Old enough, though.
The voice in my head was wicked and wrong, but God help me, I couldn’t ignore it. Neither could my cock. I groaned as I pictured her teasing her pussy for me, running her fingers up and down her slick, glistening pink lips as she watched me jerk my cock for her. I picture tearing those clothes off of her and feasting on her.
I bet her nipples taste like fucking strawberries.
I bet her pussy taste like heaven.
I pictured pushing her down across my desk and letting my mouth tease every inch of her. I imagined licking her from asshole to clit and back, pushing my tongue deep in that little pussy and making her honey drip drown my chin. I imagined her between my legs, her soft little pink tongue tracing my balls as she stroked my fat cock.
I grunted, closing my eyes and imagined plunging into her, and claiming that prize between her legs. I could tell from her file—from her behavior, from the pictures, of how she walked or sat or moved—that she was a virgin. I’d spent my life learning how to read people and I read “untouched” all over her.
She’d never had a man before. But she was gonna have me.
I grunted, my balls twitching and my cock pulsing in my hand as I came. Hot sticky white cum erupted from my swollen head, spurting over my desk, my hand, and the ground as I growled, my eyes locked on the pictures of her.
After I caught my breath and composed myself, and poured myself another drink, I sat back. My mind whirled into overdrive, and slowly, I had a plan.
Nina was in trouble—big, big fucking trouble. I couldn’t trust the authorities, because I couldn’t be sure who was or wasn’t in Sylvan’s pocket.
So, I’d do it alone.
It was dangerous, for both of us. And unsanctioned. And against every protocol. But there wasn’t time. Waiting for the right signatures and for the orders to come through the right channels would mean she died.
…That wasn’t going to happen.
I pulled up a map on my computer and let my eyes glower over it.
Perfect. Not far at all.
Months before, another job had taken me someplace new. Someplace off the grid, and away from it all. Someplace where life just seemed simpler, and cleaner. A place called Blackthorn Mountain, a few hours from here.
That other job had linked me up with a few of the residents—rough, hardened men like myself. Men who’d found some peace from the chaos and hell of the world up there on that mountain. Most of them had found their forever loves too—good, strong women to hold and keep safe.
Blackthorn had spoken to me. Being there just felt… well, like home—a home I’d only just discovered after looking for it for my whole life. I’d gone back a few times since that last job to look around, and finally, I’d made my move. The cabin was cheap enough, nestled by the base of the mountain on the far side of it, down by a little lake. It was a real fixer-upper, but I’d been heading up there on weekends the last few months fixing to up.
And now, it was the perfect place. Off the grid. Away from Sylvan. Away from the crooked Deputy Chief.
Nina was in trouble, but she wouldn’t be for long. I’d find her, I’d take her, and it’d be there at the cabin that I’d keep her safe.
Safe, and all to myself.
5
Cormac
“Turn around and bend over.”
She blinked in shock at me, her pretty lips opening wide.
“What?”
“Bend. Over.”
“Are you fucking kidding me?”
I knew damn well that what I had in mind was in no way shape or form “protocol” in a situation like the one we were in. I never went through Quantico, but I’m pretty fucking sure “putting the witness over your knee and spanking her pretty little ass” is not something they teach FBI recruits.
…Good thing I was just a contractor though, because that is exactly what I was about to do.
“I warned you,” I growled. Nina gasped sharply as I grabbed her, sat on the edge of the sofa, and pulled her over my lap. My blood roared in my ears, and there might have been one little piece of me shouting inside to knock this the fuck off and just leave it before I got myself into trouble, but I shut that voice up.
I was already in trouble. With Nina, I was in trouble the second I laid eyes on her. The instant I read her file. The minute I knew she’d be mine.
“What the hell are you doing?!”
“Teaching you a lesson,” I growled, pushing her down across my lap with a firm hand. I groaned as her tight little body wriggled and writhed against me, rubbing against my cock through my jeans and making it grow fatter and thicker by the second. I grunted, feeling my girth throb against her, feeling the heat blaze through my body at the feel of her so close to me, against me.