Controlled Burn (Blackbridge Security 8)

“Tell the man who gets the ones you’re wearing just how they got so fucking fragrant.”

Then he’s gone, leaving me horny and my panties definitely wet.

Chapter 22

Finnegan

Maybe not sleeping while worried about kids in the other room is a rite of passage. I was sure I’d be fine when Kendall left for her shift, but I tossed and turned. For hours I blamed being responsible for them as the reason I couldn’t sleep, but deep down, I know that it was Kendall that kept me from falling asleep.

I wasn’t so much worried about her rejecting me or never having my mouth on her again. That’s a given.

It was the fact that she was at work, her fine ass body on display for other men, that made me uneasy. I thought about putting my foot down and insisting that she stay home, but that would do more bad than good. She’s not the type of woman to obey when issued a command, and it made me think of demanding she come on my cock and watching her fight not to. That would be a lot of damn fun, actually.

She wasn’t smiling when she got home from work and found me sitting in my recliner with the television on mute. She swept her eyes over me once before retreating into her bedroom.

Sleep didn’t find me then either, hence the reason I’m mainlining coffee today and in the foulest mood ever.

Not getting good rest isn’t really the issue. I could probably go days without sleep and still manage to keep a smile on my face. It was her being so close after getting home and yet still so far away. I thought a hundred times about grabbing her from her bedroom, but she shares that with Kayleigh, and I’m not going to wake a child up because my dick is hard and in desperate need of her mother. That just seemed like the wrong thing to do. I thought about making enough noise that she’d come out and tell me to be quiet, planning to urge her to do the same when I dropped to my knees and tongued that greedy little pussy of hers, but just the thought of doing that made me hard and I couldn’t risk one of the kids walking out and finding me like that instead of her.

So, no sleep and no pussy made me a cranky guy.

I had to get out of the condo early today because there was no telling what I’d do after she returned from dropping the kids at school.

I was torn between kissing and having my way with her and growling like a crazy man and making her describe in detail just what she did all night at work. The latter was winning out as I got dressed, and that was the worst of the two choices. I’m not a man to care about what a woman does when she isn’t under me. Not once in my life have I been upset with the thought of someone showing too much skin. As far as I’ve always been concerned, there was no such thing as too much skin. I’ve always been of the mind that if a woman is comfortable showing anything on her body, then more power to her.

Kendall? I want her dressed from neck to toes, and I waver on the idea of a ski mask. I don’t want anyone looking at her.

I’ve never been this possessive, never wanted to sit outside someone’s work and pick the patrons off one by one with a sniper rifle because they may have seen her thick ass just walking by in that damn string bikini bottom she calls a uniform.

I’m losing my fucking mind at the prospect.

I hiss more in agitation than pain when I pull the cup of coffee from the machine before it’s done, and the scalding liquid runs over my hand.

“Motherfucker,” I snap, reaching for a paper towel.

“Problems at home?” Wren asks with a grin that has no place in the office on a Monday morning.

“Fuck off,” I grunt, cleaning up my mess instead of walking away. I’m not a savage after all.

He chuckles, the sound grating on my nerves.

Letting my mind wander back to Kendall, I turn to face him. “I want you to tell me about Ty Penman.”

“Can’t,” Wren says, stepping to the side so I can toss the used paper towel in the trash.

“Don’t give me that shit.”

“I’ll tell you what I told you before. If Kendall wants you to know about her ex, then she’ll tell you about him.”

“You knowing who I’m talking about tells me you already know.”

“I never said I didn’t know. I’m saying I’m not telling you.”

“That’s incredibly petty, don’t you think?”

He shrugs. “Why do all of you guys come to me?”

“Because we know you research them.”