Christine Feehan - Conspiracy Game

She’d let another man touch her the way he had. Be inside her body. Kiss her. Lie with her and laugh with her. How could she? His heart accelerated until he thought it would burst out of his chest. How could she lie with another man after being with me-belonging to me?s He knew there would be no other woman for him. “Son of a bitch. You’re pregnant.”

Briony stood perfectly still under his hands. Jack’s fingers were around her neck as if he might strangle her. He stared down at her, his eyes black and ice cold, the hard angles and planes of his face without expression. His skin had changed color, to a darker, much more violent hue, mirroring the turbulent emotion he refused to allow to rise to the surface. She felt the first real surge of fear of him, but then the pads of his fingers began stroking small caresses over her frantically beating pulse. She deliberately took a breath and let it out slowly to calm herself and stay in control.

She was unprepared for her physical reaction to him. Even now, knowing it was planted, pheromones designed especially to attract her to this man, she couldn’t help the rush of heat flowing between them. “I can see you’re thrilled with the news.”

There was a bite of anger in her voice, but something else, something deeper, sorrow maybe. Regret? Was it possible the child was his? Hope was stirring when he didn’t dare allow it. He tried fishing. “Why the hell didn’t you tell me right away?”

“Obviously I didn’t know where the hell you were. Do you think you could stop swearing at me? I realize we aren’t welcome here, but it seemed the only thing to do under the circumstances.”

“And what are the circumstances?” He held his breath.

“Dr. Whitney wants our baby. He’s already made three attempts to kidnap me.” She put her hand to her cheek. “I can’t stay with the circus because I’m endangering my friends and family. As I get further along, it’s going to be more difficult to defend myself. I thought if I came to you, you might be able to protect us until the baby’s born and teach me survival skills at the same time for afterward. I’m not asking for financial help or anything else, and I realize it’s dangerous. Whitney is sending enhanced soldiers against me. The man they sent, Luther, did this. And for some reason he’s very angry that I’m not carrying his child, so I’m afraid for our baby.” She looked up at him, her dark eyes meeting his gaze squarely. “They aren’t taking this baby from me.”

Jack was stuck back on our baby . Her voice echoed through his mind, repeating the words in that soft, almost loving tone. He let his breath out slowly, arms coming up to enclose her small frame, drawing her back against him so his hand covered the small, soft, rounded stomach. His child lay beneath his hand, nestled deep inside her body, protected by her. Wanted by her. Deep inside where he was hard and cold and carved of stone, he felt a curious shifting, melting, a softening he couldn’t explain, and it scared the hell out of him. For a moment she stiffened, tried to pull away from him, but he tightened his hold in warning.

Briony went very still in his arms. It seemed too intimate to have his hands over her stomach, covering their child, protecting it, yet he said nothing, gave her no indication of what he was thinking or feeling. But it was obvious he wasn’t going to let her go. “Kadan Montague offered us protection, but I don’t know anything about him.”

Jack’s body jerked and his arms tightened around her. “ No one is taking this baby from us ,” he corrected.

Briony held herself stiffly away from him. “Aren’t you going to ask for a paternity test?”

“You said the baby is mine, then it’s mine.”

Briony sagged against him in relief. She could feel tears burning behind her eyes. She hadn’t realized how she’d been holding herself together under such rigid control. She drew in a deep, ragged breath and tried to stop the sudden trembling. “I thought, if you were willing, we could work something out.”

Jack ignored her statement, pinning his gaze on Jebediah. “Did you fly into the Superior airport? Is that how you arrived?”

“No, we were afraid to. Whitney’s managed to find Briony everywhere we stashed her. All of my brothers flew to the States, rented cars, and went in different directions in the hopes of throwing them off. We took great care to keep anyone from tailing us, but they’re good, Jack. Tyrel, my youngest brother, fought them off of Briony about a week ago. Tyrel nearly was knifed and he’s good. Briony saved our butts that time, but she’s worried about taking a hit in the stomach and losing the baby. They found us again at a villa and nearly managed to get Briony; that’s where she got the bruise on her face. He punched her.”

Jack’s hands went to her shoulders. “You fought someone with a knife while you were carrying our child?” He bit out the reprimand, the words all the while echoing in his head: He punched her. He hoped Luther found Briony again because Jack was going to be right there, and if the man wanted to hit a woman, he was going to get a lesson in manners he’d never forget.

Briony jerked away from Jack, forcing him to drop his hands. “What did you expect me to do? Meekly go with them? Let them kill my brother?”

“Your brothers are big boys. The only thing you need to be worrying about is keeping the baby safe.”

She backed up two more steps. “I’ve been keeping the baby safe, tough guy. You ran off, after fucking me, remember? Being the baby’s biological father doesn’t give you the right to dictate to me. In fact you have no rights when it comes to me. I asked for help protecting the baby, not someone to order me around.”

Jack inwardly winced as she threw his words back in his face. He’d made a big mistake using that word, implying that making love with her meant nothing at all to him. She tried to act confident, but she’d hesitated, just that little bit, telling him she wasn’t used to that kind of language-not even being around her brothers. She was a lot more sheltered than he’d first thought, and that only made the gap between them that much wider.

He ignored her outburst as he turned back to Jebediah. “Are they specifically tracking Briony, or all of you?”

“I think Briony,” Jebediah said.

“I can’t figure out how they’re tracking me,” Briony interrupted. “I’ve gone through my clothes and even my jewelry. I’ve been so careful.”

“They sure as hell didn’t follow us up here,” Jebediah said. “It was easy enough to watch the back trail on the switchbacks.” He glanced around uneasily. “I just have a bad feeling about these people, Jack. I don’t want them to get their hands on my sister.”

“You won’t be able to communicate with her for a while,” Jack said.

“We can set up something safe,” Briony said in contradiction.

Jack shook his head. “We’re going to play it my way. No communication between you and your brothers. Jebediah gets the hell out of here and goes back to Europe immediately. When I know you’re safe, Briony, we’ll contact them.”

“That’s not going to fly,” Briony said calmly. “I don’t care how bad it gets, I want to know my family is safe at all times and they’ll need to know I am.”

Hello! I’m getting a little tired of sitting here with my finger on the trigger. You want them dead or you going to invite them up to the house?

You’re out of shape, Ken. Go on in. It’s safe enough. I’m not letting the woman go. She’ll be staying with us.

Like hell. Until you’re under cover, I stay out here.

“Did you hear me?” Briony challenged. “I asked for help, not a dictatorship.”