Missionary Position (Masters of the Prairie Winds Club Book 7) Read Online Free PDF

mind, but they hit him like a physical blow. It was true, in all the time they’d spent together he’d never known her to receive a single phone call from anyone they didn’t know and that included her parents. ‘Exactly. Have you ever known Mama Weston to go a week, let alone several months go by, without talking to us—all three of us?’ Peter mentally rolled his eyes, hell, his mother had nearly driven his commanding officers insane with phone calls when he’d been on missions. Mama Weston hadn’t ever grasped the concept of “need to know basis” that was for sure.
    Once Peter and Fischer started walking toward Lara, Peter saw the stark fear in her eyes and cursed himself for not going to her earlier. It was obvious Tobi and Gracie were offering their support, but he doubted they’d be able to keep her on her feet if her legs gave out and judging from the way she was hyperventilating, that was a distinct possibility. They were within just a few feet when he saw her knees start to fold out from under her. Both Tobi and Gracie shouted for help a split second too late and all three women crumpled to the floor in a heap of tangled arms and legs.
    Kent and Kyle’s fathers had only been a few steps away and they had the women untangled and were moving Tobi and Gracie back so Peter and Fischer could check on Lara. “I’m sorry. We tried to keep her up, but she just went completely limp.” He felt sorry for Tobi, she was obviously worried for her friend. Tobi West might drive her husbands to distraction, but she had a heart of pure gold and every bit as big as the state she called home.
    Kyle had pulled Tobi into his arms while Kent checked her over, Jax did the same for Gracie as Micah’s hands skimmed over the voluptuous dark-haired beauty. When he discretely kissed her softly rounded belly, Peter knew they’d be sharing the good news soon. Peter looked up at Tobi and smiled, “You did a great job.” And then looking at Gracie he added, “You slowed down her fall and that probably prevented her from being injured, and we’re very grateful. Did she say anything before she fainted?” The women quickly related what had happened and by the time they’d settled Lara on one of the long sofas, her eyes were fluttering open. It was easy to see the moment she realized what had happened because her face flushed a brilliant crimson.

    Fischer pulled Lara onto his lap as everyone gathered chairs around to discuss the disappearance of Lara’s parents. He was barely keying in on his brother’s participation in the conversation, but it was obvious the Wests’ team was planning to send a team to find Lawrence and Rita Emmons. Fischer hadn’t been a soldier, he’d known better than to even try. Hell, just seeing the toll it had taken on Peter had been enough for him to steer clear. As an empath, prolonged exposure to extreme violence was brutally painful and he had simply not wanted to be a glutton for punishment, to use one of Mama Weston’s favorite expressions.
    Fischer’s hand rubbed soothing circles over the small of Lara’s back—he just couldn’t seem to stop touching her, and he wasn’t sure if it was for her comfort or his own. When he’d looked across the room to see her eyes widen as if she’d been desperately trying to see past the darkness and she battled to keep the darkness from encroaching, he’d felt his entire world shift. He’d known she was special—that she was the one he and his brother had hoped to find, but the realization of human frailty hit him hard and knowing he couldn’t reach her before she sank to the floor had made him almost physically ill.
    He’d spent months waiting for his brother to visit Dark Desires and meet the luscious beauty now seated on his lap. Months of seeing her almost every day, but not being able to touch her except in his fantasies—and Lord almighty there had been plenty of those. While it had been pure torture, it had also given him time to get to