Only His (Nighthawk Security 4)

“Yeah, you will.” He squeezes my hand, dips his head. I think he’ll kiss me this time. Instead, he goes to that same area he did last night, he licks my collarbone before placing a kiss there and saying, “The first time I have your lips, I’m not going to want to leave them. We have too much shit to do for that to happen right now.” Leo has no idea he just left me in the biggest daze I could ever be in, though my eyes never leave his body. His boxer briefs are molded to his ass, one that I know is as firm as the rest of him. I watch as he steps into his cargo pants and pulls a shirt over his head. Leo finishes doing what else he needs to before turning around, and I’m grieving the loss of seeing him without clothes on, but boy does he still look as hot as ever while wearing his uniform.

“Ready?” he asks, while placing his phone in his pocket and grabbing his duffle bag. Apparently, he packs light while on assignment.

“Yeah, are you calling Slade while we’re in my room?” I reply. Leo nods his head before he places a warm hand on my back while escorting me to the room.

It doesn’t take us long to arrive there. The door is open slightly. I guess there’s nothing you can do about that when it’s in the middle of the night, but I’m glad he’s here with me just the same.

“Stay here. I’ll check everything out, then you can take a shower.” He’s in work mode, and I know there’s no way to lure him into the shower with me. Talk about being forward, Tinsley. Leo makes it back in a few moments. “It’s all safe. I’ll be here when you’re ready. Pack as light as you can.” His lips are against my ear, causing a full-body shiver.

“Okay.” I reluctantly leave Leo, not because I’m scared. He makes me feel safe. Leo is fast becoming my safe harbor in a storm that’s rolling through with the rain and wind surrounding us.

Five

Leo

I watch as Tinsley heads to her bedroom, waiting until I hear the water turn on before I walk to her balcony. I’m not sure what’s going on here, but something is going down. My thoughts are ranging from video feeds to a bug being placed where I can’t see anything, and let’s face it, I don’t have the luxury of Nighthawk Security around the corner.

The balcony is probably the safer of the two compared to the bedroom when it comes to listening devices. I call Slade knowing we’re hours behind him, but I’m hoping he talked to Tinsley’s dad.

The phone rings twice before I hear Slade let out a breath. “You never call me this much. Do you miss me?”

“You fucking wish. You talk to Sutton?” I counter.

“Just got off the phone with that jackwagon. Things are changing. He’s cancelling the contract. He said it was a mole inside his company sending the threats.” Slade isn’t buying whatever it is that Robert Sutton is selling him.

“That’s interesting. I walked Tinsley back to her room about two o’clock this morning. I was barely in my room long enough to sleep before she was coming through my door letting me know her door was open, and I know for a fact it was fucking locked when I left. Turns out someone was trying to get inside. The tumbler is broken, and the key area is scratched to hell. I’m thinking your client is full of shit.” I grunt.

“You gotta be fucking kidding me.” Slade’s voice is showing his annoyance.

“Yep, I’m not leaving, and if I do, she’s coming with me,” I tell him. Even if I need to take time off. I have more paid time off coming than the rest of the guys as it is.

“It’s like that, is it?”

“Yep.” I don’t elaborate. He gets what I’m not saying.

“Where you going? I wouldn’t suggest her apartment. Her folks pay for that. You want to come back here or get a place somewhere else?”

“Somewhere else. Let me get her out of here, round some things up, then I’ll call you back.” I don’t want us saying too much over the phone. Who the hell knows what’s going on here, but shit is not adding up.

“Gotcha, keep me posted.”

“Will do.” We hang up, and I walk back inside to wait for Tinsley. This shit is giving me the creepy fucking crawlies.

“Hey, are you okay?” Tinsley comes out of the bathroom. I’m standing at the door to her bedroom, my arms crossed over my chest.

“Yeah, can you be ready in ten minutes or so for your class?” I wink, getting her to play along.

“Of course.” She nods. Her hair is up in a clip, soft tendrils falling down around her face, highlighting her delicate features. The white oversized sweater covers her shapely legs that are wrapped in black leggings. I had them wrapped around my body and had to stop her from going further, those soft fingertips of hers so close to the waistband of my shorts, my cock hard as nails. If we were anywhere but here, I never would have stopped her. We would have ended up in a sweaty tangle of limbs. Yeah, I’m definitely going after Tinsley. There’s no way around it.