Chapter 30
Jersey
"We found more information than we expected to find in Adair's car," Hemlock says.
He's situated in the front of the room, off to the right of the massive TV hanging on the wall.
Casper controls the monitor, and page after page of handwritten notes flash on the screen.
"It seems he kept all of the information on his holdings and all business dealings with him wherever he went."
"That's great fucking news," Nyx says.
"There are agencies all over the place that are following up on the information we found," Hemlock continues. "As you can guess there are a lot of places that have disbanded and hit the hills because they have gotten wind that Adair is dead."
"Like fucking roaches when the light turns on," Lark matters.
"We need to keep the momentum," Hemlock says. "Jersey, I'm sending you to Ohio."
I sit up straighter in my chair, ready to argue.
I feel like I need to be here. This is where Caitlyn is, and she's going to need protection, but there are others here who can protect her just as easily as I can, isn't there?
"Ohio?" I ask instead of arguing because it would reveal a little too much about myself, and I haven't got a fucking clue on how to deal with anything where Caitlyn is concerned.
"The installation on the house is done, correct?" Hemlock asks.
"It is," I confirm.
The company we hired to do all the heavy lifting wrapped up late this evening, and I stuck around to make sure everything worked perfectly before heading back here.
"What's in Ohio?"
"Cornfields and assholes," Echo says, drawing my attention to him. He smirks at me. "I can say that because I'm from Dayton."
"Send him then," I say, hooking a thumb in Echo's direction.
"I'm sending you," Hemlock says, a hint of challenge in his tone.
"You got it, boss," I mutter, wondering when he's going to get over the fucking Zara thing.
I'm not a fan of getting the shittiest jobs because the man is holding a damn grudge.
But that's not exactly true, is it? I was lead on the Adair event, and if I were still working for ICE, I probably would've gotten more than one accommodation for it.
Hemlock continues, giving everyone in the room assignments except for fucking Zeus. He'll be the one left behind to help Caitlyn get settled back into her newly reinforced house .
I'm livid by the time the meeting is over, and I don't hesitate to shove my way out of the room and take the stairs two at a time. I clench my fists, fighting the urge to go to Caitlyn's room and warn her away from the man, but what would I tell her?
Zeus isn't a bad guy. None of the guys here are. I have no fucking claim on Caitlyn, and it's rather asshole-ish of me to try to take something from her that someone else could give her that I could never provide.
Instead of being a dick, I push open the door to my bedroom, freezing when I see the good doctor sitting on the edge of my bed.
I close the bedroom door, pressing my back to it as she stands.
Sadness coats every feature on her pretty face, and my first instinct is to offer anything to make it fade away.
She doesn't speak as she approaches, but I can sense her nervousness as her throat works repeatedly on a swallow as if there's something lodged there.
Her hands are cool on my face as she places both hands on my cheeks.
My chest aches, my heart pounding behind my ribs, and I swear the thing has the ability to take flight when she lifts up on the tips of her toes, her intentions becoming clear a moment before she acts.
Her lips on mine are warm and fucking perfect, and I swear we both gasp at the contact.
We haven't kissed before. I've had my lips and tongue over various parts of her body, but this is a line we've never crossed. It has always felt too personal, too intimate, which is laughable considering what else we've done together.
When her tongue lashes out and swirls against mine, I swear my knees go weak, my arms coming up to cling to her, the contact with her body happening before I can think better of it .
"Sorry," I murmur against her lips as my arms drop back down to my sides.
She pulls her head back, lips already red and slightly swollen from the kiss.
"I want you to touch me," she whispers, her hands still cupping my jaw. "I need it."
I nod in understanding. I may not be able to give her much of anything else, but touching her will never be a problem for me.
I run my hands down her arms before positioning my palms around her waist.
Easily lifting her, she wraps her legs around my waist, leaning in for another kiss when I begin to carry her deeper into the room.
The way her tongue moves against mine, the way her lips press to mine make me think she'd rather keep kissing me than breathe, and I'm fucking here for it.
She's gasping when I grip a handful of her hair and pull her head back, wide eyes staring up at me.
I take in her flushed cheeks and the way her breaths are leaving her lips in puffs, making her breasts heave.
"This isn't going to work," I say placing my hands back on her waist and urging her away from me.
"Roman," she whispers, and there's no denying the pain in her voice as she drops her eyes, and I realize she's reading me all wrong.
There isn't a chance I could resist this woman. I told her what I had to offer, and I have to keep the faith that with her being in my room, she knows exactly what this is.
A good man would take a step back and remind her, but I'm not feeling so kind right now.
Instead of explaining, I reach down, clasping the hem of her t-shirt, and tug it up and over her head, wanting to run my lips over the tops of her breasts, the skin there the perfect shade of pink .
"Better," I whisper as I press my lips to her neck and reach around to easily work open the clasp of her bra.
She moans as if relieved when the lacy fabric falls away. The tips of her breasts are already tight and the fucking perfect shade of dusky pink.
I don't hesitate to move my mouth to the tip of the right one. We've had very limited contact. On the porch, she fucked me more than I actually fucked her, and in her kitchen, it was much the same way. We were limited in the way we made contact, but I'm not going to be able to keep my hands off this woman unless she demands it of me.
"Please," she begs, her fingers tangle in my hair.
I don't know exactly what she wants, but I figure I got it right when I clamp down on her nipple with my teeth and pull my head back, letting them scrape over her sensitive flesh.
I wrap my arms around her middle, holding her to me just as her knees buckle. She feels nearly weightless in my arms, but hell, I feel like I'm floating on fucking cloud nine as well.
When her hands slip under my own shirt, pressing against my abdomen, my skin feels like it has been lit on fire. I pop my mouth off the tip of her breast and tug my shirt over my head, stepping into her and urging her backward to the bed as I work open the button and zipper on my jeans.
As if getting naked is her cue, she shoves down her leggings and panties in one go, pulling her legs free from the fabric. It leaves her standing with her thighs pressed against the mattress, eyes glittering with need.
The apex of her thighs are already slick with arousal, and I hate that I'm delayed by the task of taking off my fucking boots. I pull a condom from my wallet before shucking it all away.
Her breaths are uneven as I cross the distance between us, and she moans when I clasp my hands on her waist and lift her to the edge of the bed .
She looks up at me, confusion drawing in her brows when I press my hand to the middle of her chest, urging her to lie back and not following her down to the mattress.
With palms against her knees, I urge her legs up, positioning her feet on the mattress near her ass. It opens her in the most delectable way, and my mouth is watering before I can even lower my lips to her sensitive skin.
I have no doubt her moans could be heard by anyone walking down the hallway, but I'm unconcerned, knowing I'm the one in here giving her pleasure.
Hell, it could possibly be just as pleasurable for me, I realize when the groan slips past my lips as the taste of her coats my tongue.
I dive in deeper, spearing her tight pussy with my tongue before swirling it over her clit. I suck the bundle of nerves into my mouth, pressing my hand to her belly to hold her in place. Her fingers tangle in my hair, pulling and tugging as if she wants me to stop but hisses in annoyance when I pull my face away.
I smile against her flesh, lapping at her skin as she rolls her hips against my mouth. Just as I feel like I can do this forever, my cock kicks against the side of the mattress, refusing to be ignored.
She whines when I pull my face back, wiping my lips on her inner thigh. As a consolation, I roll my thumb over her clit, resisting the urge to dip it inside of her.
"Jesus, look how easy this would be," I whisper as I press the head of my bare cock against her slit.
Her breathing ratchets up, but she doesn't deny me.
We moan in unison when I press the head of my cock into her tight opening.
I blow out a puff of air, tilting my head up to stare at the ceiling because I swear on everything holy in the world that I could come in seconds if I think about what I'm doing right now.
I pull back, grinning when her legs wrap around my ass, preventing me from going very far.
I remove my thumb from her clit, grab the condom, and roll it down my cock. I can't let myself get too wrapped up in this situation. That's how easily lives can be turned upside down.
Relief washes over me with the strength I have for resisting the urge to fill her tight pussy with my cum, but all that bravado fades quickly when she reaches down between her legs, pressing two fingers all the way inside of her.
"Needy, aren't you," I whisper as I stand still and watch.
She has to be the sexiest thing I've ever seen, and I don't feel that way because I'm here in this moment. I know that feeling won't fade after I come. The only disappointment I feel after I've had her is not knowing how long it will be before I can have her again.
She's an addiction, something I know I should avoid, but find myself helpless in trying to do so.
I press forward, fully willing to shove my cock inside of her with her fingers still there, but she moves them out of the way a second before I press forward.
I clench my jaw as I enter her, the tightness wrapping around me like a fucking vice.
Her back arches, leaving her breasts tipped up toward the ceiling, and who am I to let those beautiful things sit there without attention?
I lean forward, wrapping my lips around one breast as I pull my hips back before pressing forward again.
The feel of her nails digging into my back makes me moan around her flesh.
"Roman," she pants, and fuck if I don't love to hear my name coming out of her mouth.
I press into her again, needing to take things slow with how close to the edge I already am .
I release her breast, pulling my head back so I can watch her face. She allows it for about three seconds before she turns her head and lets her eyes flutter closed.
Needing her to look at me, I press into her faster, harder, making her body jolt on the mattress, but she never opens her eyes again.
Maybe it's for the best because she seems more than a little capable of locking me in place when she's watching me, and I don't think feeling trapped right now is what either of us needs.
Before long the warning of a pending orgasm settles low in my spine, drawing my nuts tight against my body.
I pull her legs from around my body and press them open, spreading her so I can dive deeper.
When she lets her thighs fall open, I reach down and swirl my thumb back over her clit, making that perfect pussy of hers clamp down on me even harder.
When I pinch her clit, it sets her off, and I somehow manage to fuck her all the way through her orgasm before she pulls me over the edge.
My cock throbs inside of her, pulsing repeatedly as I fill the condom.
I feel like I've run a marathon by the time my orgasm is over, and I don't hesitate to pull free from her body and crash down on the mattress beside her.
Our ragged breaths are the only thing that can be heard in the room, other than my pounding pulse raging in my ears.
She doesn't speak, opting to stay beside me wordlessly instead.
After a few minutes, she sits up, not hesitating to climb off the bed before gathering her clothes. I roll my head on the mattress, watching as she gets dressed. She gives me one last look before she leaves the room, and my heart cracks at the sight of the single tear rolling down her face.