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“Mmm, s’good.”
“I know, baby. I know.” I take her mouth and feel her come awake slowly. When she does, she stiffens but not out of shock. She’s having an orgasm before she can stop herself, her hips riding my dick as she gasps and moans in my mouth and through our kiss. When it’s all over, I let her lay on top of me until she starts to dose back off, and wonder if she’ll remember me giving her an orgasm when she wakes up in the morning.
Then the alarm starts blaring and she’s jerking awake and sitting up on top of me.
“What is that?” She whispers it. I sit up too and reach for the nightstand where I keep my gun. When she sees it, her eyes become bigger and she rolls her lips around her teeth to nervously chew on them.
I sit her on the side of the bed, “Stay put.”
I use my thumb to pop her lips out from between her teeth so I can drop a kiss on them before I leave. Then I come back and give her a real kiss, one deep and sensual as our tongues play back and forth. If I’m going into danger, I want the taste of Birdie on my tongue.
Chapter Eleven
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Birdie
The worst part of the whole thing that’s going on right now, is the waiting. The not knowing is killing me. And then I hear gunshots. I squeal and grab the covers to hold tight against me almost in tears thinking about Gareth out there in danger. Because of me.
And then he comes in, in a flurry. “Get dressed, baby. My Captain and Waylen are coming and there’s not a chance in hell they are going to see you like this.”
I look down at myself and wonder what is wrong with the way I look. Gareth must read my mind because he goes on.
“Sweetheart, you have my shirt on with no bra, tiny as fuck panties that are covered in both our cum and you look like you’ve spent the night fucking,” his words make my eyes grow wide with memories of what happened right before the alarms went off.
“But…I was like this in front of you.”
“And look at what we just did. Besides, who do you think they’re going to think you were fucking, sweetheart.”
My mouth pops open in a big round ‘o’ and my heart does a funny jerk at his words. “And you don’t want them to think we’re doing anything?”
Maybe it’s because I’m a job to him and he’s not really supposed to mix business with pleasure. If I did in fact give him pleasure. He said my panties would be covered in both me and him which makes it seem like he liked it too.
“Hell no!” he pulls back to stare down into my face with a look of anger on his face, “I don’t want anyone seeing you even slightly looking like you’ve come undone. That’s just for me to see. And I would hate to have to kill my Captain and my partner.”
And then he’s gone, and I’m left trying to figure out what exactly he meant and what exactly we did right before. Because it felt like…feels like we did…a lot. I reach down under the hem of my shirt and feel myself over my panties. They’re soaked.
I try to stay out of the way while the three men talk and come up with a plan.
“You think they’ll try again?” The captain asks Gareth.
“I do. I think this was recon for something bigger.”
“How do you want to play it?”
I open my computer to get some work done even though it’s hard to stay focused during all of this. Then I call and check in on my mom once it's fully day outside.
“How are you doing honey?”
“My head feels a lot better today?” I steer clear of any mention of the early morning visit from the two men or the fact that Mr. Huxley was murdered. I don’t want her to worry or, God forbid, come back into the middle of all of this.
After speaking with my mom, I order some clothes and make a few more calls. I have no idea how long being undercover is going to take. A few days, a month. I know Gareth canceled class for the week, so I don’t have to worry about going anywhere for a few days. If I can talk my friend into bringing Brownie to me then I won’t have to leave at all.
How long can I stay hidden in Gareth’s house? How long can he protect me? It can’t last forever. I try to just stay focused on what I have to do instead of worrying about all the unanswerable questions I have.
It’s getting late in the day when Gareth comes in. I’m still on the couch working. I finally got lost in what I was doing, and the day got away with me. I really wanted to make dinner tonight since Gareth has made breakfast and dinner for me ever since I came here. He comes to stand in front of me.
“You alright?”
