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Thirteen
LAETH
I wantedto slam my bedroom door to release some of the frustration that had been building up inside me for too long now, but it wasn’t worth the cost of potentially waking Cash up.
Instead, I closed it carefully and moved to my bed, sitting on the edge of the mattress as I massaged my temples.
You can’t fire her, I told myself, repeating the words over and over in my head like a mantra.
You can’t fire her. You can’t fire her. You can’t fire her.
Because if I did, Gage and Jensen would never let me live that down. They’d mess with me relentlessly, insisting it was because I wanted in her pants when I didn’t.
Well, I did. I was a red-blooded man after all, and she was a walking pinup, but it was never going to happen. I wasn’t going to be that guy anymore, the one everyone in Redemption thought I was. The reputation I had might have been my own damn fault, but I was resolved to change it.
After a long day that felt like it was never going to end, all I wanted to do was come home, see how Deva’s first day with Cash went, then take a nice, hot shower before falling into bed and passing the fuck out.
I’d followed the strange whirring sound down the hall to her room, and all my plans for the night flew out the window when I got my first look at what Deva looked like when she was dressed down for the evening.
All that wild red hair was piled on top of her head in a sloppy knot with tendrils falling loose to frame her face. The pajama shorts she was wearing weren’t indecent by any standard, but the way the silky material hugged her ass left little to the imagination. The matching top had thin, delicate looking straps, leaving so much more skin visible than she’d shown the two other times I’d seen her.
And fuck me if every inch wasn’t a creamy, smooth alabaster that looked so soft to the touch it made my hands itch to reach out and touch it.
When she turned around, hitting me with those big doe eyes, I had to fight back my dick’s desire to get hard.
Then she smiled.
That was all it took for me to lose the battle. Those straight white teeth gleamed behind plump pink lips. And those damn dimples... I wanted to tangle my fingers in her hair and jerk her head back, holding her in place as I flicked them with the tip of my tongue.
She looked so happy over a sheet, for Christ’s sake, her smile so big and bright—even brighter than the material she was clutching like it was spun gold—it nearly lit the room.
How the hell had I not seen all of that beauty beneath that frumpy dress and frizzy hair that first day? I’d noticedsomething, it had been understated and casual. But now it was so much more. And as if that wasn’t enough, there was an innocence to her that made a man’s protective instincts boil to the surface.
I didn’t know how to describe all the different feelings she evoked inside of me. I wanted to defile her, tarnish that prettyinnocence behind closed doors until neither of us could breathe, creating something wild and animalistic that was just for me, while the other half of me wanted to protect her from all the bad in the world outside.
But then she showed me a side that I hadn’t known existed, and damn if it didn’t get the blood pumping in my veins.
I knew the woman was no doormat from her interview, but who knew the scared Bambi had so much sass and attitude lying beneath the surface. I knew I was behaving like an asshole, pushing her buttons and feeding the argument just for the hell of it, but something about the way those gold and green eyes flashed with anger got me off in a very big way. The way her pillowy lips formed around those sassy words, the way she cocked her hip out, her stance screaming:don’t fuck with me, because I’ll fight back, was an addiction I was all too happy to feed into at that moment.
I’d finally forced myself to put a stop to it when the sight of her standing her ground, glaring daggers, nearly had me reaching out and yanking her against me so I could feast on her delectable mouth.
The she’d called out about dinner waiting in the oven, like she couldn’t help but to latch onto that caregiver role despite being pissed at me.
She really was something else.
“Jesus, Harker,” I groused under my breath as I rubbed the tension from the back of my neck. “Get your shit together already. She’s just a woman, for Christ’s sake.”
Rising to my feet, I stripped my clothes off on my way to the bathroom, dropping them on the floor in a trail as I went. I cranked the water up as hot as I could stand it and climbed in, letting out a sigh as I stood beneath the steady stream, letting it beat against the aching muscles in my back.
Then, with no other way to get my unruly dick under control, I fisted it tightly and jerked off to images of Deva on the backs of my eyelids, my favorite one being the image of her on her knees at my feet, those puffy lips stretched around my cock as I fucked her pretty little mouth, until I spilled myself all over the tiles. With that particular tension taken care of, I made quick work of showering the day off my body and climbed out, toweling off before throwing on a pair of underwear and some sweats and tiptoeing through the house to Cash’s room.
I let out a sigh of relief when I saw Deva’s door was still closed, and cracked Cash’s open far enough to step inside.
Sneaking into his room every night to watch him sleep for a while had become my routine over the past month. There was something about watching his little chest rise and fall and his lips purse each time he let out a breath that soothed the jagged edges inside of me. It was better than any drink had ever been.
It still amazed me on a daily basis that I was responsible for creating that little human being.
