CHAPTER FOURTEEN
JOSH
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“How did he get my number?” Cassy’s voice trembles as my eyes snap between her and the screen.
“I don’t know. But he does,” I say, pulling mine out and dialing a number. “Need an urgent trace on a number I’m sending you.”
“Got it,” my head tech guy, Thomas, says. I hang up and message him the information.
Cassy is pale and shaking.
Pocketing both the phones, I reach out and lead her into the living room. She sits on the sofa, and I perch on the edge beside her. It takes me a minute to realize I’m rubbing her arm.
“We have this place under twenty-four seven surveillance and there are five of my men outside.” I reassure her. “He won’t get through them. Or me.”
Cassy nods.
God, I hate seeing her so scared like this. She has nothing to fear. An army could try to get past me and would fail.
I will not let Isaac touch a hair on her.
The light is dimming, so I stand to turn on the tall lamp beside us, but she reaches for my arm.
This woman.
God.
She makes me feel like I’m ten feet tall and four hundred pounds. Actually, that would make me a giant, but still. Every cell in my body has testosterone pumping through it, ready to protect her.
“You are safe, Cass,” I say, shortening her name affectionately. But ignoring that fact because I cannot acknowledge how I feel about her.
Not now and not ever.
“I’m not safe. You know that,” she says.
“Cassy.” I turn my body toward hers and grip her arm, squeezing. Those big green eyes of hers are filled with scared, unshed tears. “I’m not fucking letting him near you.”
I cup her face, something I promised myself I wouldn’t do again, but here we are.
“Can you...can...I just need a hug,” she asks, and I’m fairly sure my arms move around her before she finishes her sentence.
And god, her warm soft body presses into mine and I tighten my hold on her, closing my arms. This woman belongs in my arms and nothing I seem to do is changing that.
Despite the moment, I feel the chemistry between us flare to life as Cassy moans against my pecs.
My cock hardens and I hate myself for it.
Aidan is right. I shouldn’t be here. Guilt and my professional promise have me pulling her off me and then regretting it when I see her wet face.
“Do you want me to call your dad or Scarlet?” I ask her.
“No. It’s safer if they stay away,” Cassy says.
“Hey. Unless he flew, and I doubt he’s that smart, Isaac won’t be in L.A. yet,” I tell her.
Stealing a smartphone and getting the phone number of a listed stylist hardly makes Miller a spy. Getting through the TSA security measures when you’re an escaped convict is quite the other.
He won’t. I’m fairly confident about that.
Cassy’s phone beeps again in my pocket and I silently curse.
“Oh, god.” She dips her head to my chest, and I’m done for. I want this guy six feet under, not back behind bars. I pull the phone out and lift it above Cassy’s back so I can read it.
I’ve just come in my hand. Next time, it will finally be inside you, sweet Cassy. I x
Motherfucker.
I’m unreasonably happy that he never penetrated her. I shouldn’t care personally, but I do. I care way too much.
The phone beeps again and this time I let out a dark growl and clench the phone as Cassy tenses in my arms.
“It’s okay,” I say, trying to calm her, but my voice is hard. It’s the same voice I use before I kill someone.
“Let me see. I have to look, or I will go insane,” she says, sitting up.
I reluctantly show her, having already read it.
You will be my bride. See you soon Mrs. Miller x
Cassy scrambles off the sofa and runs to the bathroom to throw up while I restrain myself from hunting the asshole down and killing him.
Unfortunately, that would put both of us in prison.
AN HOUR LATER, Cassy has calmed. Mostly due to the two glasses of wine she’s drunk. I had a pizza delivered, but she’s only had three pathetic bites. Understandable, but I need her to eat more.
The sound of the television on low is a backdrop to the softly lit room where the half-eaten pizza sits beside us on the sofa.
I place it on the coffee table, then lay my arm along the back of the cushions as I turn to her.
“I want you to tell me more about what happened.”
“You’ve read the police reports,” she replies.
She’s right, I have. But hearing it in her words could give me information that she isn’t aware of. God knows police can be better at reporting and investigation. So many details get left out. Or not even acknowledged.
“I know this is hard, but if we can learn anything new that could help the US Marshals or keep you safe, it will be worth it.”
Cassy sips her wine and watches me, but there is a dangerous glint in her eyes. Wait, maybe it’s her third. I glance at the bottle and then back at her.
“Tell me something about you first,” she purrs.
My brows slowly lift. This is not good. I should have watched her intake.
“What?”
“Take my mind off all of this Josh, please. Tell me something about you. I don’t know anything.”
Shit.
“You know everything you need to know, Cassy. I’m a Navy SEAL and co-owner of Black Hawke Security. Highly qualified to be your bodyguard.”
I almost laugh. I’m so overqualified it’s ridiculous. I’ve done assignments at the direct order of the president of the United States and here I am at Cassy Cartwright's house protecting her from some dickhead stalker.
She takes another slow sip, and my cock wakes up.
Down, boy, this woman is not yours and never will be.
“Where did you grow up?” She keeps with the damn purring.
Fine, I’ll play for a little while.
“San Diego,” I answer. “Favorite color is blue. Favorite movie is The Notebook.”
She snorts.
“There’s that smile,” I say.
Fuck.
I didn’t mean to say that.
Cassy’s smile fades and a sex kitten appears as the heat shoots up about a trillion degrees between us. She leans forward to put her wineglass on the table and I know she won’t reach so I move to help. When she turns, our faces are inches apart.
“Cass—”
“Josh, kiss me, dammit,” she growls, and her voice is so fucking husky I’m unable to do anything but obey.
My arm wraps around her, cupping her head as her mouth slams into mine. She climbs on my lap as I simultaneously position her over my cock.
Holy fucking hell.
It’s like an inferno as our mouths suck and lap at one another and rip away clothing.
Both topless, Cassy still in her bra, I lean back into the sofa as she presses her fiery core down onto my hard cock.
We both moan loudly.
“Jesus,” I moan again and pull out her hair tie and toss it away. I thread my fingers through her long, dark hair and grip her head. It’s a dominant move and I’m not sure how she’ll react.
Just another reason why we shouldn’t do this.
I’m a rough lover.
I will own every damn inch of her if we don’t stop.
But feeling her heat pressing onto my cock, I’m not sure either of us could.
“Josh,” she moans against my mouth.
Maybe we just do this once. To get it out of our systems and then we can stop dancing around this chemistry. It’s distracting and all-consuming.
Her mouth pops off mine and we stare at each other, panting. Desire drips from her beautiful face. Fuck, she’s beautiful. So fucking beautiful it’s overwhelming.
Those orbs of hers are filled with arousal, and I want to feel and taste all of her. To hear her cry out her pleasure because my cock is inside her.
“Tell me what you want.” I nip at her lip.
“I want you to fuck me,” Cassy rasps.
Christ, she might be a little tipsy, but I love how bold she is.
“I won’t be gentle. I need you to tell me your boundaries.” I run my hand over her hair, tugging it a little to make my point.
Cassy’s eyes roam my face, her thumb rubbing over my lip. “No knife play.”
I smirk. “Noted.” Then I scoop her up and stand.
She squeals and I love it. Too fucking much.
“How did you do that?” Cassy asks as I walk up the stairs and down the hall to her bedroom.
“You’re about to find out, sweetheart.” I wink, lowering her onto her bed. “Now, let’s get the rest of these clothes off.”
I slide her sweatpants down her legs and take in the silky white panties she’s wearing. I don’t take my eyes off her as I undo my jeans and let them drop to the floor.
She unclasps her bra and my fucking god, my dick hardens even more. They are the most gorgeous tits I’ve seen in my life.
“Do you like your nipples sucked hard, Cassy?” I ask as I climb over her and slide my tongue around one of them.
“Oh god, Josh,” she cries.
I’ll take that as a yes.
She cries out more as I grip her entire full breast and lick her nipple rapidly with my greedy tongue. Then I bite down on it, and she screams.
“Like that?” I rasp.
“Yes, oh fuck yes.” Cassy arches and I know what she wants. What she needs.
We both do.
This sexual tension has been intense, and we both need a quick release.
Right, so maybe one time might turn into two or three. Orgasms. But after this...
I push that thought aside and live in the moment.
Cassy needs a distraction, so that’s what I’ll give her.
I switch breasts and hold my hand around her throat as I suck the pink nub. I wonder if she’d enjoy them being clamped.
If we’d met another way, I could show her things that would have her screaming down the entire neighborhood.
Cassy arches again and I slide my hand underneath her, letting my fingers run along the curve of her ass.
Teasingly.
“Please.” She tugs on a handful of my hair.
“Keep begging, sweetheart. You’re making me hard as fuck.” I grin.
“Then get it in me.”
I laugh. “So eager.”
“Very eager. Josh. Please,” she purrs.
I move down her body, licking across her toned abdomen, along her bikini line to the sensitive spot above her hips.
She lets out a mumbled chorus of words and sounds as I spread both her legs wide and lift her white panties.
Christ, she’s soaking wet. Glistening for me. Her panties damp from her arousal.
I feel my cock leak, wanting to get inside her.
I flick my tongue a little and catch the top of her clit.
“Holy hell,” I hear.
Then I do it again, and again, tugging her panties until they snap. Then I wrap my mouth around her clit and suck hard.
“Josh!” she screams.
Now I get a full taste. I work my tongue through her folds as two of my fingers press inside her.
“Fuck, you taste so sweet,” I moan against her pussy.
Cassy reacts perfectly, tightening around them and arching, almost fucking my hand herself.
I could do this for hours. She’s so reactive and delicious.
I lift her ass higher, giving me full access to all of her. As I finger fuck her hole, my tongue vigorously laps at her clit.
As my cock presses against my briefs, I consider entering her before she comes, but I want to watch her orgasm. I want her juices on my tongue.
I lower her ass and press my palms on the inside of her thighs as my mouth laps vigorously at her. Then I reach for one of her hard pink nipples and pinch.
Hard.
“Oh, fuck,” she cries.
“I want you to come, Cassy.” I sweep my tongue through her folds. “Come on my face like a dirty little girl.”
Then I suction her clit with my mouth and speed up my fingers.
She explodes.
I hold her in place with my face sucking and lapping as I swirl my tongue around her pussy, then down over her rear hole.
“Oh, god!” Cassy cries as her body trembles.
It’s such a beautiful sight I could watch her do that a million times.
But right now I need to be inside her. I straighten, tug my briefs off, then stroke my extremely hard cock.
It might have only been twenty-four hours ago that we met, but I feel like I’ve waited far longer to sink inside this woman.
When her eyes open and I see the ecstasy swirling within them, I hesitate.
Oh, fuck no. I’m not missing this.
I push her thigh aside, reposition, and grip the back of her head.
“Open that mouth, Cassy, and suck my cock.”