Connecting with a woman was nothing he’d ever allowed himself to do. Did everything in his power to avoid.
And it was all he wanted to do with this woman.
But Eva was already overwhelmed.
She needed a break.
“What kind of fun do you have in mind, Tatum?” He thrust into her fist, watching as her eyes widened.
“The fun kind.” Her gaze locked onto where he fucked her hand as the tip of her tongue slid across her lips.
“That’s a pretty generic request.” He pushed a little harder, sliding the head of his cock against the soft curve of her belly.
“I just don’t want to think about things.” Eva’s other hand found his sack, gently working his nuts as he continued to drive against her palm.
Brock leaned down, a groan pulling free as her grip on him tightened just a little. “Then how about you let me fuck you until you don’t remember any of those things.”
Her head bobbed in a nod. “Let’s do that.” Her legs were already trying to find their way around his waist.
“Hold tight, Sunshine.” Brock leaned to reach for his bag, rolling to one side so he could find the zippered compartment where he stashed the condoms.
Before he had it all the way open, Eva had wiggled her way down the bed. Right as his fingers found a packet, the wet heat of her mouth closed around him, pulling his dick deep between her full lips.
“Fuck.” He dropped the condom and struggled to grab another as she pulled back to slide her tongue across the head of his cock.
“You have a nice penis.” Her eyes skimmed down his length. “Maybe a little crooked.”
“Crooked can work to your benefit.” He laced his fingers in her hair, teeth clenching as she took him in again. The urge to thrust was almost overwhelming as Eva found her rhythm. The sight of her lips pursed around his shaft was the most fucking beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
Her ringed eyes came to his, watching as she forced him toward a climax he didn’t intend to have right now. But stopping her was unthinkable. Having this woman over him, his dick in her mouth as she watched what she did to him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced.
And he’d experienced a lot.
None of it was ever the way it was with Eva. Not even fucking close.
When her hand again found his sack, he had to pull away.
Shooting off in her mouth was not in the plan for today.
Maybe tomorrow, though.
Brock grabbed her by the wrist and tugged her up the bed. “No more.”
Her lips barely quirked. “Were you not having fun, Broccoli?”
“You know damn well I was having fun.” He smiled, rolling them both until her soft body was under his. “But I think we need to pace ourselves. Especially considering you doubt the amount of fun I have to offer you.”
Eva laughed, head tipped back, dark hair spread all around her. “I do doubt your fun abilities.” She reached up, pulling his face close to hers. “But I can probably teach you some things.”
“I’m a quick learner.” Brock snagged the condom he’d left at the edge of the bed and ripped it open before rolling it in place. “But I have a few fun moves already.”
Her brows lifted. “Do you?”
“Um-hm.” Brock slid one hand behind her left knee, pulling it high as he pinned the other leg flat against the mattress. “Wanna see one?”
“I do. I really, really do.” Eva’s fingers speared into his hair as he dragged the head of his dick along the line of her pussy, rubbing across her clit a few times before notching it in place.
He slid into her with one easy move, shifting his hips until her body jerked a little.
There it was.
He pulled out and shoved back in, making sure to hit the spot he’d found.
Eva’s back arched. “What is that?”
“The perks of a crooked dick.” He leaned down to tease one nipple with his tongue. “It can hit spots a straight dick can’t.” He sucked the puckered peak deep as he moved, each thrust of his hips sending Eva’s breasts closer to his mouth. He held her bent leg in place, pushing it wider so he could sink a little deeper.
“The fuck?” Her hands gripped tighter. “Holy shit.”
“Who’s no fun now?”
“I take it all back.” Her eyes rolled shut as a moan slid through her lips. “Don’t stop. I will kill you.”
Brock let his body rest against hers, the closeness allowing him to rub her clit with each thrust. He rolled the tip of one breast between his fingers as he fucked her, the sound of Eva’s cries making his balls ache with the need to come.
“I’m—”
It was all the warning he got before her pussy fisted him tight, her whole body jerking under his as she came, dragging him down with her.
He shoved into her hard and fast as his dick swelled, pouring into the condom between them.
Eva’s hands dropped from his hair, falling to the mattress as she stared up at the ceiling, chest rising and falling in short bursts.
Finally her eyes moved to his.
“Maybe you’re a little fun.”
CHAPTER 18
“THIRD TIME’S A charm.” Brock smiled at her from across the tiny breakfast bar in the kitchen of the suite at headquarters.
Eva forked off a chunk of her biscuits and gravy and shoved it in, chewing as Brock watched her.
Breakfast wasn’t normally her favorite meal of the day. Usually it consisted of tea, coffee, and then more tea, most of it consumed as she ran around the office, helping her team get everything done.
But if Brock was cooking she might reconsider her opinion. “This is actually really good.” She cut another chunk loose with the edge of her fork. “Did you use vegetarian sausage?”
“I used those crumble things you bought and then added the seasonings they put in sausage.” His eyes still hadn’t left her face. “It’s good?”
Eva nodded as she chewed. “Really good.”
Brock straightened, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned back against the stove, smug smile on his face.
“You did get two trial runs though, so...” She lifted one shoulder.
He laughed. It was light and easy and so different from the way he was when she first met him. “Eat your breakfast, Tatum. You’ve gotta go deal with your people.”
She scrunched up her nose. “Chandler’s not my people.”
“He’s your problem, though.” Brock picked up his coffee. “Unless you want me to deal with him.”
Usually an offer like that would have had her spitting mad. The insinuation that she couldn’t deal with this by herself would have rubbed the absolute wrong way.
But Brock knew the truth. Knew damn well she would handle this and only offered because that’s what he should do. Eva gave him a smile. “I can handle him just fine all by myself.”
“Didn’t doubt it for a minute.” He nodded to her plate. “Eat. We gotta go.”
She went back to her breakfast without arguing, because damn him it really was good.
An hour later they were showered and dressed and heading across the walkway to the main building. “What are you doing while I’m dealing with Chandler and Mona?”
“We have an all-team meeting scheduled.” Brock pulled open the door and waited for her to go first.
“What’s all-team mean?”
“Alaskan Security is made up of four teams. “Alpha, Beta, Rogue and Shadow.”
Eva lifted her brows at him. “Shadow. Sounds secret.”
“It is.” Brock didn’t bat an eye.
She stared up at him. “Then why did you tell me?”
He didn’t look her way. “Why do you think?”
“Where have you been?” Harlow came running down the hall, full cup of coffee balanced in one hand.
“That’s impressive.” Eva watched the rim of the mug as not a single bit spilled over the edge.
“I have a lot of practice.” Harlow grabbed Eva’s
hand. “Come on.” She started tugging.
Eva didn’t budge. It wasn’t hard since Harlow was a good bit shorter than she was and trying not to spill scalding liquid on her hand.
Harlow stopped pulling and turned to look where Eva was still at Brock’s side. Her nose crumpled. “Just stick your tongue in his mouth so we can go.”
“You aren’t even going to say hi to me, Mowry?” Brock rested one palm over his chest. “That hurts.”
Harlow pointed at his face. “Don’t start with me right now, Brock Star. Eva and I have a whole shit show to deal with.”
“Damn it.” Eva turned to him. “Why in the hell didn’t I think of that?”
Freaking Brock Star. Best nickname ever.
Harlow waved her hand around. “Did you not hear me say shit show?”
“I did.” Eva reached out to grab the front of Brock’s shirt, pulling him in hard for a quick kiss. “Have fun at your meeting.” She let go and used the same hand to spin Harlow toward her office. “Let’s go.”
“I like how you did that.” Harlow glanced back at Brock as they walked away. “Holy shit. He’s watching you walk away like a kid watching someone carry away his puppy.” She faced forward and leaned in close. “I’m a little envious.” She put a hand up. “Not jealous because I’m happy for you.” Her head spun back to look Brock’s way again. “But you found a freaking unicorn with that one. Most men are scared shitless of a woman with balls like yours.”
“You have an enviable set yourself.” Eva followed Harlow into her office.
“That’s why I know they scare men’s dicks up into their bodies.”
“Can that really happen?” Mona was staring up at them from an upholstered chair that wasn’t in Harlow’s office yesterday.
“Are you being serious right now?” Harlow looked to Eva. “Is she being serious?”
Eva nodded a little. “Maybe.”
She wasn’t the only one who’d put her entire life into building their business. Mona spent just as much time at work as she did. Unfortunately, Mona wasn’t the kind who could swing a casual hook-up. It just wasn’t her thing.
Harlow’s eyes rolled toward Mona, her head following a second later. “Penises aren’t retractable.” Harlow’s brow lowered. “You’ve seen at least one, right?”
“Yes.” It was the most indignant Eva had ever heard her friend sound. “I just thought you knew something I didn’t know.”
“How long has it been since you’ve seen a wiener?” Harlow flopped into the chair behind her desk and kicked her feet up.
Mona’s head dropped back. “So, so long.”
“This place is crawling with them.” Harlow grabbed a pen off her desk and rocked it between two fingers. “Not that I’ve managed to get any of it.” Her eyes went to Eva. “It goes back to the balls thing.”
“Didn’t you say there was some sort of shit show happening?” This conversation had gone off the rails, and someone had to get it back on track.
Her business was on the fucking line.
Harlow sighed, straightening in her seat as she tossed the pen back on the desk. “So I went through everything and I can’t find where the system was breached.” Harlow grabbed her computer and started navigating through the screens. “I called Mona last night and had her come back to help me track down a hunch.” Harlow clicked her mouse and a window opened, displaying Facebook and the photo of an unsmiling man.
A man she knew.
“That’s Mike Nestor. He was on my team.” Eva leaned closer. He looked even more unruly than the last time she’d seen him. His long hair was down past his shoulders now and the thick, dark beard covering most of his face had gone feral.
“Yeah. See, I’m not sure it is.” Harlow scrolled down his page. There were very few posts. Just like when she’d done the background check required to be hired on at Investigative Resources. “This looks like a fake profile to me.”
“He’s not fake. He’s real. He worked for me for six months.” Eva turned to Mona. “You remember him, don’t you?”
“Of course I remember him. He looked like the freaking Unabomber.” Mona leaned toward Harlow. “I told her not to hire him. He was creepy as hell.”
“Well.” Harlow tapped on her keyboard again, this time pulling up a separate window.
This one also had a picture of a man Eva knew. “That’s Howard Richards. He’s the guy who stole my panties in college.”
Harlow minimized the screens and lined them side by side. “See anything interesting?”
“Besides one of them is about a hundred pounds heavier than the other?” Eva shook her head. “No.”
“Willful blindness.” Mona pointed at Eva. “This is exactly why we had to send your ass here.”
“Holy hell, Eva.” Harlow pointed at a spot almost concealed by Mike Nestor’s out of control hairline. “Look at that birthmark.”
No.
She would have known.
“Now check out Howard’s forehead.”
“I don’t want to.” Eva turned from the computer.
Chandler might be right.
This might be her fault.
“Don’t get all fucking freaked out. We have shit to handle.” Harlow patted her head with one hand and continued typing with the other. “So my new friend Mona taught me some shit last night and I think we found him.”
Eva pressed the tips of her fingers to her lips as her stomach rolled.
Brock would be devastated if she barfed up his biscuits and gravy, and as good as they were, nothing was ever pleasant the second time around.
“If you puke in my office I will shave your head and steal all your gas credits.” Harlow didn’t look away from her computer. “We found some evidence that lover boy here stuck around in Cincinnati for a while after you canned him.”
Mona stood up, grabbing Eva by the arm and dragging her toward the chair. “Sit down before you fall down.”
Eva dropped into the seat and leaned forward, holding her head in her hands. “I worked with him for months. Trained him.”
He’d been right beside her and she had no clue.
She had paid him to stalk her. He didn’t even have to work for it.
In her quest to be the complete opposite of her mother, she’d lived her life as an open book, thinking it would keep her from causing the pain her mother’s lies and deception brought on everyone around her. That meant Howard had been there eating it all up.
“We think he was the one leaving all those things at your house.” Mona sat on the arm of the chair, rubbing her back in slow circles. “I’m so freaking sorry I didn’t figure it out, Eva. I knew there was something off about him and I should have dug deeper.”
It was Mona’s greatest downfall. She apologized. Took on fault that wasn’t hers. Carried burdens that should never be on her shoulders.
Eva straightened, ready to gently tell Mona none of this was anywhere near her fault.
“You’re gonna have to cut that shit out right freaking now.” Harlow pointed the tip of her pen at Mona. “Don’t you ever own shit that isn’t yours.” She spun her computer around. “This is all this prick’s fucking fault. He’s the one who did this. Not you. Got it?”
Mona’s blue eyes were open wide. “Okay.”
“No more apologizing. Not to anyone.”
Mona’s gaze shifted from Harlow to Eva and back again. “What if something really is my fault?”
Harlow shrugged. “Stick your boobs out. It’ll be fine.”
“That why you dress so suggestively?” Eva motioned to the baggy sweater that all but swallowed the tiny woman up.
Harlow smiled. “I don’t ever have to stick my boobs out.” She flipped her computer around. “Back to where Mr. Richards-Nestor is now.”
“Is he here?” Eva barely got the question out.
“Definitely.” Harlow rolled her head from side to side, stretching her neck. “The florist who sent those flowers is old school. Uses handwritten receipts and everything.
” She drank down some coffee before continuing. “So there was no system for me to get into, but I was able to get into the traffic cameras set out in front of the store. Check this out.”
Eva and Mona leaned forward as Harlow turned the screen their way, watching as a squatty man with wild hair and an even wilder beard climbed out of the passenger seat of a black sedan and went inside, coming out a few minutes later to get back into the same car.
“That car look familiar?” Harlow was smiling, clearly proud of all she’d accomplished.
It was impressive, but right now all Eva could focus on was the dots of dread connecting in her gut. “That’s the car from the grocery store.”
Harlow’s smile widened. “Bingo.” She sat back in her seat. “You’re good at this shit.”
“It’s my job.” Eva swallowed around the truth clogging her throat. “Used to be my job.”
This was all her fault. All of it. Even the part Brock thought might be about him and Team Rogue.
“Do they all know about this?”
“They all who?” Harlow absently patted around her desk until her hand smashed onto a bag of granola.
“The teams.”
Her eyes finally lifted from the screen of her computer. “Which teams?”
“All of them. Is that what they’re having a meeting about?”
Harlow tucked her chin, dark eyes focused on Eva as she spun the chair to face her. “Which teams are meeting?”
“Alpha, Beta, Rogue, and Shadow.” That was right, wasn’t it? Her brain was not firing on all cylinders at the moment.
Harlow slowly smiled. “Brock Star told you about Shadow?”
Fuck. “No.”
Harlow grinned as she shoved in a handful of granola. “He loves you.”
“He definitely does not. We have known each other like, five days, That’s ridiculous.”
“Is not. Men always fall in love first. They can’t help it. They’re weak.” Harlow looked to Mona. “Am I right?”
Mona lifted her shoulders. “Maybe?”
Harlow’s head tipped toward her shoulder. “Really, Mona? You were supposed to say hell yes.”
Mona gave Harlow a tight smile. “Sor—”
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