“So the reason I asked you in here is that I’m changing up your security. It’s normally a rotation of three guys—Tate, Denver, and Mark—but with Tate’s schedule and Mark being on assignment guarding a dignitary’s daughter, I’m going to put Denver on you full time.” I had not a single inkling that they already followed me. Shit. Very observant, Blake.
“Did Tate tell you to take him off?”
“No…”
“Wow, that couldn’t have been any more of a yes if you’d just said the word.” I tried to keep my voice neutral, but I didn’t know if I gave myself away. My heart just splintered into a dozen pieces, but I’d save the pain for later when I was alone.
“Sorry, but it’s probably for the best. Tate wasn’t doing a good job at it. He’s too busy working to deal with the added assignment. Denver is clear to handle the matter.” He’d done a wonderful job last night, but I knew that he had a point. If they were supposed to be watching, how had Strickland gotten so close?
“Okay. I would say that I don’t need anyone to watch after me, but even I’m aware of the dangers when it comes to Rick.”
“Good. I’m sorry that he got so close. From now on, Denver’s going to be your shadow.”
I gave a good chuckle, hating that I actually hurt inside. Yesterday, Tate kissed me like I belonged to him one minute, and walked away the next. “Poor guy. I’m a pretty boring person.”
“Ah, he won’t mind. He’s the silent type anyway.”
“Well, if that’s it…I have to get some work done.”
“Sure. Remember, you can talk to me or Macy if you need anything. Not a soul here would let him hurt you.”
“I know.”
For the rest of the day, I became less and less sociable. It had nothing to do with Rick stalking me again, but the fact that Tate wanted to keep his distance after what we shared last night. I couldn’t believe what we’d done, and I wouldn’t have stopped him if he’d shoved that monster cock into me because I needed it, wanted it past the point of insanity. Tate ruined me. Mentally I belonged to him even though he pushed me away.
I rarely left my office during the day, choosing to eat at my desk. I couldn’t stand the random stares from the guys as they wondered if I would fall apart.
Macy came over to my desk and took a seat. “Girl, what’s going on? He’s not going to get into this building. You don’t have to hide in your office.”
“I know that. I’d just prefer to get some work done. After all, that’s what I get paid to do.”
The skeptical look in her eyes told me that she hadn’t bought my lies. “Remember, if you need someone to talk to, I’m right over here or a phone call away.”
“Thanks, Macy.” I got up and filed some papers in the drawer behind my desk and then I logged off my computer.
It was still light out, but the fear that Rick was lurking made me grateful that someone like Denver would be making sure I was safe. Tate would have been better, but then Rick might attack Tate, and I would die if something happened to him.
“Hello, Blake. I’m ready to take you home.”
“What about my car?”
“We decided it’s best to add some additional safety features to it. Sorry, but there’s no sign of Strickland. We contacted the authorities, and it seems he met with his parole officer on time. I don’t know how he’s managing it, but we’ll stop him one way or another.”
* * *
A month had passed since Rick returned to my life and the night Tate devoured me. We’d said little to nothing to each other, and it killed me. I missed those lips, stealing my mind from me. I entered my office just as Macy ran out with Sean. Unlike Tate, Sean couldn’t keep his hands off his woman. I had to remind myself that I wasn’t Tate’s and he wasn’t mine. The line had been drawn.
I walked into my office and sat in my chair only to get a surprise. My rolling chair slammed backward as I gasped. Tate was under my desk rewiring it.
“What the hell are you doing under there?”
“Installing a camera.”
“Oh.” It took me a minute, then I snarled. “What?”
“I’m kidding. I’d never get any damn work done if I had your wet pussy on display.”
“It’s not on display. I have panties on.”
“I still know what it looks like,” he whispered, sliding his hand up my calf, pulling me closer to the desk. “Fuck, you smell so good. I need to stay away from you, but it’s hard as hell to do it.” I gushed onto my panties the second he put his hand on me, but his low growl of frustration made me want to stuff his face in my pussy.
He snaked his hand higher up my inner thigh under my skirt. “Scoot closer,” he ordered, and I lifted my ass, bringing my bottom to the edge of the seat. “Good.” He grabbed my black panties and slid them off while I leaned back. I knew Macy wouldn’t be back for a while and the door was locked to everyone but Sean and Tate.
His fingers lazily rubbed my lower lips as he stared at me. “So beautiful.” I closed my eyes when he entered me, pumping his thick, strong finger fast and then his tongue slashed at my clit. I grabbed onto the arms of my chair, holding on as he consumed me.
“Tate,” I cried out, spearing my fingers into his hair and coming on his short beard and skilled tongue. With my breathing ragged, I watched Tate stand up and open his pants, stroking his cock in front of me with my panties sliding over his shaft. It was so sexy. I ached to lean forward and suck on that thick head and make him come, but he shook his head. He grunted my name and came on my panties.
Before I knew what he was doing, he slid them back up my legs, and I let him. There was something exciting about wearing his come on me even if it was subtle. “Even though we can’t be together, I don’t want anyone seeing your pussy and I want them to smell me on you.” He dropped his head and kissed me hard. “See how good you taste? One day. One day, no more holding back.”
“Until then, it’s best if you didn’t do that again.”
“If that’s what you want.”
“I do.” He nodded, then adjusted his clothes. Reaching under the desk, he grabbed his tools and walked out of my office without looking back.
I had a feeling I’d regret those words.
* * *
Today was Saturday and also my twenty-fifth birthday. Normally I’d go out to visit my family in Houston, but they warned me that could be dangerous for them. However, I refused to sit around and lose another year to Rick. Last year, I’d kept it a secret around the office. Tate wasn’t around, and well, Macy had a pretty bouquet of flowers delivered.
With Denver by my side, I went to a salon and got a makeover, chopping off my hair to shoulder-length and dyeing it. I could at least go out to a celebratory dinner. I jumped out of the house dressed in a pretty little black dress that hugged every curve of mine. My breasts pushed out of the top, looking too sexy for my own good, but I wanted to at least feel pretty for my birthday.
“Happy birthday, Blake,” Denver grunted, running from his vehicle over to meet me.
“Thank you, but I want you to do me a favor.” He looked around, panicked because I surprised him when I made him think I was staying in for the day.
“Relax, Denver. I’m not asking for something massive. I’m really tired of being cooped up and living in fear. How about we go out to dinner—my treat?”
“Not going to happen. First, I’d never let a woman pay, even as a coworker. Second, are you trying to get me murdered?”
“What? Do you think Rick’s around waiting for me? I thought you guys knew where he was.”
“Yes, we do, but that’s not who I’m talking about and you know that.”
“If you’re talking about Tate, you couldn’t be more wrong. He had his chance to be around me like a watch dog like you, and he passed me off to you.”
“Fine. Where do you want to go?”
“Houston. I’m sure we can find a great restaurant.” I smiled, hopping into the passenger side. Denver rolled his eyes and shoo
k his head.
“Are you afraid of Tate?”
“He’s my friend.”
“Well, he used to be my friend, but he ghosted me, so he can go fuck himself or whoever he’s fucking these days.” He nodded and drove on. The drive was about thirty minutes with the traffic. We were able to get an elegant restaurant, which made me feel special. Denver never showed an ounce of interest in me other than my whereabouts, so he’d picked a great spot.
We entered the restaurant and were shown to a nice table across from the bar and large fish tank.
“Wow, you outdid yourself on this,” I told him. He appeared to be nervous, scanning the room.
“I have a bad feeling about this.”
“This is the most you’ve said to me in one sitting.”
“You exaggerate.”
“You have such a way with words.” I laughed. A part of me hoped that Tate would care, but he left me to my own devices. I missed Tate so much I hated myself. I pushed him out the door. The last time we really spoke, I essentially told him that I didn’t need him.
“People always tell me that.”
“So are you worried about Tate or Rick?”
“Tate.”
“Why would you worry about him?”
“Because he’s on a date with my woman.”
I whipped my head around to see Tate standing there in a pair of blue jeans and a dark blue and black flannel. Before I could say anything, he punched Denver in the mouth.
“That was uncalled for. Just because you kissed me…” I didn’t get another word out before he tossed me over his shoulder like a caveman and stormed out of the restaurant.
Chapter 13
Tate
Had they both lost their minds? Did Denver have a death wish? For months, I’d laid back, biding my time until I got rid of Strickland even though I saw the longing in her eyes, felt the desperate plea in her body, tasted her need.
I couldn’t let my desire for her cloud my judgement and result in something devastating happening to her. Denver took more assignments protecting her, but fuck—I had no idea that he’d steal my woman. He’d been well aware that I was madly in love with Blake. We were supposed to be buddies.
I checked the tracker of hers like I always did, especially when I was out of town. I’d nearly been to Houston when I noticed her location was this restaurant. I entered and stood on the periphery, scanning the room for them. Denver, I noticed first. Blake shocked me with her new look. Her hair framed her face so perfectly, but none of that mattered because I was pissed. Seeing her sitting there, laughing with a man who didn’t fucking laugh, rankled me to the point that if I didn’t get her as far from him as possible, I’d likely kill him.
“Tate, put me down, you stupid jerk,” she demanded. “People can see my ass.”
“Not happening. My hand’s blocking it. Trust me—I’m not letting anyone see that cute ass and I’m sure as fuck not letting Denver steal you.”
“He can’t steal what you gave away. Besides, it’s my birthday. I can have dinner with anyone I want.”
“We’ll see about that.” Her round, juicy ass was lined perfectly in my face, so I turned and gave her a spank before hitting the unlock on my SUV door. Setting her down inside the passenger side, I strapped her in and closed the door without a word. She crossed her arms in a huff, but when I stole a glance as I hurried around the front of the car, I spotted a hint of a smile. That was my girl. I had enough of waiting. If she finally wanted to date, it was going to be with me like it should have been since the day we met.
“Have you lost your mind?”
“Nope. I was rushing home for your birthday only to find you out with Denver.”
She stuck her hand in the seat and pulled something out. Son of a bitch. “Rushing? Yeah, in such a rush that you forgot to give her panties back.” She tossed them at me.
“I’m never giving these back to you.” She whipped her head toward me, staring, and then some little lost memory struck her.
“That wasn’t a dream?”
“No, I’ve kept your soaking wet panties with me. I had to wash them, of course, because I’ve nutted in them so many times I’m surprised there’s still fabric left.”
“But you said you put me to bed, then left.”
“After you came so beautifully for me, calling out my name.” She covered her face with her hands, trying to hide her blush. “Don’t be embarrassed. That had to be the sexiest thing I’ve ever seen. I wanted to slide between your legs so damn much.”
“Now that you have me, what are you going to do?”
“No more jerking off for either of us. I’m going to take you home and then eat your pussy up, strip you bare, and then slip my dick between those pouty red lips while you do your best to fit me into your mouth. Once I’ve gotten my fill, I’m going to mount you and slide deep into your tight slit and fuck you until we’re both screaming.”
“And you think I’m going to let you manhandle me?”
“I know you are because you want me as much as I want you.” I reached over and slid my hand onto her thigh, moving it slowly upward until I dipped under the tiny little dress that drove me nuts. The thought of her wearing it for Denver infuriated me. When my fingers brushed her wet panties, she moaned, scooting her ass a little down to get more. My fingers come down hard, spanking her pussy. She sighed so prettily that I needed more. One finger skimmed up and down her slit before I tugged the thin material to the side and flicked her nub before inserting two fingers.
“You’re so fucking wet, Blake. I want to pull over and fuck you right now.”
“Do it.”
“We’re almost home. I need you safe before I can take what’s mine.”
“Yours?”
“For the rest of our lives.” She clenched around my fingers. “That’s right. You like that idea. I’ve been holding back for fourteen long, painful months and now the possessive beast is ready to be uncaged. Can you handle that? I’d never do anything to hurt you.”
“I know you wouldn’t. Possess me any way you want, Mr. Masters. I’m yours. Even though I shouldn’t be.”
“The fuck you shouldn’t.” I pushed my fingers deeper. “You’re mine.” She came apart, coming on my fingers. I pulled them from her slit, needing to taste her before I lost my fucking mind.
“He could come after you.” Fuck, she tasted so damn good. She’ll be riding my face every fucking day.
I popped them from my mouth. “I dare the motherfucker. You’ve given me my in and I never want out.”
“I tried to give you an in months ago.” I wasn’t worthy of her. I failed to protect her.
“We’re home.” She let out a sexy gasp as I pressed the button to open the gate. As soon as my vehicle passed, it closed behind us.
“You live here?” I built this place for her.
“We live here.” I pulled into the garage and closed it before I got out. She unbuckled her seatbelt and I growled, “Stay.”
I walked around and then opened the door, turning her so her legs were outside the vehicle. “I need your pussy now.” Yanking her dress up, I ripped her panties off.
“Stealing and ripping my panties—I’m going to need more.”
“We’ll get you plenty more for me to shred because I don’t like you hiding your pussy from me.” Looking down, I stared at her juices coating her labia, creating a thirst I knew only she could sate. Tossing her legs over my shoulders, I picked up her ass like a bowl and brought her to my mouth. “Mine,” I grunted before kissing her slit, sliding my tongue from her ass to her nub. My fingers dug into her inner thighs, marking her as mine. Picking up the pace, I fingered her hole while flicking my tongue rapidly over her clit and then sucked on it until she bucked all over my face. With a growl, I set her down and reached to free my cock.
Thrusting up, I slammed into her womb. “Tate. Fuck me.”
“Blake. See what you do to me. You’ve got me so fucked up I’m owning your pussy before I have you
out of the truck.”
“You owned it for over a year.”
I pumped harder and faster, driving so deep inside she’d feel me for a week. “Damn right. I love you, Blake.”
“I love you too.” She clenched and flexed around my shaft, coming, and I let go, flooding her womb with every drop of come, hoping to create our baby tonight.
“Do you want to see the rest of our house?”
“Later. First, I need a shower and then I need more cock.”
“Yes, ma’am. My dick is at your service.” I wagged my brows and then kissed the fuck out of her until the shower was forgotten about and I was balls deep in her, making her come again.
Chapter 14
Blake
I woke up sore as hell, but what shocked me was the weight on my finger. Lifting it up, I saw at least a three-carat diamond displayed prominently on my left hand. I remembered when he did it, but I couldn’t recall him asking.
“Don’t think of taking that off, Blake. I told you, you are mine.”
“But you didn’t even ask.”
“I did. You were just too lost in your orgasm to hear me.” He was right about that. Every time he had some part of him in me or on me, I lost all my other senses. Six orgasms in one night was a record breaker for me. Shit, three broke that record, but then again, I’d been the one to make it two orgasms a night with my special toy to thoughts of Tate.
Suddenly he was on top of me again, looking down into my eyes. “Blake, I love you so damn much that I don’t want to spend another day away from you. Marry me, please.”
“I love you more.”
“Not possible.” He actually had the nerve to look offended.
“You avoided me for months,” I reminded him, choking on the pain of the distance that had grown between us since we kissed.
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