Controlled Burn (Blackbridge Security 8)

I rode his cock while he sat on the edge of the tub. I sucked his cock in the same reverse position he licked me and brought me to my first orgasm of the day. He bent me over, forcing me to brace my hands against the wall as he fucked me from behind. The man lifted me in his arms, urged my legs around his waist, and bounced me on his dick like I didn’t weigh but a pound.

The sex with him was so damned good that I couldn’t look at him as we toweled off, in fear of smiling like an idiot and ruining the moment.

Most importantly, something I’m trying not to read too much into, is the fact that he held me in his arms and kissed me while we both came down.

Good sex I’m certain I can handle.

The sweetness afterward is what’s going to be a problem.

I don’t argue with him when he insists I join him at his office after we get dressed. Honestly, agreeing to go is twofold. One, I don’t want to be in this condo alone, not after the impromptu meeting with the president of the Keres MC, and two, I don’t want physical distance between the two of us.

I know this feeling, that little hint of obsession starting to fire up inside of me. I’ve pushed all those feelings away for years, knowing that they only brought me trouble and heartache, but I just can’t seem to fight them fully back where this man is concerned.

So, I know that I’m going to end up doing something stupid, something that’s only going to bring on more pain and heartache. Since the ball has already started rolling, I can only pray that my kids don’t get caught in the crossfire.

Chapter 26

Finnegan

I’m no stranger to distractions. It seems there’s always something popping up while we’re working to throw the day off course, but I haven’t been interrupted all day. There hasn’t been drama knocking on my door or something going down with one of the other guys that would pull my head from my work.

Today, Kendall is my distraction.

Her quietly reading earlier made it to where I couldn’t focus.

Her going to Wren’s office to visit with Evie got me on my feet following her.

And now, her breathing softly, taking a nap on the sofa in my office is the most distracting of all. She isn’t snoring or talking in her sleep. It’s the simple fact that she’s resting, and I’m not.

Okay, it’s not even that I’m not resting because what happened in the shower this morning rejuvenated me so much, I could probably stay awake and be fully functioning for days and be fine.

She’s on the couch alone when I should have her resting in my arms. I ache for the brush of her hair on my face while I have her back pulled against my chest. I could even get behind her breath washing over my throat if she were lying on my chest, leg thrown over the top of mine. I need to touch her, feel her skin against mine while we’re not actively engaged in sex. I don’t push for it because she seems like the skittish type, but I long for something more.

I could sit here, since I can’t seem to focus on anything else but her, and go over the many reasons why that’s the worst idea in the world, but all I can do is wonder when things changed and what it is about her that has me feeling this way.

The sex is out-of-the-world good, literally the best I’ve ever had, but I’ve never wanted to take a woman home to meet my parents. I’ve never pictured what a vacation would look like, especially not one where three kids were included. I never imagined wanting to move out of my luxury condo and into a regular house with a yard. Hell, yesterday, I thought about a damn dog and cute names for the nonexistent thing.

I well and truly lost my damn mind, and there’s only one person in the entire world to blame for it.

Kendall Stewart has me tied in knots, and the scariest thing is, I’m not sure I want to be unraveled.

I press my hand to my face as a gentle knock comes to the door. I stand in a rush to answer it because Kendall has to be exhausted if she’s sleeping in the middle of the day. She jolts on the couch, her eyes blinking up at me before I can answer it.

She apologizes softly as she sits up, and I answer the door.

Deacon, my boss, looks at me before looking over my shoulder to see Kendall there.

When he frowns, I know what he’s thinking. Hell, I know what it looks like. Kendall is disheveled, her hair matted on the side she was sleeping on.