Page 17 of Her Guilty Protector
“Now Hawke, now I need to feelyouinside me.”
He notches himself, grabs the headboard next to my hand and supports my hips with the other as he slowly fills me. I feel so full at first. He waits, ever patient, and strokes my body, cupping my breast, teasing my nipple, then slowly moving inch by inch, pausing to let me adjust. Going deeper and growing harder as we meld together as one.
“Damn. You feel so good. The way you grip me like you were made just for me. Laney, you are so responsive, so beautiful. So perfect. I love you, Laney. I will always love you. I will always protect you.”
“You’ve owned me for ten years. Now you’re mine,” I counter back.
“Yours. And you’re mine.”
“Yes. Yours and always faithful.”
Flexing his hips to our personal rhythm, the pressure builds until we come one right after the other. Carefully, he helps me lay down then gets a warm cloth to clean me before climbing in beside me. “You want to sleep on your side or back?”
“Side, if you’ll cuddle to my back.”
He helps me roll onto my good side and slips a pillow between my legs. The amount of knowledge he has of my condition tells me more than all the words he could use. His love is real. Just like mine for him.
We make love again when we wake. The shower is a tight fit, leading to a lot of accidental bumps, rubs and groping. We’re both content when we leave.
It’s late afternoon of the third day. I’m more content than I’ve ever been. I’m here, alone with Hawke. We’ve made love, snuggled, made love. He’s insatiable, but I am too. I waited so long. I just can’t get enough of him.
The love we share is almost tangible. It surrounds us. He no longer hides his feelings and he’s so attentive and surprisingly sweet. The world tried to harden him, yet the thoughtful, protective boy who sat on the fire escape in case his mom needed him, is still inside.
I’m getting restless. I want out of the cabin. I’m trapped in all these open spaces that I can’t explore. I’m a prisoner. I want a normal life. I am so sick and tired of always looking over my shoulder and expecting the worse.
I need to work. I don’t do idle very well. Since running and even hiking are off my plate, work is what has kept my mind engaged through all my recoveries. In the three days we’ve beenhere I’ve already read five books and beat him at poker sixty-five percent of our games. I rub my forehead.
“Are you okay? Are you dizzy? Have a headache? We need to watch for these things.”
“Not dizzy, and the headache is very mild and is probably from boredom rather than the injury. I need something to do. Could we get an update? Would you ask your boss if there is anything I can be researching from here to help find Allen?”
He raises a brow. “You’re supposed to be relaxing, doing your exercises and healing.”
“Look, Sarge. You have timers on your watch to make me do my exercises and I haven’t missed one.
“You go out several times a day to check perimeter and your traps and get fresh air. That’s what you do.
“You won’t even let me sit on the porch to get fresh air. I’m going stir crazy. I need a change of scenery or at the least something to do. Preferably both.
“I develop programs to find things, people, information. I love my research. It’s all I have. I need to engage my brain. Please.”
“No one in your office is going to know Allen better than I do. If they can get me a secure line, I could be helping.
“In fact, I was talking to the nice lady at your work, Evie, about what I do for a living. She seemed to think my master’s degree in computer science and development could be a good fit for Halo Security. They’re always looking for qualified people. This would be a great way to show them what I can do.
“She said they have terrific benefits. I could do contract work, mostly work on my own. Maybe sometimes with a team on a larger project. She said they could accommodate my injuries.
“I couldn’t handle full time in the beginning, but if I could set my own hours. Like for the nights I can’t sleep. Sitting in bed and working helps take my mind off ‘me’ and my pity party of one.She assured me they screen all clients and any personal contact would be at the office or secure online.
“I lost all my clients with the first injury, and I’m sure I won’t have many of my new clients left when I get back from this one. I need something...”
“So, Evie’s already recruiting you?” Hawke shakes his head.
“She was so easy to talk to. It felt like we were old friends. Like a best friend I hadn’t seen in forever and we were just catching up. Everything just kind of spilled out.
“I need to feel useful. I need... I’m not a victim.”
His gaze holds mine. “No, you aren’t. We need an update. We can check in with Vance, see what he says. If he agrees we’ll go from there.”
