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He shrugs a shoulder, lifting the glass to his lips and downing the last of it. “Don’t they all?” It’s not really a question, and I narrow my eyes, scrutinizing him closer. I can’t imagine how difficult it must be to protect women in similar situations. Tosavethose women, especially when he couldn’t save the one woman who truly mattered to him.
And yet, this case—Emilia’s case—is getting to him more than the others have. Perhaps because she’s Hadley’s friend or because they’re both staying here—a familiar place for Kai, rather than some bland, impersonal safe house. Or maybe it’s because the two of them have been spending so much time alone together. Usually, we rotate guards to ensure no unhealthy attachments form and to provide better protection—fresh eyes and all that—but this case isn’t like any of the others we’ve had, leaving Kai to shoulder most of the responsibility on his own.
I momentarily consider getting someone else to take over for him so he can have a much-needed break, but I quickly dismiss it. Not only would it take precious time to get a new guy up to speed, but Hadley was right to ask Kai in the first place. I wouldn’t trust anyone else to look after Emilia the way he will.
“Is there anything you need? I can—”
“It’s fine.” Kai pushes to his feet, setting his glass in the sink. “I just need to catch this guy.” Deciding to forgo the glass, he grabs the neck of the scotch bottle, dangling it between his fingers as he strides toward the door.
Before he can disappear, I call out, “I’m here if you ever need to talk.” All I get is a nod and a finger wave before he disappears up to his room.
Most of the time, it’s easy to forget that Kai has been to hell and back. That, in his twenty-five years, he’s experienced more horror than most people witness in a lifetime. I make a note to sit down with him tomorrow and actually discuss Emilia’s case, see what leads he’s eliminated, and which ones he still needs to track down. I’ve been so busy avoiding all things Emilia that I haven’t had a proper check-in with him, and as his superior, that’s not acceptable, even if this is an off-the-books job.
I sit at the kitchen table for a while longer, contemplating everything before deciding to call it a night. Perhaps everything will look brighter in the morning. Climbing the stairs to my bedroom, I hover at the top of them, staring up the stairwell to the floor above and debating going to check on Emilia. Then again, most likely similar to Kai, she’d rather be left alone.
Turning my back on the stairs, I head into my room and close the door behind me, tossing my backpack filled with textbooks on the bed. That’s when I hear it. A pained whimper coming from the jack-and-jill bathroom I share with Wilder. On silent feet, I quickly cover the distance and slide open the bathroom door, freezing in my tracks at what I see.
Wilder’s bare ass stares back at me as he fucks some broad over the bathroom counter. Horrified and in desperate need of bleaching my eyes out, I turn away, and it’s only then that I notice the color of the girl’s hair. Black. Turning back around, I mentally block out the way Wilder is thrusting into her as I run my eyes over what I can view of her body. At this angle, I can’t see her face. All I can make out is the sweat beading along her skin beneath the harsh bathroom lights. However, the longer I watch, I realize it couldn’t possibly be anyone but her. Wilder came home with me, and even though he may be pissed at her, he wouldn’t put Emilia’s life at risk by inviting some unknown chick back to the house. We very rarely—if ever—bring girls back here. There’s no need when we have the frat house.
If I still had any doubt as to who Wilder was currently fucking, his next words obliterate it.
“Are you going to be a good girl and cream all over my dick, Angel?”
So much for his insistence that he wasn’t going to fuck her.I roll my eyes at how fucking easily he gave in.
Emilia’s whimpered, “Yes,” along with the visual the two of them are currently offering, have my cock instantly hard.
“Say it.”
“I’ll be a good girl. I’m going to come so hard. I just need you to fuck me, Wilder. Please.”
His sharp command and her needy response ratchet up my desire. Neither of them seem to have spotted me lurking in the doorway, too engrossed in one another to care even if the house started to crumble around them. So, deciding to stay and watch the show, I unbutton my pants and push them down enough to palm my heavy cock.
I watch them go at it, him driving her insane, as I slide my palm up and down my length in time to his thrusts, pretending I’m the one fucking her instead of him. The entire time, my eyes stay focused on her, but Wilder’s larger frame blocks most of my visibility. Shifting to get a better view, I notice Wilder’s thrusts are shallow and teasing, and then glancing down to where their bodies connect, I realize he’s not actually fucking her. He’s fuckingwithher.
“God, I can feel how badly you want me.” Beneath his angry snarl, his voice is strained, and I can tell by the tightness in his shoulders and neck that he’s struggling to hold himself back.Huh, guess I was wrong about him lacking self-control.He’s got the restraint of a fucking priest. No sane, red-blooded man could say no when the object of his desire is bent over in front of him, soaking wet and begging to be fucked. “You’d do just about anything I asked of you right now, wouldn’t you?”
“Anything.” Emilia sounds halfway delirious, and I can tell she’s oblivious to the threat hanging in Wilder’s words.
“Too bad you wouldn’t have done anything to have me four years ago.”
As Wilder steps away from her, she turns her head just enough for me to see the side of her face. Her cheeks are flushed a deep red, her eyes glassy as she blinks several times, struggling to process his words. “W-what?”
I can still see his arm flexing as he plays with her clit, his other hand pinning her to the counter. A part of me wonders if I should intervene, and I’m still making up my mind when Emilia begins to tremble with an oncoming orgasm. Before she can reach it, though, Wilder pulls his hand away. Without him there to hold her up, she sags against the counter, her body boneless as she sobs.
Wilder stands and watches her with a cold, despondent look in his eye and a sneer carved into his lips that momentarily makes me fearful for her, and I make a mental note never to leave him here alone with her. Whatever the fuck is going on with him when it comes to her is only escalating.
“You see, you aren’t a good girl, Emilia, and bad girls don’t deserve to come.”
He gives her a dismissive once over as he yanks his jeans up and tucks himself away before heading for the door that leads into his bedroom. The second the door closes behind him, I refocus my attention on the sobbing, trembling, broken-looking girl on my bathroom floor.
It only takes a split second for me to make up my mind before I put my still hard dick away and step into the room, making my presence known as I walk toward her.
“Go away, Wilder. I can’t cope with you right now.”
Ignoring her scathing words and despondent tone, I crouch down behind her, pressing my knees into the floor on either side of her hips. I gently brush her hair away from the damp skin of her neck and press my lips to her ear. “Shh, Little Sparrow. I’m here to give you what you need.”
She startles at my voice, lifting her head to stare up at me through long, wet eyelashes. “H-hawk?”
