Chapter 8
CHAPTER EIGHT
DUNCAN
"Bugger, what in the bloody hell 'ave I done." I groan. She stirs and cuddles into me more. I knew I had to have this woman, but should I is the problem.
All day I’ve watched her. When we worked together earlier, she had me spellbound.
She's my siren. Her body is more like a runner's, except for the full breasts.
Even her damn cowboy boots were hot. I wanted her legs wrapped around my hips while I drove her into multiple orgasms. I couldn't believe my luck.
I've been trying to figure out a way to find out more about her.
Now here she is. I'm glad that man is only her partner, because she is mine now.
The fact that she's Ana's best friend is a mark in the wrong. That and the fact she lives in another country, but I will overcome both, I've had worse odds.
My life is starting to work out, finally. I work private security. My boss was my old captain, and today he asked me to be his second in command, just like when we served together. I have a flat in a new building and I'm no longer in the military. Now to work things out with my father.
I need to figure out what to do about Jonathon too.
Maya is right, there's something off with Ana's and his relationship.
I've never seen my sister so emotional. I've known for a while there was something up with him, but Ana won't listen to me.
Maybe Maya can talk her out of this farce tomorrow.
Father seems okay with him. However, I haven't spoken to the old codger in over nine years.
Today was the first time I've seen him since I got home.
He acted as if we weren't in the same room earlier and then ignored me the rest of the night.
I want to tell him about my job. I want to fix what I broke.
And mostly, I want to have him back in my life.
My mind drifts back to Maya. My body and mind know she is the one, but I'm fairly certain she isn't going to agree.
When she walked into Ana's room earlier in that dress that was no more than a scrap of material, I wanted to drag her from there.
No one should see her looking that good.
Watching her at dinner with that fucktard of a best man was making me angry.
I've never been a jealous man until now.
The thought of anyone touching her makes me want to break something.
That's what sent me into the garden earlier.
I was trying to avoid starting a fight with Stephan.
I watched her defend herself when he did something under the table.
My hands clinched into fists then and now.
When she pulled those moves on me in the garden, it got me so hard I thought I was going to bust my zipper.
When my sister interrupted our little tryst, I knew I had to have her.
Part of me hoped she'd decline my offer.
I knew if I had her like this, it would never be enough.
My cock begins to harden. I want her again.
I've never been ready this quickly before. This girl has me gutted.
I close my eyes and I'm taken back to the day my military career changed.
The day I lost my best friend. As Christopher laid dying in my arms, I didn't care about the bullets hitting my body.
My armor took so many hits that day that I'm still surprised I lived.
I smell his blood and the gunpowder in the air.
I can still see Timothy trying to save his life.
His words are what I remember the most: It was worth it.
He left his baby and wife alone. How was it worth it?
How was all that worth the sacrifice he made for me?
He took the bullet meant for me. I found the letters in his pockets.
It was as if he knew. One for his wife, one for his daughter, and one for me. I delivered them and read mine.
I'm shaken from my thoughts when Maya whimpers in her sleep, draping her leg over mine.
Her hand brushes my semi-aroused cock and I want to roll us over to start round two.
She needs more sleep. I notice the dark circles under her eyes.
She must work too many hours at her job.
I lean my face into her hair and smell the vanilla and jasmine scent that's teased me all day.
Her hair is soft and spread across her back and over my arm.
I run my fingers through the thick mass of hair.
She settles back in and my thoughts wander again.
Over the years, I've heard Ana talk about Maya, but she's not what I expected.
I feel myself drifting off. Guess I could use some sleep too.
I'll wake in a few and take her again, because this is so not done.
I remember the look of panic in her eyes when I said next time.
I just hope I can keep my nightmares at bay for just one night.
Maya
I come awake with a start, practically jumping from the bed.
I hear a grunt next to me and an arm tightens around my middle.
Oh great, what have I done? I move slightly, trying to gain some space.
He pulls me back in, even tighter. I shift again, acting as if I'm rolling to my other side, and he shifts to spooning my rear.
Carefully grabbing a pillow next to me, I hug it to my body for a few minutes then roll again to put the pillow between us.
Success! His arm wraps around it. I wait for a beat and then slide off the side of the bed. I can't believe he fell for it.
Duncan is sleeping so peacefully and I find myself torn between wanting to run and climbing back in bed with him.
However, sleep is the last thing on my mind.
I want to wake him up with my mouth on him, but I can't do that.
I have plans for my life and things to take care of.
I can't put anyone else in danger from my stalker. Plus, he's Ana's brother.
I search out my clothes and dress, finding my key in the pocket.
On the floor by my dress is the key Duncan gave me earlier.
I leave it and my torn thong. Grabbing my heels, I back to the door, waiting for him to jump up and stop me.
I open the door as quietly as I can, then cross the hall. Walk of shame, yep that's me.
Looking down the hall in both directions, I don't see any witnesses and enter my room to the darkness of my life. I can't be with anyone, but I want to be with him. All day, whenever he touched me, my body would react to him. I've never had that feeling with anyone before.
After a shower, I tie my hair up on top of my head and walk to the adjoining door. Ana left it open a crack, and I slip into her room and crawl into her bed, just like when we were younger. God, I miss her. She shifts to face me.
"I was wondering if you were going to come in here. Still sleep restlessly I see."
"Yeah." What can I say, since my parents died I wait for the other shoe to drop? I'm so afraid of being alone, I don't let people close, except her and Derek. I also very rarely sleep without nightmares.
"Was the bar still open?"
"No, I was walking in the garden again." My lie is to save her as much as me. How could I explain to her about Duncan?
"Maya, I love you. You will never be alone." She squeezes my hand.
"Thanks, Ana. You know I won't judge if you want to talk."
"Oh yes, I know. There is nothing to say. Jonathon just likes everything perfect, even to a fault. Nevertheless, he is my choice and he will take care of me. Please forget what you think you saw."
I smile into the dark and hug her. "Okay, just this once. But if he hurts you again, he will die." She doesn't reply back to that and I wonder if I hurt her or if she is just ignoring me.
As I drift off, I realize she didn't say she loved him, just that he was her choice.