Captured: Hunted Love #3 (10 page)

The pale light of a clear dawn woke Jakob slowly, while outside, the birds set up cacophony of early morning socializing. He kept his eyes closed to better experience the warm satin of Kate's skin, her breath on his neck, and the scent of her hair. Such a huge departure from anything he'd dreamed his life might hold. The realization he'd rather die than lose her hit without warning, powerful as a kick to the gut from Ajax.

An urge to keep her right there in her bed, and let someone else deal with the crime against her horses, tightened his belly with foreboding. It was nothing he could put his finger on, completely illogical. And yet, similar gut feelings had kept him alive more than once.

Beside him, Kate stirred and gave a little moan, as if she'd rather stay asleep in his arms than face the day. Nothing would make him happier. Her thigh brushed his morning hard-on, giving him a great idea for how to keep her in bed longer.

His fingers skimmed over her shoulder and down her spine, causing her eyelashes to flutter and a slow smile to spread across her very kissable lips. "Mmm. Good morning."

"Morning, beautiful." He drew her closer and let his lips brush across her forehead. With his other hand, he pulled her knee up to bring her thigh to rest across his groin.

"Someone's in a good mood." She moved her leg a little, exerting just the right pressure.

His hips rolled to gain more contact. "Very good. Could be even better, though."

She smiled again. "Is that so? And what would make it better? This maybe?" A quick move landed her atop him.

"Oh,
fuck!
" His hands found her hips and lifted her to the perfect angle. "Yeah, this, definitely this."

She pushed down, taking him into her with a moan. She rose above him, tempting his hands to slide up the curve of her waist and up her ribs to cup her breasts. Strong silken muscles gripped him as he let her set the pace. Slow and sensual seemed to be her preference for the moment. She dropped her hands to his chest, fingers teasing and exploring, until she reached his nipples and paused to tease.

Driven beyond his ability to be patient, he rolled to flip her under him with a growl. She moaned, clinging, and pushed him over the edge. He lost himself in her heat as the world fell away.

Jakob and the others listened closely over breakfast as Kate went over everything she knew about Alexander Blackwell and his business.

The coffee cup thudded on the table. "I just don't get what he thinks he'll gain by hurting my horses. I'm sure as hell a lot less likely to
marry
him after that."

Rita shook her head and pushed her plate away. "If anything, he should have common sense enough to know that would make you hate him."

"He's so blinded by greed, I don't think he has any common sense, if he ever did to begin with. You know, he's never actually made an offer on my land. I wouldn't sell anyway, but, isn't that the usual way to go about getting land?"

Jakob laughed and took his and Kate's plates to the sink. "Unless you're a jerk who thinks you can get it by force, yeah, I think that's the normal thing to do." He barely managed to hide the tremor in his hands. Better get a handle on his anger if he intended to be of any use out there. Still, any man trying to force
his
woman to do anything, especially at the expense of innocent animals, was just too much. Plus, the very idea of a man thinking he could just make a woman marry him to get her land ratcheted his mad up another notch.

"So what's our plan? We can't just ride out there and shoot the dude, right?" Rita headed for the sink with the rest of the dishes.

Kate sighed. "I guess not. I'm not sure what to do."

"Well, we can't go in without any ideas, at least." Jakob sat and laid his arm across the back of Kate's chair. "And we'll have to have proof he ordered it."

Falon nodded. "So how do we get that?"

"The boys said the ATV tracks lead right toward his fancy hunting lodge. Isn't that enough?"

"No, he'd likely just say someone set him up. What we need is either one of the people who did it, or proof he supplied the ATVs or gave the orders." Falon scowled. "I'm thinking once we're close, Jakob and I need to move in on foot, under cover, and see what we can find out."

The idea made sense. Jakob nodded. "Agreed."

They spent a few more minutes elaborating on the initial plan and cleaning up breakfast. One final check of the house, and they filed out, Kate in the lead and headed for the barn. The beat up old work truck threatened to not start, but she kept at it and the old engine finally roared to life. They piled their gear in the back and Jakob swung up into the bed to sit on the side and Falon followed suit.

The barn was already a hive of activity as the hands made final preparations for them to ride out, along with getting the normal day for the horses started. Kate parked the truck and started things rolling before her feet hit the ground, requesting the horses she'd selected for the trip.

Jakob wouldn't want to be on the receiving end of the Kate's determined anger. If Alexander Blackwell turned out to be responsible for harming her horses, he would regret it. Kate oversaw the rest of the preparations, from the horses' breakfast to the saddles to be used.

Finally, the horses stood waiting to be saddled while she moved from one to the next, running her hands over legs, lifting hooves, inspecting every detail. When Ajax's turn came, he flicked an ear, but otherwise allowed the checkup. Any other person, Jakob included, he'd have bitten or at least tried to kick in a little show of defiance. Apparently he liked Kate as much as Jakob did.

As soon as she finished and gave the word, the saddles went on, then more last minute inspections, and they rode out. Amid the noise and hustle of the horses finding their pace and getting everything sorted out, Jakob allowed himself to relish the sight of Kate in her element. Nothing could stop that woman once she had a goal. No doubt she approached ranching, and competition, with that same frightening focus. He couldn't wait to get to know more about her.

Ajax hustled impatiently to get to the head of the little column, but Jakob held him back. For one, it was Kate's place to lead. For another, he really liked watching her ass move in that saddle. The thought brought a chilling sense of déjà vu and shocked him back to reality.

Their plan made him nervous. They couldn't just ride into Blackwell's yard and call him out. Could they? What he knew of Kate said they very well might end up doing exactly that. Keeping her on task with any sort of plan might prove difficult, given the circumstances. 

Ajax came up beside the gelding she rode and bared his teeth, automatically resenting the other male. Figured. The bastard never did play well with other boys, whether they had balls or not.

Kate's horse shied away, wary of being bitten, and she forced him back under control. "You ready for this?" Her grim tone made it seem as if they were riding into something far worse than anything he'd seen before.

The smile that tried to force its way to the surface made his lips twitch. "I'm ready. More than ready." The familiar rush started to build in his belly, quickening his pulse a notch. The hunt was on.

Kellen rolled out of his blanket after a restless night. Every time he managed to get to sleep, he fell into dreams haunted by horses, dead horses, chasing him, seeking vengeance. Not a fun way to spend a night. That all meant the day started off with a pissy badass mood; a dangerous state for someone like him. He could just as easily kill a bastard as look at him. For the millionth time, he refused to let himself dwell on wishing he'd never taken this stupid job. No time to waste with regrets.

Kicking Hack's hungover ass off the bitch he'd passed out fucking provided a slight diversion. The woman didn't even move, just lay there spread out for all to see. Kellen shook his head in disgust and threw Hack's blanket over the gaping shit. Enough to make a man lose his breakfast. That bastard had no standards whatsoever.

Hack growled a little and searched for his keys with the pill bottle keychain. The metal container was intended for lifesaving medicines for heart patients and such, but like a lot of pill heads, Hack used it for a different kind of emergency medicine. The unsuccessful search turned into an outright tantrum, cursing and throwing things.

"Ease up, man. It's here somewhere." Out of patience for a raging addict, Kellen stalked away. It might be time to call a vote for a new VP. They needed someone who could think past the next pill. If something happened to him, Hack would let it all fall apart, all for a handful of thirties.

At least the rest of them had been coherent enough to climb off whatever they'd fucked last. Kellen gave them a minute to stretch and piss. "Listen up." The men froze, wary. "You got thirty minutes. I want everybody ready to roll, and all these bitches gone." Kellen forced himself to walk away before he kicked somebody's ass.

Should have made them kick everybody out by dark so they'd be ready to go. Damn waste of time, and while they were stumbling around half asleep and hung over, Barger was headed their way. Beyond that, if a Raider let a detail or two slip to one of these girls, and then pissed her off, they were screwed. None of those women owed the club any loyalty, and he couldn't expect they'd keep their mouths shut. The Raiders all knew to keep it shut, but after a few beers, guys tended to brag. 

Finally, they were all saddled up and ready to go, on the damn ATVs again. None of them liked that part of this job, but their custom street bikes weren't exactly suited to rough terrain. He'd committed them to the job, so they were kind of stuck with the whole situation, rough terrain and four-wheelers included.

After five minutes on the trail, Kellen had enough of that bone-jarring country to last him a lifetime. Wouldn't bother him a bit if he never saw anything but asphalt under his tires for the rest of his life. If he wanted to go off the road, he'd fucking walk. And off-road for him would be the lush wooded hills back home.

Over an hour later, the first Hell Raider split off from the column to head for his assigned post, and the others followed in succession. Finally, Kellen reached his own post and settled in for a long wait. They were probably hours ahead of Barger, maybe as much as a day. The men weren't happy about the possibility of spending the night squatted down where they were, but they would just have to suck it up. Kellen wasn't going to take the chance of missing Barger during the night or early morning just because the Raiders would rather have a nice camp.

For himself, Kellen had a new paperback waiting in his pack, ready for downtime when he needed to preserve his phone's battery. Passing the time alone would pose him no hardship at all. He could do without the questioning looks from the others. What the hell was wrong with him these days? Talking club business with a woman? Ditching parties? They all knew something was up with him and wanted to know.

They could join the damn club. He wanted to know too, so he could fix it fast. He'd always been a bit of a loner, different from the other guys in a way, but this was totally out of character. Screw it. Pissy-ass moods wasted time. Reading was far more productive. He lost himself in the expansion of the Roman Empire, fascinated with the warfare of the time and the enduring infrastructures that carried the Roman war machine. Every few moments, he surfaced from ancient history and rose to scan Blackwell's boundary with Kate Holt, watching for Barger.

The morning passed peacefully that way, and Kellen took a break from the battles into Germania to have lunch. Sandwich and bottled water gone, he got up for a walk to stretch his legs, careful to stay where he could see the area he watched. If he gave Barger a chance to get close, the bastard would shoot him in the back. No, he had to keep the advantage.

Bang! Bang! Bang!
A series of gunshots bounced around the rocky terrain. He froze.

Damn. No sign of Barger. That meant he and the Holt woman had crossed onto Blackwell land somewhere else, rather than on the trail the Raiders used to return from chasing the horses. And one of Raiders had screwed up and started the party without hailing the rest. No further sounds likely meant that Raider was down, too, and Barger knew an ambush had been set.

Kellen covered the ground between him and the ATV like an Olympic hurdler going for the Gold. The damn radio was all chatter, all the Raiders talking at once and walking all over each other, so he couldn't tell a damn thing about what had happened. Temptation to yell into the radio for them to all shut the fuck up hit pretty hard, but logic won out. If he contributed to the melee, he would have to wait that much longer to find out where the shots came from.

He settled for keying the radio a few times, sending a series of clicks over the air to warn the Raiders to silence. Finally, it cleared. "I want one man to tell me what the hell happened."

"Uh, sorry boss." Dix's voice sounded shaky as hell. "I just got bit by a rattler, killed the motherfucker. I might need a lift out of here, just saying."

Damn, he just could
not
catch a break. None of the other Raiders could reach Dix in less than forty-five minutes, and that might be too late. He had no intention of burying any of his Brothers out here in this godforsaken place. "Shit. Sit tight, Dix, I'll be there in ten minutes. Keep that bite as low down as you can. Trip, you drift this way and watch my stretch too."

With one last look at the boundary, he climbed on his ATV and headed full out for Dix's position. For some reason, an old Bluegrass tune he hadn't heard in years kept running through his head.
Stone walls and steel bars, a love on my mind
,
I'm a three time loser, I'm long gone this time,
all in the Stanley Brothers' distinctive voices. If that damn snakebite tipped Barger off and brought the law down on their heads, half the Raiders would be gone for life. He'd kill Dix himself.

The shaded outcrop Dix selected as his post had a good field of view and offered perfect concealment. Too bad that rattlesnake felt the same way. Wary of flushing out another snake, Kellen parked his ATV under the same scrubby pine that hid Dix's gear, and grabbed a bottle of water from his cooler. That, along with Kellen's belt knife and Dix's headwrap would serve as an impromptu first aid kit. Hopefully it was enough.

Dix sat on a rock, with blood dripping from his right hand hung at his side, already swelling impressively. He turned to Kellen with a grim smile. "If I die from this, I want that damn snake in the casket with me."

"Done deal, man. Let me take a look."

He kept Dix's hand where it was, just turned it for a better view of the bite. Twin punctures, about three quarters of an inch apart and just below the wrist, had already turned nearly black and caused heavy bruising to the back of Dix's hand. He'd made a cut all the way across below the bite, where the dripping blood came from.

"What's this about?"

"Keeps the blood flowing away and hopefully carry some of the venom out. What my grams always said to do. I'd rather lose a finger or two than the whole arm."

It made sense in a way, though any doctor would likely argue with the principle. Oh well. "Okay. Give me your headwrap. I'm going to rinse this off, get it covered, and get Lefty over to take you in."

"Thanks, boss."

Unwilling to risk Dix driving himself, Kellen directed him to the back of his own ATV. Dix protested, as would any Raider faced with the prospect of riding anywhere behind another guy, but Kellen overruled him. As they started off, he radioed Lefty to meet them at the main trail and Skates to close the gap created by Dix leaving. They had no time to lose; Dix needed medical attention right away or he could easily lose that hand. Kind of difficult to handle a stretched out chopper with one hand, so losing it wasn't an option.

Lefty must have pushed his four-wheeler for all it would do, because he sat at the trail already, waiting impatiently. Kellen pulled up beside him and gave orders while Dix transferred to sit behind Lefty.

"Boss, what the hell is that?" Dix pointed toward Holt land with his good hand.

Kellen turned fast to see. A brilliant red light streaked through the sky, straight up, and started its fall back to earth, leaving a lingering trail of red smoke. "It's a flare. Barger is signaling somebody. Get Dix out of here."

Lefty scowled, but followed orders and hit the ATV's throttle.

Kellen watched the flare smoke dissipate. Why would Barger use such an obvious signal? That damn snake had tipped him off to the ambush, just as Kellen had feared. Alert for more activity, he headed back to his post, where he hunkered down to wait some more. The whole plan was all up in the air now.