Chapter 7
I watched as Theo sat on the edge of the bed, back bowed forward, elbows resting on his knees, phone up to his ear.
I was only half paying attention to a conversation I knew centered around me.
But now that Theo’s end of the call was mostly grunts and one-word answers I stopped listening altogether.
I waited for my freakout to come but it never did.
I wasn’t particularly shy about sex. In the past I’d carefully selected my partners and didn’t get into bed with them until some sort of trust had been built.
But I’d never been comfortable enough to make demands.
I was a follower. I paid attention. I wanted to please my lover.
But Theo was different. I didn’t want to please him, I needed to.
From the moment I woke up wrapped around him, all the months of missing him slammed into me.
The thought that this might be my only chance stole through me until a boldness grew.
This was Theo.
I trusted him more than I’d ever trusted anyone.
I’d sought him out knowing he was the only person who could save me.
I didn’t regret what we’d done. I wasn’t embarrassed.
I wasn’t ashamed. But Theo’s posture worried me.
He’d also said something about us having sex was not smart.
I wasn’t sure—no scratch that—I was positive my heart couldn’t take hearing him tell me he regretted what we’d done.
It was the fear of rejection that had me scrambling out of bed.
I was nearly at the bathroom door when Theo’s arm hooked around my waist, pulling me to a stop. I felt his lips brush the side of my neck before he went back to his call.
“Right. Give us an hour and we’ll be in.” There was a pause as he listened then, “Easton knows where my go-bags are.” I didn’t hear him give the caller a farewell but his next statement was for me. “Shower, then we have to hit the road.”
I pinched my lips and nodded.
“You okay with what happened?” he asked softly.
I debated giving him the simple answer. The one that let him off the hook without having to discuss the messy feelings that came with sex.
But feeling his heat at my back, his hand on the bare skin of my hip, remembering the way his tawny eyes had heated when he watched me take his dick in my mouth, gave me the courage to tell the truth.
This was Theo.
He might reject me but he’d let me down easy.
“I’m scared you’re going to tell me that was a mistake and it’s never going to happen again. Or worse, you regret it.”
His hand moved from my hip up along my rib cage until he was cupping my breast, his thumb slowly grazing over my nipple.
“That’s most definitely going to happen again,” he growled in my ear, causing goose bumps to surface. “And the only thing I regret is being interrupted before I got the chance to fuck you.”
His forefinger joined his thumb at my nipple and he rolled.
“Still scared?” he asked.
No. I was petrified.
As much as I wasn’t going to waste the time I had with Theo I knew the pain of losing him. And the first time that happened he’d been nothing more than the bodyguard I’d fallen in love with. This time he’d be the man who owned my body and my heart.
This time when I got sent away it was going to kill.
“No,” I murmured, leaving out the rest.
“Unfortunately we don’t have much time.”
I nodded again, not sure how to respond to his announcement when he was still rolling my nipple.
“I got to taste you,” he strangely stated, his hand now skimming down my stomach. “But I didn’t get to feel you.”
I understood what he meant when two fingers plunged deep inside my pussy.
“Fucking hell. Hot and wet,” he groaned, pumping harder. “I can’t wait to get my dick here.”
My head fell back against his shoulder as Theo built my pleasure at a breakneck pace.
“Tonight when we get to where we’re going I’m going to take my time,” he promised while those fingers continued to work magic between my legs.
“I’m going to taste every inch of you and when I’m done you’re going to climb on top and let me watch you fuck me.
You’re going to obey my every demand. You’re going to entrust your beautiful body to me and let go. ”
“Yes,” I whispered my agreement.
“I wasn’t asking,” he grunted as he ground the heel of his palm roughly against my clit. “I’m telling you that’s what’s going to happen. Now, be my sweet girl and ride my fingers. Don’t stop until you come. I want you dripping down my hand, Bridget.”
My body obeyed before my brain had a chance to tell it to.
“Harder,” he demanded. “Grind down on my fingers and show me how you’re gonna ride my dick.”
I did as he asked and rocked my hips faster. Theo curled his fingers, the new angle hitting a place inside of me that I didn’t know existed, and suddenly I was there.
“I’m going to come,” I panted.
“Do it.”
It was his rough demand that pushed me over.
My compulsion to give him what he wanted should’ve frightened me.
The way my body wanted to obey him over logical thought should’ve had me questioning my good sense.
But right then I didn’t have it in me to feel anything other than Theo.
His stubble on the side of my face, his fingers fucking me hard and fast, his chest pressed against my back, the way his breath felt as he whispered over my skin.
Him.
I was safe.
My knees started to buckle as the fullness of my orgasm hit. His other arm went around me, holding me up. My hips bucked, a moan slipped past my lips, my pussy convulsed, and a rightness I’d never felt before came over me and it had nothing to do with the ecstasy of my climax.
Being in his arms was simply right .
I was still shaky when Theo spun me around.
His hand went to my cheek and his mouth slammed down on mine.
My lips parted, his tongue surged in, and it was instantly the best kiss of my life.
A few seconds later, Theo deepened the kiss and it became the best kiss in the history of kisses.
The kiss was so good I whimpered when he broke it.
“Jesus,” he muttered against my lips. “You can fucking kiss .”
“It’s you,” I returned, knowing damn good and well I had never engaged in something so sublime.
His hand cupping my cheek gently skimmed across my face.
His middle finger traced my bottom lip. My tongue followed, tasting myself there.
I watched Theo’s eyes flare and heat with desire.
He liked that, me tasting myself. I knew I was right when his finger pushed past my lips and with a deep rumbling groan he asked, “You like that?”
I sucked his finger deeper into my mouth, thinking that said it all.
I was right.
“Yeah, my sweet girl likes it dirty.”
He sounded pleased which in turn made me happy.
Then his finger was gone and he stepped back.
“Shower or I’m going to change my mind and stay here to see just how filthy I can get you.”
That sounded like a much better plan than whatever we were supposed to be doing.
It suddenly hit me; I didn’t ask what our plans were. Where he was taking me or where we were going later.
Maybe it made me stupid but I trusted he’d take care of me.
* * *
I was going to kill Theo.
Theo and Zane Lewis.
Theo for bringing me to Z Corps.
Zane for being a sarcastic dick.
“I don’t remember you being such an asshole,” I blurted out.
“Nice.” Zane chuckled, uncaring I’d called him an asshole. “I stay up half the night and solve your problem while you’re playing pet the kitty cat and you call me an asshole.”
Despite my irritation I felt my cheeks heat.
“Damn, and that was just a guess,” Zane muttered. “Hope you…”
“Don’t,” Theo cut in.
Easton barked out a laugh and through that laughter said, “I hope you covered your…”
“Nope,” Theo interrupted that, too.
“Theo’s no fool,” Smith, another one of Theo’s teammates, started. “He knows to wrap his…”
“Enough,” Theo snapped.
“I don’t know what’s gotten into these men,” Zane rejoined with a huge smile on his face. It was then I noticed for the first time he had dimples. The last time I’d been around Zane he hadn’t so much as grinned—forget smiling so big it made him look hot instead of scary.
“Thank fuck KK is on her honeymoon,” Theo muttered under his breath.
“You should thank me for that, too,” Zane returned. “You know she’s gonna be pissed when she gets home and finds out there was trouble.”
“Who’s KK?” I asked.
“Kira. It was her wedding you crashed last night. She and Cooper left for the Bahamas at zero-dark-butt-crack of dawn.”
That was just last night? It felt like weeks ago.
“She didn’t crash Kira’s wedding,” Theo defended me.
“Right, she saved you from having to dance.”
“As far as I could see there was no dancing. There were a bunch of shockingly uncoordinated men convulsing while music was playing.”
“I’m a great fucking dancer.”
My gaze ping-ponged between Theo and Easton as they bantered back and forth. Thankfully Theo got down to business.
“I still don’t understand why the feds called you last night.” Theo tapped the conference room table in front of him.
Unfortunately this brought my attention to his long, thick fingers.
Fingers that just an hour ago proved to hold some sort of sorcery.
“You mean why did Deputy Johnson from the US Marshal Service call me at midnight to tell me they lost contact with Bridget and wanted us in on the search? Is that the question or are you asking why they waited four days to bring us in? I don’t know the answer to either of those but now I understand why I didn’t get a call from you telling me you’re in possession of a federal asset. ”
Possession of a federal asset.
Like I was an object, not a person.
I was so over being treated like a thing that people could control and tell what to do. It made me regret my decision to help the government more. I should’ve said no and walked away. If I had I would still have my life.
But good men and women could’ve died.
Government secrets would’ve been sold.