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He laughed. “Blue, cheddar, or pepperjack.”
“Oooh, goodie. I’m a girl who likes choices. Do I get a choice of sleeping companions?”
Involuntarily he growled, which made her laugh. “Not a chance. You will no longer be sleeping alone or with anyone else. Got it?”
“Got it. I doubt any of them have as big a dick as yours.”
“Baby, it ain’t the size of the dick, it’s what you can do with it.”
That made her laugh uproariously. “Don’t you believe it. It is most definitely the size of the dick. A girl can train a man how to use it, but no kind of miracle grow will make it any larger than the one your mama gave you.”
As soon as they hit the highway, he turned his lights on and brought their speed back down to the speed limit before getting in the lane that would give him the maximum ability to maneuver to another lane, onto the shoulder or off the highway via an exit.
“So far, so good,” she said taking a look in the mirror before positioning it so he could use it.
Fletch let the navigation system take them to the safehouse. After a while he felt safe enough to drive with one hand on the wheel and the other on the gear shift, with an eye to moving it further to the left to rest on her thigh. But before he could he felt her hand rest on top of his. His dick wanted her to move it further to the right so that her hand rested on top of it. But as he often said, his dick was a greedy bastard, and he would just have to settle for the sweetness of the gesture she’d made in wanting to reestablish a connection with him.
Finally, they pulled into the drive of the safehouse and made their way down to what had once been a cloister for nuns up through World War II. It had then been turned into a hospital and when the war was over, it had been left to lie and await a new purpose—a secure safehouse for his team and anyone needing their protection.
He would need to tell the team in the morning that their mission had switched from retrieving the necklace to keeping Mia and Claire safe. He would negotiate with the authorities, the insurance companies and those they’d robbed, but as of tonight, Claire and Mia were out of the vigilante justice business.
Mia came barreling out of the house as they pulled up, launching herself at Claire.
Fletch looked at Carter. “Next time, she doesn’t leave the house until you’ve made sure we’re still secure.”
“What the fuck happened?” asked Joe Baxter, his second in command. He’d been with Fletch during the war, and when his tour had been up, he’d joined his old commander’s fledgling security firm.
“Someone sent a hit squad. They were well-armed and well-prepared. If it hadn’t been for Claire and her escape tunnel, I’m not sure we could have held them off until the cavalry arrived.”
Claire wrapped her arm around Mia, and they headed into the house. He caught up with them and disengaged Claire from Mia, who he thrust at Carter.
“Get her back inside and see that she stays there.” He watched them return to the abbey and detained Claire until they were alone. “All that shit back in the SUV about burgers and the like?”
She took his face in her hands and kissed him deeply. “I knew all I had to do was turn it over to you and you’d get us to safety. I figured I’d just lighten the mood. I never doubted you for a minute. How about you find us a bed and fuck me into oblivion?”
Realizing she was barefoot, he scooped her up into his arms and carried her into the house. It seemed his night was far from over, but he could handle this. There would be a lot to figure out come morning, but for right now, Claire was safe here with him, but more importantly, in his arms and headed for his bed.
CHAPTER17
CLAIRE
From the moment he’d trusted her to get them out of the millhouse right up until he’d lifted her into his arms as if she weighed nothing, she’d felt safe, protected, and cherished. Poppi had always made her feel loved, but he’d wanted her strong and capable. She’d known he felt somehow responsible for her parents’ death, and she had suspected Sir Godfrey, or someone close to him, had something to do with it, although he’d never struck her as a killer. But why on earth would he have wanted to kill her parents or Poppi for that matter?
“Are you with me Claire? Are you in shock? Are you hungry?” Fletch asked, his voice filled with concern.
“Huh?”
“I asked if you were hungry.”
“I thought we covered that outside. I want you and your big dick in a bed and fucking me until I’ve screamed this place down around your ears and fall asleep exhausted with you still deep inside me. Any questions?”
The small group of men and Mia who had been creating a general buzz from people checking with each other and making sure they were secure went silent.
“That goes for the rest of you,” she said. “Well, not the fucking me or big dicks, but does anyone at all have any questions about what it is I want?”
“No, brat, I think you’ve made that perfectly clear,” Fletch said, heading up the stairs with laughter and catcalls floating up from the main floor.
“Let me guess,” she teased, “another thing we’re going to have a long talk about…”
