Page 18 of Her Guilty Protector
“And a walk outside....”
“One thing at a time.”
Vance is in a meeting, but Evie has us talk with her network guys and they confirm that I can work from the cabin without worry of being traced. After confirming my knowledge base and talking tech for thirty minutes I feel almost human. Then Vance gets on the line giving his approval and another hour is spent talking with the team who’ve been working on the case. They have a couple other big cases going and my help and personal knowledge on this one is gratefully accepted.
Suddenly, I’m energized and feel useful. Worthwhile. Hawke watches over me all afternoon, bringing drinks and insisting I get up and move around every forty minutes. At five he makes me quit and we do my exercises. Then cook dinner together. Our poker games are more equal this evening making me wonder if he’s been losing on purpose.
“You get thirty minutes on the computer while I do a perimeter check. Then it’s shower and bed.”
“Tomorrow, you’ll take me outside? You said we’re secure here.”
“Let me think on it.”
He heads to the door, pauses, and comes back, taking me in his arms to kiss me. I almost don’t recognize the taciturn man who’s spent a lifetime hiding behind his walls. I love both parts of him and understand the whole so much more. He has so much love to give, but rejection and growing up hard and fast taught him to hide his gentler side. But it’s still there. More and more, he’s letting me in.
I open my laptop. Something’s been nagging at me since Hawke and I had our conversation about Allen. The feeling that Iamthe one who got away keeps going through my mind. What if I wasn’t the first woman he stalked and then stole from? What if I was supposed to die and I really am the one who got away.
What if my accidental death was part of his plan all along. When I didn’t die, he had to try a second time. Maybe the goal was always to steal my work, then dispose of me. I was an easy mark. My parents were gone and my brother was deployed a lot. No one to get in the way.
I start my search looking for female students who disappeared or died unexpectedly from my college and within a one-hundred miles radius. Then cross reference to see if any of them were in programming and if they tutored.
My phone vibrates. It’s Hawke telling me five minutes and I better be off the computer when he gets inside. It’s time for bed. I smile. Bed sounds like fun.
My connection is moving at a snail’s pace anyway. In the morning I’ll contact the office and see if someone there can initiate the inquiry on their system.
Hawke’s unmistakable two raps on the door bring a smile to my lips. I glance at the camera feed and rise to meet him. His presence sends all my thoughts of code and programs into the wind.
There is only one thing I want to focus on right now and it’s my man. It hits me. He’s my balance. My life. All I need.
Wrapping one arm around my waist, he lifts me, before shutting the door, locking it, setting the alarm and toeing off his boots. “Need you. Now. Shower.”
Pausing outside the bathroom, he pulls off his shirt then mine, dropping them to the floor. My sweatpants are half off when he sets me on the counter to finish disrobing me. The rest of his clothes land in a pile at his feet.
“Hawke, I’m... you had to hold me the last time.”
“Babe, my ruck sack is heavier than you. Leaning into the shower, he turns on the water and adjusts the temperature. Then pulls a condom from his discarded jeans and rolls it on his already engorged cock before lifting me and stepping us into the shower. The warm water splashes on my shoulders and soaks my hair.
“Wrap your arms around my neck and hook your legs on my hips.” He leans my shoulders against the tiles. “I’ve got you, just relax. There is nothing for you to do but enjoy. This is another good position for you. And I need you hard, babe.”
He holds me with one arm under my ass like I weigh nothing. Then leans down and suckles my nipple. “Damn, you are sweet. I love the little moans you make when you like how I touch you.”
Slipping a hand between us, he teases my nub with his thumb as he gives my other nipple attention. My arms are wrapped around his neck and shoulders. “Yes. Yes, that feels good.”
“Gonna make you feel even better, babe.”
He lines his cock at my entrance and slowly pushes forward filling me so good. I moan.
“Systems check. You, okay? Your hip, okay?”
“Yes.”
“Am I supporting your leg enough? Is the angle okay?”
“Yes.”
“Is my...”
“Fuck me, Hawke. I need you to fuck me.”
