Dom pinched the bridge of his nose, trying to block out Cordell’s geek-speak.
Although he had felt himself slipping a few times tonight, overall, he was pleased he’d been able to control the urge to drink from Mackenzie again, even when she was in his arms. God, she had felt so good.
But her reactions were the most shocking. Most humans instinctively reacted with the flight instinct, sensing the innate danger of a predator. When she witnessed his physiological hunger changes, he had felt her fear at first, but she’d shoved it away with anger. He’d never seen a human do that before. And she thought he was having an orgasm? If she only knew.
But almost more than the desire to drink from her—hell, he’d have that kind of urge around a sweetblooded male—was a deep-seated longing to get to know her on a deeper level. What made her happy? What made her sad? What did she dream of doing one day? If she could travel to anywhere in the world, where would she go and why? He imagined that as she told him these things, she’d be absently twisting a piece of his hair around her fingers because it helped her think. With his eyes closed, he’d listen, letting her words soak in until they became a part of him, too.
He really needed to focus. He straddled an empty chair and tried to listen to the yapping, but it was no use.
“You’re losing me,’’ Dom said, which got an eyebrow raise from Cordell. “All I want to know is if you can get that data off the phone.”
“Sorry. It’s just that— Okay, here we go.” Cordell punched several keys, and they waited as the light on the device blinked red. “Come on, come on. This could take a few moments.”
The big man wheeled back and absently kneaded his thighs. Cordell would be surprised to know how much he did that. Dom knew it was from the spinal cord injury he’d suffered as a human. It was only after he was changed that the cord had rejuvenated, and he was able to walk again. But he still had a sort of phantom limb-like pain. Dom guessed it bothered him more than he let on.
“Sorry, Dom, but it’s not looking good. It’ll blink green if it’s reading the card. Oh, great. This isn’t good at all.” Cordell’s fingers flew across the keyboard and an error message popped up. “inability to read external Drive G.’ I was afraid of that. Okay, okay, I know you’re corrupt. But just give me what I want, and I’ll let you roll over and go to sleep.”
Dom managed a grim smile. Cordell talked to his tech devices when he wanted them to do something. Strange thing was they usually complied.
“Don’t ask me why this works, but sometimes it does. In fact, when Lily’s hard drive crashed—” He glanced at Dom. “Sorry, sorry. Okay, I’m unhooking all my peripherals and we’ll see if this puppy fires up.” Cordell disconnected all the other devices attached to the various data ports on his computer. “Here’s where we say a prayer, promise to be good from now on and sacrifice our firstborn.”
Dom held his breath as the device continued to blink red. He was a fool not to have gotten the phone from her earlier. Maybe if he had?—
The thing paused for a moment, beeped once, then started to blink green. A bunch of encrypted shit popped up on the screen.
“Is that it?” he asked hopefully. Maybe his royal fuck up wouldn’t cause massive harm after all. “Is that the data?”
“Yep,” Cordell said, giving him a fist bump. “You got it.”
“Nice work.” He let out a heavy sigh. Now, maybe they’d be able to determine what those Darkblood idiots had been up tobefore they shot him. And maybe Santiago would back off and let Dom do his job.
“That’s my girl.” Cordell patted the top of the huge curved monitor and skimmed over a few more keys.
“Your computer is a she?”
“Hell, yeah. If I’m running my hands over something all day long expecting it to put out, it better be female. It may take me a while to decode this stuff. You going to be around? I’ll call you when I get it up. Well, when I get the data up, that is.”
“Yes, I’ll be home before going out on second shift. Call me when you have something.”
Back at theloft, Dom rummaged through the refrigerator, looking for something to snack on. Nothing. He grabbed a handful of almonds and a beer, plodded down the hallway and flipped on the light to his office. His inbox was probably jammed as he’d not checked email the entire time he’d been in Portland.
He slumped in his desk chair, knowing he should be thrilled the phone data had been recovered, but all he could focus on was a vague sense of emptiness inside.
Amidst the lottery notifications and the penile enlargement offers, an email from the Baja Region caught his eye. He read it quickly—a job offer—and glanced at his wall calendar. Yes, it had been just about five years since he’d been sent up here in forced exile after that mess he made in Florida.
Officially, he wasn’t eligible for a transfer for another couple of months, but evidently others had been waiting for his punishment, or cooling-off period, or whatever else they wanted to call it, to end, as well. Maybe they could push it through early, because it was definitely time to move on.
He rubbed his chest and told himself the dull ache was simply a beer bubble that hadn’t made it to the surface yet. Maybe Perdido Bay wouldn’t want him back, but it looked like Baja did. He fired off an inquiry about the job description then took another long draught.
His thoughts drifted back to the auction again. He recalled the way Mackenzie stared at him through her impossibly long lashes then bristled when she got caught, how she squared her lovely shoulders against him as she knew how much he was dying to run the tips of his fingers over her flesh. As he remembered her sweet scent, her fiery green eyes and her silky softness upon his hand, his cock swelled.
The desk chair creaked when he reached into his pants to adjust himself. This was the same hand he’d used to touch her just a short time ago. He hardened further and stroked himself in a slow rhythm, up and down his length, thinking about her sassy spirit, the taste of her mouth and how her body responded to his touch like a beautiful instrument in his hands. He gripped himself tighter. Ah, yes. Naked underneath that flirty skirt with purple panties in her purse. Oh God, and out there in the taxi line. He closed his eyes and imagined pushing himself into her warmth, feeling her tighten around him. As he strained his head back, a powerful surge of pleasure pulsed out over his belly. He held himself a few moments longer as his cock softened in his hand.
Maybe he could?—
For chrissake, who was he fooling? There was no way any sort of relationship would work. Just being around her would put her life in danger. He couldn’t possibly take that risk.
He shoved the chair away from the desk, marched down the hallway and took a quick shower to wash away the idiotic fantasy. He had retrieved his cell phone from her and had fun doing it. End of story. It would be best if he simply forgot abouther. Blood tie or no blood tie. She hadn’t had much of his blood so the effects should fade away quickly for her.
