Shiloh Walker - The Unwanted

“Yours,” she agreed. “And you’re mine. I’m not letting go again.”

Hell, he hoped not. He’d settle for what he could take for now, but they had miles to go yet. Rocking against her, shifting the angle of his body, he groaned as she clenched around, again and again. “Stop it…you’re killing me…”

“Then quit teasing me.” She did it again.

And it was heaven, feeling her tighten those sleek little muscles around him, feeling the glide of her sweat-slicked flesh against his. A flush settled low on her breasts, climbing higher and higher as her breathing sped up. Hot warning chills raced down his spine and he could feel his balls drawing tight. Wasn’t going to be able to fight this off. Arctic showers wouldn’t slow this down, not after all this time.

Dipping his head, he pressed his brow to hers, held her close to him. “Stay with me.”

“Yes…”

As the orgasm swelled, exploded through both of them, they fell.

“We need to shower,” Destin said drowsily.

Caleb stroked a hand down her side. “You go first. I’ll get coffee.”

She wiggled around until she could see his face. “We should conserve water,” she teased, wiggling her brows at him. “Shower together.”

His lids drooped.

The easy, relaxed look on his face didn’t exactly fade. But something changed.

She felt it.

A cold weight settled on her chest as she lay there staring at him.

“Never mind,” she said, forcing herself to smile. She pressed a kiss to the corner of his mouth and went to sit up. As she did, she tugged on the hem of his wrinkled polo. “You’re a mess there, pal.”

“Wait.” He caught her wrist before she could scoot away and she lifted her head, met his eyes.

He sat up, blowing out a breath as he levered upright. “We need to talk,” he said quietly.

Something about the look in his eyes made a knot form in her throat. “Already?” Destin tried to smile again, but it wobbled and died before she even managed to fake it. “I mean, we just had sex. Can’t you let me pretend we’re okay for a while before we get heavy with things?”

“It wasn’t just sex,” he said quietly, reaching and skimming a hand back over her head. “If it was just sex, there wouldn’t be a need to talk.”

Destin swallowed, but that lump in her throat just wasn’t going away. “Okay. So…”

As she floundered for the words, he slid off the bed and padded toward the door. “Let’s go get some coffee,” he said, pausing in the door. “This will take a few minutes, baby.”

She glanced at the bathroom and wondered if she could get to the door, lock herself inside.

Then she looked over at him. He knew exactly what she was thinking. And he wouldn’t stop her, she realized. Wouldn’t stop her at all.

With a heavy heart, she slid off the bed and moved to join him.

“You never wanted to hear this when I tried to tell you before,” he started out, his eyes grim.

“Hear what?” Destin asked, nervous as she watched him.

He leaned back in the chair, arms crossed over his chest. He was still wearing that wrinkled, worn polo, a thick growth of stubble darkening that amazing face.

“From the time I met you, the two of us connected,” he said quietly.

Destin inclined her head. “I know that.” This wasn’t a secret. None of the others she’d worked with had ever clicked with her like Caleb had. He wasn’t the only filter she’d worked with. A few of the weaker psychics also had sub-abilities and she’d hoped one of them could do the same thing he’d done. No luck.

None of them had ever been like Caleb.

They’d been like a complete unit, the two of them. He calmed her thoughts and let her see beyond what her gift wanted to show her. And she let him use his unusual ability in a way he wouldn’t have been able to use it otherwise. His odd gifts and weird insights would have just been annoyances in any other job, never complete enough to serve any true function.

It was like they’d been designed to complete each other.

“It went deeper than it should have sometimes,” he said.

His face was blank. But a muscle jerked in his jaw as he said it.

That knot in her gut tightened. “I don’t want to hear this, Caleb. I was never hurt the way you think,” she snapped. Memories of that horrid dream tried to creep out of the depths of her mind, but she shoved them back.

“It’s not just about that,” he said gently. “It’s everything. I’d be working with another agent and I’d get glimmers from you. I could be on the other side of the country and I’d know when you were picking up on a perp, Destin. It went too deep.”

That knot was painful now.

He’d told her that. Time and again, when he’d tried to get her to use some bit of control.

Averting her gaze, she stared out the window at the clear blue sky. “It’s not going to be a problem anymore,” she said quietly. “I can control it now. You’re not picking up like that anymore, right?”

“No, I’m not. And just as much of that was my failing. I should have worked harder to lock things down—I could have built better walls. I’m not blaming you for what was going on with us. We couldn’t have been prepared for how tight we connected.”

“Okay.” She nodded slowly and then looked back at him. “So why are we having this talk?”

“Do you understand what I’m saying now?” he asked. “I tried to explain this before and you never listened.”

“I couldn’t,” she said flatly. “Listening would have required I look past how I did things, how I lived my life, and I wasn’t able to do that until I destroyed things. People. Myself. An innocent life.”

Compassionate eyes watched her. “You couldn’t have known that was going to happen.”

“Oh, bullshit,” she snapped, shoving back from the table. “I should have known it could happen. You warned me all the time that jumping feet first was going to cause me problems.”

“And if it had caused you problems, you would have been fine with it,” he interjected. “You didn’t expect somebody else to pay for it.”

“Somebody did. Somebody paid with their life,” she said quietly. “Now I have to live with that.” She covered her face with her hands, remembered that day. “I have to live with that every day.”

Silence filled the air. How could silence be so loud? It crowded the room until she wanted to scream, just to end it.

Swallowing, she lowered her hands and met his gaze. “If this little chat is to see if I’ve gotten my head on straight, I have. I don’t know where you’re going with this, if you think we should try again or what. We can’t think about that now, though. There’s a job—”

Caleb reached for the hem of his shirt and pulled it off.

It caught her off-guard for a moment and she gaped at him.

And then, as shock drained the strength out of her, she sagged back against the counter.

The scar…

Son of a bitch.

The scar.

Hell, it wasn’t even just one scar. It was a myriad of them and they were ugly, twisting and slashing across his torso, disappearing around his side. The mess of them confused her eye and she couldn’t make sense of it.

“Caleb…”

He glanced down at the ridged, ruined flesh of his chest and then back up at her.

“I was out on a case,” he said quietly. “For a long time after I left, I kept picking up flickers from you. Logically, I knew I needed to lock you out. Especially…”

A dull flush crept up his face. “You had three lovers that first year. One of them, I really wanted to kill him. I think if he had tried, he could have made you forget me.”