as long as I can remember. All the government has ever done for me is chase me away and make it hard to stay alive. And I was not fondling the computer!” At least not much. He obviously had an overactive imagination. “And how would I know anything about Trace’s preferences? I thought all you geeky type guys were gamers. I’ve barely been here a week, and I’m still trying to sort you all out. Which one is Trace?”

  He stopped right beside her, forcing her to tilt her neck backward to look up into his eyes. “Trace is our resident bloodhound. Tall, shaggy black hair, resembles a grouchy bear most days? Ring a bell? Set him onto something or someone and he’ll follow the faintest of leads until he finally tracks them down. He can pull more info out of those computer banks than a buzzard pulls out of the garbage slews. I’m glad he’s on our side, because he’s one scary dude. I wonder what he’d find out if I sicced him onto you.”

  Saralyn did a mental tally of the men on Kaeden’s team of mercenaries. Yes, she knew which one was Trace. That description was amazingly accurate. Then again, all of them were scary dudes, although she’d never admit that to them. Living on the run all these years had taught her that any sign of weakness would bring the predators swarming in for the kill. She highly doubted he would find anything of interest on her, though. Her life, for as long as she could remember, had consisted of an ongoing struggle to stay alive and find enough to eat. It was the second part of the statement that intrigued her. “So this Trace can find stuff? Or people?”

  Jackson nodded, his eyes narrowing. “If anyone can find it, Trace can. Why? There something in particular you need to find?”

  Saralyn opened her mouth, and was amazed to find herself telling the truth. Trust was a foreign concept and if a person knew what was important to her, they could use it against her. She had no reason to trust Jackson.

  “Not something. Someone. I’m looking for my brother. At least, I think he’s my brother.” She sighed, her gaze fixed on the mosaic tiles on the floor. That sounded dumb. Explaining herself was another foreign concept, and yet with this man it felt right. “I don’t remember a lot about my early childhood, but there’s this one really vivid memory of me and him running away from some guys in uniform. I was real small, always have been. He hid me in a dumpster and ran the other way, leading the enforcers away from me. I’m not sure why but I know they were going to kill me if they found me. They were hollering that we stole something from them, but I don’t remember what. Probably food.” In this ravaged world, stealing from the g
overnment goons was punishable by immediate execution. “Anyway, that’s the last time I saw him. He never came back for me and I’ve been on my own ever since. I realize there’s a good chance he didn’t survive, but I need to know. If he’s alive and out there, I want to find him. He risked his own life to save mine. I can’t let it go until I find out what happened that day. Somehow, I’m sure it’s the key to a lot of weird things in my life.”

  There might be a hint of sympathy sparkling in the depths of the mercenary’s dark eyes, but it was overshadowed by suspicion. He didn’t believe her. For once in her life, she’d told the pure unadulterated truth, and he didn’t believe her. That really stung.

  Whatever! She didn’t need him. She’d gotten this far on her own, and she’d finish on her own. She was so close. She’d find out what happened that day and she’d find her brother, if he were still alive. Tilting her head at a defiant angle, she swept past Jackson, heading for the door.

  “Wait.” Jackson caught her arm. “We can help. My team can help you find your brother.”

  “Why would you bother? You don’t believe me.” She spat out the accusation in cold tones.

  Jackson shrugged, not looking in the least repentant. “I saw what you did with that computer and I tend to be somewhat cynical. Most mercenaries are. Hazard of the trade, but if you’re serious about finding this brother of yours our charming little band is your best bet.”

  “I already have whatever was in that computer.” She might as well admit to mining the data in their computer banks. He’d caught her in the act. “If your buddies have any information, I don’t need you to give it to me.”

  Jackson shrugged. “Whatever you found on the computer is a mere pittance. Trace would have buried anything important behind more firewalls than you’ve ever seen.”

  What was it about this man? One look from those dark eyes and she found herself being honest with him when she hadn’t realized she knew how. This close, his scent teased her nostrils, a musky male scent that sent heat racing through her body. It had been a long time since any man had been able to elicit a response from her. Sex was a commodity, a means to getting what she wanted.

  Maybe it was just hormones. Sometimes her body had an annoying tendency to let her down. She inhaled slowly, trying to identify the reason his scent had such a huge effect on her.

  A quizzical frown creased the mercenary’s forehead. “Did I forget to shower or something?”

  Saralyn could feel the heat stain her cheeks, and she bowed her head in embarrassment. This whole encounter was bizarre. “No. It’s just… something about you.” Why on earth had she said that? Time to get this conversation back on an impersonal footing. “You think Trace would be able to help me find my brother?”

  “If anybody can find him, Trace can.” There was absolute certainly in his voice. “You want me to go wake him now, or do you think you can wait until morning?”

  He was kidding, right? He’d actually go wake this Trace guy up? “I’ve been searching for years. I think it can probably wait until morning. I should probably go try to get some sleep.”

  A hint of a smile curved Jackson’s lips, and he gave her a conspiratorial wink. “Yeah. That grouchy bear thing gets worse if you try to wake him up. I’ll call a team meeting after breakfast and you can tell them whatever you remember. We’re a democratic bunch -- we vote on whether or not to take a mission. For what it’s worth, I’ll put in a good word for you. And I won’t mention what I just saw. I like to see families get reunited, and it’s rare in this godforsaken place. You should go try to get some sleep now. You look tired.”

  She got the feeling that he didn’t smile often, and even now it didn’t quite carry to his eyes. There was something sad lurking in the depths of those dark eyes, something almost haunted. It hit a chord hidden deep inside her. “I am, but sleep is hard to come by. Truth is, I could probably sleep forty-eight hours straight if I could just get my mind to stop running in circles.”

  Jackson nodded sympathetically. “Know the feeling well.” Reaching out, he gently tucked an errant strand of hair behind her ear.

  His fingers brushed her cheek, sending an electric spark of awareness sizzling across the surface of her skin. She’d never felt anything like it, had never reacted to a man’s touch in such an intense way. She turned her face into the palm of his hand, sucking a deep breath into her lungs as she wordlessly asked for more.

  Time slowed as Jackson lowered his head and brushed an achingly sweet kiss across her lips. Heat ignited deep within her, blazing to life at the instant of contact. Eyes closed, she savoured the sweet, sensual caress of his mouth as it moved across hers. He was incredibly gentle, barely touching her and yet she yearned for more. She wanted to wrap her arms around him and hold him close, meld her body with his, remove the clothing that kept them from joining, skin to skin.

  What the hell? She’d never reacted to a man’s touch like this. She was cool. Calm. Always in control. This man was a danger to everything she’d ever learned in the harsh world of the streets. There, letting anyone get too close was dangerous, possibly fatal. And yet…

  Jackson straightened up, his body withdrawing, leaving her feeling cold and bereft. She had to restrain herself from reaching out to pull him back to her.

  “Sleep well, my little flower.” Soft as a feather duster, his voice soothed her ragged nerves, calming her down as nothing else could. He turned, gliding out of the room in perfect silence, leaving her to stare at his retreating back in bewilderment.

  What was it about this man?

  * * *

  Jackson forced himself to keep walking, not looking back. Saralyn touched him in a way no women had ever managed, thawing that corner of his heart that he thought he’d lost when his family had been massacred all those years ago.

  Tomorrow, he’d gather the team and convince them to help her. Right now he needed to do some research of his own. When he’d first looked into the computer room, he could have sworn Saralyn was physically connected to the computer banks through the fingers she had splayed across the screen. Years ago, the government had conducted experiments on street orphans, turning the unfortunate waifs into human/computer hybrids who could do just that. The cybernetic beings had been incredibly talented, able to connect themselves to all types of electronic equipment with a mere touch. The government had been ecstatic at first, picturing a whole new step in man’s evolution.

  Their elation had been short-lived. The newly created cyborgs had proved too volatile to control. They turned on their handlers, refusing to be controlled. Their self-reliant attitudes caused panic and pandemonium in the ranks of the enforcers who thrived on control. The project was terminated, along with all of the unfortunately enhanced orphans.

  Although the government vehemently denied it, there were rumors that some of the children had escaped before the government goons could silence them permanently. The thought that the wraith-thin Asian girl they’d rescued from the arena holding pens could be one of the lost children both intrigued and terrified him.

  * * *

  Jackson took a cursory glance around the room. They were all here. His buddies. His teammates. All he had left that could be called his family. Now all he had to do was convince them to help the strange little Asian girl with the perpetual frown on her face find the brother she wasn’t sure she had. And if his suspicions proved correct, put themselves directly in the crosshairs of a government cleaner team who’d been hunting her for the last decade. Not a thought conducive to a peaceful day.

  He glanced over at Saralyn. She sat on an overstuffed chair in the corner of the room where she could see everybody while managing to keep herself almost hidden from them. Yeah, she’d been running scared for a long time. Probably as long as she could remember. The two sisters, Wren and Dee, were close by, keeping an eye on their new friend. If any of the team upset her, they’d have to deal with those two, and it wouldn’t be pretty.

  Trace lounged on a tall stool by the window. If yo
u didn’t know him you’d think he was daydreaming, his gaze focused on something outside. In reality he was taking everything in without allowing his reactions to show. Some habits are hard to break, and he’d spent a lot of time stonewalling government agents.

  Shotgun and Snake sat at opposite ends of the sofa, tossing a practice grenade back and forth while calling out good-natured insults to each other. They looked like a couple of simpleminded rednecks, but Jackson knew that when it counted, they would instantly become a lethal combination.

  Kaeden, the team’s leader, leaned against the wall behind Dee, his arms crossed on his chest while his restless gaze kept track of the men. His team. Each of them had their own reason for becoming a mercenary, but to a man they were as loyal a bunch as one could want.

  “There a reason for this get-together or did you just want to see our smiling faces?” Snake’s lazy drawl cut across the idle chatter.

  Jackson acknowledged him with a nod. “I could live another day without seeing your ugly mug. I have a proposition for the team.”

  A subtle shift in the men’s stance showed they were paying attention. Jackson glanced over at Saralyn, giving her a reassuring smile. She’d been reluctant to ask for help, and he didn’t blame her. Sometimes the team could be a bit intimidating to outsiders, and she’d been going it alone for a very long time.

  “Our new little friend over there, Saralyn, needs our help. I’m going to let her lay it out for you, and I want you to pay real close attention because I’ve already decided to help her and I’d sure like to be able to count on all of you when I do.” He motioned Saralyn forward. “Come on up here and tell us what you need us to do.”

  Jackson watched as Saralyn got to her feet in one graceful move. Her lithe body moved with a dancer’s grace as she glided to the front of the room and turned to face the team. His cock swelled beneath the confining material of his jeans, and he silently cursed his traitorous body. A dalliance with Saralyn would be a bad idea. He barely knew this girl, and what he did know suggested that she wasn’t entirely human. He’d watched her connect to a computer without the usual peripherals, and that could mean only one thing: cyborg. His instincts told him that she was telling the truth when she denied it, but that didn’t make sense. Either she truly had no idea of what she was, or she was the most consummate liar he’d ever met. He wasn’t sure which one he’d prefer.