Page 31 of Guarding Grace (Hawk Security #2)

Grace

I looked over at my new boyfriend as we drove behind Winston toward Terry’s apartment. The square cut of Terry’s jaw, the stubble, the wide shoulders and brawny arms filling out the black leather flight jacket… Yes, Marci had been right. Terry was as masculine as they came.

Best of all, he was mine, my boyfriend. I loved giving him that label. If he could claim me, I could claim him. Fair was fair.

Terry felt the shooting had raised the danger level a few notches and decided he needed help guarding me, so Winston had joined us in the afternoon.

However, Terry had vetoed the idea of Winston staying in the apartment with us.

Instead, he was going to be street-level security tonight.

The big ex-FBI agent had merely shrugged, as if staying up all night in a car on the street was a normal assignment.

“Are you hungry?” Terry asked as Winston pulled to the curb ahead of us outside the gym Terry lived above.

“Sure am.” I gave my man a knowing smirk, but he wasn’t looking my way and probably thought I was talking about food. All afternoon, I’d had something else entirely on my mind. Ever since he’d suggested it, I hadn’t been able to get the idea of Terry stripping me naked on my desk out of my head.

Sure, the decision to not attempt it with all my employees just on the other side of the door was a logical one. But that didn’t stop me from squirming in my chair all afternoon fantasizing about it.

I used to stay completely focused at work, but Terry had upended everything, and this afternoon, nothing I’d done to put him out of my mind had worked.

I had never considered myself a risk taker, but the thought of attempting something so taboo as office sex gave me an unexpected thrill.

Twice I almost called Terry in to try out the fantasy.

Inside the garage, Terry parked the Porsche and took my hand after he shut down the engine. “You’ll be safe here tonight.”

Meeting his eyes, I squeezed his hand. “I know.” Why was it that every time we touched, I felt a zing of excitement? Maybe Terry was some kind of a male-pheromone factory. Then I could call my response logical.

He released me and hit the button to close the garage door. We were finally alone.

As I opened my door and got out, safety was the last thing on my mind. “You know what I’m hungry for?”

“Chinese?” he asked as he climbed out and shut his door.

Clueless. I moved to the front of the car and patted the hood. “I think we should start working on that list you’ve been making.”

Hungry eyes devoured me as he strode my way. “I like the way you think, Kitten.” A second later, he lifted me and set my butt down on the hood.

I hiked my skirt, spread my legs, and pulled him close. I quickly had second thoughts. “This isn’t going to work.”

He’d started to attack the buttons of my blouse. “Sure it is. You just lie back and let me do all the work.”

“Stop.” I pushed at his shoulders. “It’s too hot. The engine’s too hot.” It had taken a few seconds to register the amount of heat coming through the hood of the car.

Laughing, he quickly lifted me off. “I guess we’ll save this for later.” He grabbed my thighs and lifted me until I was nose to nose with him. “Hot ass is right. I may have to strip you down and check for burns.”

“So now you want to play doctor?” It wasn’t as funny as it sounded. My backside was on fire. It hadn’t helped that my thong didn’t give me any insulation back there.

“It will be cooler in an hour or two.”

“Are you sure you want to wait that long?” I certainly didn’t seal my mouth over his to express myself.

He growled into my mouth as the kiss replicated the last one we’d had.

I came up for air first. “Are we going to stay here all day, or go upstairs and get busy? ”

A smile formed on his handsome face as he looked to the side. “I have a better idea.”

“The backseat of the Mustang?” I guessed.

“I thought we were going for adventurous here? Everybody has sex in the backseat of a car.” He waddled with me clinging to him. “You’ve got me hard as steel. You know that, right?”

I nodded. “And I’m wet as a river for you.”

He set me down by the motorcycle.

I hadn’t had sex on a bike before. Actually, there was a pretty much infinite list of places I hadn’t had sex before, including the backseat of a car. “This is one big bike,” I said as I hiked up my skirt to pull the thong off. The motor was monstrous.

He undid his belt. “This is a Triumph Rocket 3.” He yanked down his zipper. “The engine is twice the size of a Harley’s and leaves those pussies in the dust.” It was just like Terry to have the biggest, baddest ride around. “I remember this one time?—”

“Shut up and fuck me already on your rocket.” This was too much talking and not enough action for my flaming libido. “Bossy much?” he asked as he swung his leg over and settled onto the seat,

I started to shuck off my heels.

“Keep ’em on, baby,” he commanded. He struggled to shimmy his pants down enough to free his monster cock.

Peyton had been right that I wanted to lick and suck him until he couldn’t take it any longer. It would be no different than our other competitions. Even if I were on my knees, I would still be in charge. He would be at my mercy for a change.

He stroked himself and pulled out a condom. Sucking him off would have to wait. I put one shoe back on.

He rolled the latex down. “Hop on, Kitten, and ride the rocket, if you dare.”

I hiked my skirt up, but couldn’t figure out how to climb over. So he lifted me like I weighed nothing.

Grabbing his cock to position myself, I giggled. “Rocket. That’s his new name.”

“I can live with that.”

As he settled me on his enormous cock, a gasp stopped my giggles. He stretched me once again, in that most pleasurable way. Then he started working me up and down. I ground into him with each thrust. This was exactly what I’d craved and denied myself this afternoon.

He attacked my buttons again, and I took over lifting up and driving down as he undid my bra and freed my breasts from their confinement. “ You have the greatest breasts, baby.” He leaned forward and took one sensitive nipple into his mouth.

Spearing a hand in his hair, I guided him to the other breast between moans of pleasure. “Don’t stop.” I clawed at his shoulders as I rode him and climbed the mountain toward my climax.

He lavished attention on my breasts before moving up my neck to my ear. “You feel so fucking good, baby,” he said between pants. “It’s like you were made for me.”

I yanked his hair and gave him a quick kiss. “You too, Rambo.”

He picked up speed to a point where I worried I couldn’t take it anymore. “Come for me, baby.”

“I’m gonna?—”

He forced a finger between us and rubbed my clit.

That launched me, trembling over the precipice. “Oh my God.”

Grabbing my hips, he powered into me two more times and then held deep. With my inner muscles still rippling around him, I felt the throb of his cock as he spilled his release inside me.

A minute later, limply leaning into him, I took a deep breath. “I think we can scratch the motorcycle off the list.”

He laughed. “Not so fast. Next time, we do it while we’re moving.”

I joined his laugh. “You’re certifiable.”

“And you love it.”

I sat back, with Rocket still inside me, and ran my nails down Terry’s chest. “Maybe a little.”

After dinner, we were on the sectional trying to choose a movie when my phone announced a text.

“Leave it,” Terry urged.

“It’s probably work. I should get it.” I pulled away from him, stood, and found the phone in my purse.

He tugged my hand to pull me back to him. “I find your dedication to your company sexy.”

I shot him a smile. “Thank you.” That was probably the nicest thing anybody had said to me in a long time. “They’re my family.”

Opening up the phone, the message contained an image.

I expanded it. It was a picture of my neighbor, Millie. She looked scared. This had come from an unknown number.

Two more messages arrived. I read them, and my vision started to blur. Fear froze me. My hand went limp, and the phone fell to the floor.

Terry

I rushed over to Grace when she dropped the phone. “What is it?” I asked frantically as I held her up in case a fainting spell was next.

“Millie,” she sobbed as she pointed at the ground. “They have Mille.”

After settling Grace back on the sectional, I picked up her phone. My blood boiled with anger.

After two pictures of an older woman I assumed was Millie came the threatening texts.

UNKNOWN: How do you feel about your neighbor?

UNKNOWN: Give me your cousin or she pays the price.

“Who is she?” I demanded.

Grace looked at me blankly. “My neighbor, Mrs. Finn.”

I pulled out my phone, put it on speaker, and dialed Lucas.

“Hawk,” he answered after one ring.

“Victor just sent a text to Grace threatening her neighbor lady, Mrs. Finn.”

“Shit,” I heard Zane say in the background. “Is that the one who has her door open all the time?”

“I’ve warned her,” Grace said with a nod. “But she won’t listen. Her name is Millie Finn.”

“I’ll send Constance right now,” Lucas said.

I liked the idea. The former Secret Service agent was well-versed in personal protection.

“I’ll go,” Zane said firmly.

Lucas didn’t overrule him. “What exactly did he write, and how do we know it was Victor?”

I read him the messages Grace had gotten and told him about the photos. “It’s an unknown number, which isn’t definitive either way, but who else would it be?”

“Probably right,” Lucas agreed.

Grace grabbed her phone back, dialed, and juggled it on her shoulder while slipping into her shoes. “She’s not answering her phone,” she yelled after a moment, exasperated. “We have to go help her.”

“Zane is already on the way,” Lucas said .

I grabbed Grace’s arm. She wasn’t thinking clearly. “We stay here. We can’t walk into a trap.”

“But—”

“No buts. We stay.”

“I agree,” Lucas agreed. “Stay put for now. Zane will report as soon as he’s on location.”

Grace sighed and stomped into the kitchen, dialing the phone again.

Hanging up with Lucas, I followed her.

She was at the counter. “Millie, you gotta call me back right away,” she said. “No joke. This is an emergency.” After hanging up, she hunched over and cried.

I turned her around and pulled her close. “Zane will keep her safe.”

“What if that asshole already has her? She’s not answering.” She sniffled into my chest.

“If he already had her, he would have said so. Or he would have made her call you, like a hostage-video thing.” It wasn’t great, but I didn’t have a better answer for her.

“Zane will be there in no time. And any two-bit hoods Victor would send for her would be no match for a SEAL like Zane. You know that, right?”

She nodded. “Yeah, but I hate that my troubles are putting people, my friends, in danger.”

“It’s nothing you’re doing. You can’t blame yourself. This is all on Elliot.”

Her phone chimed, and when she checked it, she scrambled away to respond to a text. I swore that one way or another, this would be the last time Elliot victimized Grace.

When she returned, her hand trembled. “My life sucks. I need some wine.”

After a few minutes, I got her back to the sectional, where she could lie down comfortably, and I fetched some Advil for her.

She took the tablets without complaint and washed them down with her wine.

The agonized look on her face tore me up. “Stay there and rest. That’s all we can do until we hear from Zane.

“But what if?—”

“Stop,” I said, cutting her off. “Negative thoughts don’t help anyone. It’s going to be a shock to hear that gangsters are threatening her?—”

“Because of me,” she complained, draining the rest of her glass.

“Because of Elliot. Now, the best thing is for us to be calm and ready to support her after that news. You do want to help her, don’t you?”

“Of course. ”

I rubbed Grace’s shoulder. “Then rest up and don’t add to her anxiety with your own.”

She settled back on the sectional, avoiding putting pressure on her wound. She lifted her arm toward me. “Will you join me? I need to be held.”

“Sure, Kitten. But no funny business. I need to be ready for Zane’s call.”

“I promise.”

I situated myself next to her as best I could with an arm over her waist, careful to keep fabric between us and keep my cock under control.