“Where?”
“Your office and the staff room. The office one was broken, though.”
Tommy’s jaw tensed, “Right. I’ll be out to chat with you and get a debrief in an hour,” he said and then took my hand and we went inside.
He walked me directly upstairs, directly to the bedroom, and then as he shut the door his hands went to the fly of his jeans and I backed up slowly until I was standing against the foot of the bed.
“I need you. Lie down. Spread,” he demanded, his eyes ablaze.
I obeyed, feeling a gush of warmth down below.
He yanked my pants and undies down at once and was inside of me in record time, his eyes not releasing mine while he took me hard and fast. The muscles of his jaw were hard and tense and his eyes were steely hard, too.
His phone rang. He ignored it. Someone knocked at his bedroom door and he snarled, leaned back, broke our connection, and threw his zipper back up, ‘Under the covers and wait. Do not move. Unless this house is on fire, you stay right there!” He left the bedroom, looking pissed.
I waited.
And waited.
And I waited…
Finally, I was thirsty and hungry and wondering what was keeping him. I got out of bed and reached into my purse and found the flip phone. I didn’t know if the iPhone was still at the hayloft or not. I texted him.
“Hi, since you’re obviously not in a hurry to finish what you started, can I please leave the bed, Master? I’m very thirsty and hungry
and you’ve left me all alone for so very long?”
A few minutes later I got a reply,
“Sorry baby! I’d like nothing better than to come and finish! Go & eat. I had to run out for a bit. You’re under 3x security. You’re safe. I’ll be back ASAP. This phone almost out of juice so use my reg. number. We’ll grab your reg phone tomorrow from the farm.”
“stupid iPhone. LOL. <3 U. IDK your reg number off by heart so text it to me. Be safe!”
He replied with a happy face and x’s and o’s and his other number. Sheesh, how long would he have left me there? I had to give him a break; he obviously had a million things on his mind. I found my way downstairs and decided to pop one of Sarah’s frozen lasagnas in the oven. I drank a tall glass of water and then went back upstairs to get a shower.
Tommy hadn’t turned up by the time the lasagna was ready and it was big enough to feed a dozen so I cut off a piece for me, wrapped up a piece for Tommy for later, tossed a big salad and served two bowls out, then put the rest of the lasagna and salad in the fridge in the security team’s break room and stepped out to the patio where that guy Dex was standing, talking on a cell. When he saw me, he put it back to his waistband, “Everything okay, Miss O’Connor?”
“Sorry to bug you…” I started.
He waved his hand, “It’s what I’m here for. What do you need?”
“Nothing, I just wanted to tell you and the other guys that I put a lasagna and salad in the fridge in the err staff room.”
His eyes lit up, “Thanks, that’s awesome,” he said.
The other guy who’d been at the gate when we came in was approaching and had heard and his face lit up and I decided then that I’d continually put food into the staff room fridge for these guys who were working so hard to keep us safe. It couldn’t be easy being in their shoes after knowing two guys were killed while on that same job the other night.
After I ate and watched TV for a bit I was pretty tired. It was around 9:00 so I decided to crash early. I texted Tommy from the flip phone, “I’m going to bed. Hope you’re okay. Love you. Xo”
I got an almost instant, “I’m fine. See you soon. Love you. xxx” back from him.
Tommy
My plan was to go home, make love to my girl, sleep for a few hours, and then find out how Pop was doing. Instead, I had to meet with my PI and my brother, to get more intel on where things were at.
On my way to get Dare from the hospital, I got a returned call back from a connection that helped me get Tia’s father moved. He was safe. For how long, I didn’t know. Did he deserve it? Of course not. But he was her father and I didn’t want her to have to deal with his death on top of everything else so he was on simmer for the time being.
Turned out that Dare talked to Pop, who’d woken up. Pop had Jimmy doing double duty for insight with his enemies related to the group Romero was part of; he wasn’t really stepping out on us. Pop wasn’t coherent enough to get too into detail so we had to guess at a few things. We guessed the thing with my weapons happened because it’d fallen in his lap while he’d been wearing a wire for the other guys when he was found shot so we assumed he’d been dodgy with me because of the wire. The whole wire thing made sense, too. Jimmy had really been keeping his distance the last few days before he was shot. They’d probably told him to leave me a sitting duck. It seemed like he’d been on his way here, probably to help or warn me, when things went screwy. If that’s what he intended it didn’t happen because he’d been shot instead. Dare and I planned to talk to our sister and we hoped it’d bring her a little bit of peace that her husband had been loyal, too loyal. Fucking Pop.