Free Rogue Alpha (Alpha 7) by Carole Mortimer Page B

completed the outfit. It had been the latter that made him appear so intimidating as he stood framed in the doorway a few minutes ago.
    It seemed he had also, on Seth’s instructions, followed them to Paris on a domestic flight. The plan, apparently, was for Jonas to follow whoever was following them.
    Yet another thing Seth had forgotten to mention to her.
    No, he hadn’t forgotten. But he didn’t feel the need to explain himself, to her or anyone else.
    So much for any feelings of awkwardness after the intimacy they had shared mere minutes ago; Diana could quite cheerfully punch Seth on his arrogant nose for the scare she had received when Jonas Grayfeather let himself into their safe house.
    She really had feared for their lives at that moment, believed that one or both of them were about to die at the hands of this giant of a man.
    Instead, after that initial greeting and introduction, Jonas had calmly set about unpacking the bag of groceries he was carrying and then made a pot of coffee. All while Diana glared her frustration at an unconcerned Seth.
    What if Jonas Grayfeather had entered the house only a few minutes earlier? While we were still— While I was—
    God…
    She couldn’t even look at Seth right now. “I apologize for screaming, Mr. Grayfeather—”
    “Jonas,” he corrected in his low rumbling voice.
    She nodded. “If Seth had bothered to share your presence in Paris with me, then maybe I wouldn’t have reacted so—”
    “Hysterically,” Seth put in helpfully.
    “Emotionally.” She shot him a censorious glare.
    “I think you’re allowed a scream or two,” Jonas dismissed. “Putting up with Seth is enough to rattle anyone’s nerves, and you also have a wrecked hotel room and apartment to deal with.”
    “Very funny.” Seth scowled.
    The other man grinned unapologetically, the two men obviously at ease in each other’s company.
    “You know about the hotel and my apartment…?” Diana eyed Jonas uncertainly.
    “Sure do.” He handed her one of the mugs of coffee before handing another one to Seth. “Seth called me earlier.”
    “Of course he did.” She remembered Seth making a couple of telephone calls while they were at her apartment, but he hadn’t shared—did he ever?—the information of who those calls were being made to. He really was the most infuriating man she’d ever met.
    “Is there a reason you aren’t wearing your shoes and socks, or did you feel a sudden urge to cool your feet?” Jonas arched one dark and mocking brow at Seth.
    Seth narrowed his eyes at the other man, knowing from the laughter he could see glinting in Jonas’s eyes that he already knew the answer to his own question. Not surprising when the fusty dusty smell of the kitchen now had an underlying smell of sex and cum. His cum.
    He was still trying to get his head around what happened before Jonas arrived. He wasn’t easily surprised—hell, he had seen and done most things in his life, so much so that cynical could have been his middle name—but having Diana half undress him before sucking his cock, right here in the kitchen, within minutes of their arrival at the house, had definitely taken him by surprise.
    She had taken him.
    Jesus, he had never experienced anything like it. Never been as aroused as he was looking down and watching Diana take his cock into her mouth. As for the heat of her… It was like being enveloped in fire, intensifying his pleasure to an almost unbearable degree. Almost, he acknowledged self-derisively, knowing that if it hadn’t been for her fingers gripping him tightly at the base of his shaft, he would almost certainly have cum as soon as she sucked him deep into the back of her throat for the first time.
    He was thirty-five years old, had been sexually active for at least seventeen of those years, and he would say that his sexual appetite was as healthy as the next man’s. Possibly higher than some. He’d fucked blondes, redheads, brunettes, too many to count, but