Rory (Coded for Love 1)

He tightened his grip on Jackson’s throat. A garbled sound came form his throat.

“Understood?”

Jackson’s face turned bright red, his eyes bulging. He scrabbled against the cement floor, hands feebly grasping at Rory’s arms. He made a sound, tried to nod.

“Rory!”

He glanced her way. His eyes were black with rage.

“Yes, understood,” Jackson spluttered.

Rory let him go, rising to his feet.

Sky backed away, toward the doorway.

Rory joined her.

“Okay, let’s get the hell out of here.” He grabbed her hand, flicked on a torch he held in his other hand, and quickly guided her along dark corridors. “Watch the floor, this place is a deathtrap.”

“I thought you were going to kill him!”

“I would have, if he’d hurt you.” He held her hand tighter still as he strode along the corridor toward the staircase. “That was the first time I didn’t despise the urge to use my fists on another human being.”

Astonished, Sky realized the significance of what he’d said. He didn’t want to be fighter because his father had beaten him, it wasn’t his way.

Sky lurched after him, wishing she hadn’t worn heels that day. “Wait,” she called out at when they reached the bottom of the steps, and bent over to readjust her shoes. “Why do we have to leave so quickly if you’ve given him the kit?”

“I’ve given him the kit, but once he gets into it the whole thing will self-destruct.”

“You had time to make it do that?”

“I set it up a few days ago, ran it by Draco. He liked the idea, so I wrote the code. I wasn’t taking any risks. You were right all along, it had to be witnessed, the destruction of the kit, and this was the best way.” He glanced at his watch. “About fifteen minutes from now he’ll suddenly find himself watching a cartoon explosion, then…nothing.”

“That’s brilliant.”

He huffed a laugh. “I only wish I could see his face.”

“So you’re not angry with me for going with him?”

“Of course I’m bloody angry with you.” He looked at her as if he was about to put her over his lap and give her with a good spanking.

Sky was so hot for him. She flashed her eyes. “How angry are you..?”

“Don’t fucking tempt me, Sky!”

CHAPTER TWENTY

Sky was giddy from the escape.

It’d torn her apart in there, because Rory could have been hurt. All of the wild emotions she felt condensed into desire—pure liquid heat pulsing at her center. She was horny as hell and once they made it outside the building, it was clear Rory was as well.

Several of the hoardings had been flattened, leaving the building open to the sight of passers by. It wouldn’t be long before the community police found the site being used. She caught sight of Rory’s bike parked down the side of the building.

“Come here, you crazy girl.” He headed for the bike and hung his helmet over the handlebar. He pulled her into the shadows against the nearby wall, his mouth covering hers in a frantic kiss.

Weak with desire, emotion catching in her throat, she clasped his erection through his jeans.

He ran his hands inside her jacket and over the fabric covering her breasts.