The Omega Team: Hot Rod (Kindle Worlds Novella) Read Online Free

was.
    And, even though there were three Omega Team warriors to protect her, she knew the only person in this debacle she could really trust was herself.
    No one else really gave a damn about her.
    Especially not Matt Fucking Devereaux.

Chapter Three
     
    The safe house was as dismal as Matt remembered. Two bedrooms, a small bathroom with a leaky toilet and a kitchen-cum-living area, all furnished with mismatched furniture that had seen better days. It was nestled in a clearing in the woods outside the small town of Salvation, Texas that, on the map, was found just to the south of the middle of nowhere. They’d passed through town coming in, and that hadn’t changed much either, with the possible exception of a new bakery. Oh, and the stoplight. That was new too.
    Obviously, not a lot going on in town.
    Not that it mattered. They would only be leaving the cabin for supplies.
    He and Vixen pulled in first, which was annoying because Ace and Coop were supposed to have arrived before them to clear the area, and also because he was damn tired of being alone with her—gum popping and all. So, after he cleared the interior of the cabin and before he carried her luggage and the groceries into the place, he told her to sit tight while he did a perimeter check.
    To his annoyance, when he glanced back at the cabin, she was watching him through the window. Clearly visible. Hell, her shiny blonde curls were like a beacon in the gloom.
    She might as well be wearing a target and singing an aria.
    He stormed back onto the porch, threw open the door and bellowed, “Are you crazy?”
    For some reason, his totally logical question seemed to surprise her. Those doe-like eyes widened and her lips parted. It took some effort, but he ignored all that and focused on her response. “What?”
    “Jesus Christ, woman.” He stomped over to the window and yanked the curtains closed. “You know someone wants to kill you. You know the area hasn’t been checked. Why on earth would you stand there in full view?”
    His fury lit the fuse on hers. Her eyes narrowed and her fingers curled into fists. “How dare you yell at me for that?”
    “I’m not yelling.” More like howling.
    She marched over to him and confronted him, toe to toe, nose to nose. Or nose to chest. She was short, after all. “It’s your fucking job to keep me safe. If you need me to do or not do something, you have to tell me. I’m not a fucking psychic.”
    “Okay, missy. How’s this for clear direction? Keep the fuck out of sight. At least until we are sure the area is safe. And hell, even then. In fact, just go to your room and stay there.”
    “Fuck you, jarhead.”
    “I already fucking told you, I was not a fucking marine.” He didn’t know why he was letting her get the better of him. He never lost his temper, and he never spewed profanities like this…but her attitude was fucking pissing him off.
    He wanted to turn her over his knee and wallop her bottom—
    Oh. Fuck.
    It scalded him, the blaze of lust that ripped through him.
    And suddenly, he lost the reins.
    Though he knew better, though he knew he shouldn’t, though he knew it was insane, he grabbed her shoulders, yanked her against him and kissed her.
    It was savage and harsh. A punishment, really, and while one part of him was mortified at this effort to dominate her in a physical way, to show her, once and for all, who was boss, another part of him liked it. Loved it. Squirmed in delight.
    She tasted sweet. Her mouth was soft, velvety. Her lips were lush pillows. Her body, sealed to his, was like an armful of heaven. It was a scalding moment of exquisite pleasure, especially when she softened and kissed him back.
    But then, he should have known. He should have suspected she was hardly the kind of woman who allowed such liberties without her pound of flesh.
    Her knee—and a particularly bony one, as it happened—came up quick and hard, connecting with his tender bits.
    The air whooshed from his lungs and