Claiming Her (Nighthawk Security Book 1)

by Tory Baker

  Six

  Taylor

  We ate dinner together at his breakfast bar, both of us laughing our asses off until my yawning became uncontrollable. Slade and I picked up our mess, then we went our separate ways. He veered off to his home office, while I went upstairs to shower and head to bed.

  The bedroom he put me in is nicely decorated, if not a little plain. The walls are painted a light grey. The furniture matches in its dark wood tone, and the bedding is white and just might be the most luxurious I’ve ever laid on. I bypass the bed this time, remembering lying on it when Slade brought me up here earlier.

  I unpack my toiletries first, wanting to get out of my work clothes and wash this day away, then maybe I can sleep. I didn’t tell Travis or Slade, but this has worried me a lot more than I let on, making it to where sleep has been come and go, my saving grace being a great concealer to hide the dark circles. When tomorrow comes though, there will be no hiding them. One thing I refuse to do is wear makeup on the weekends. Those are my days to be a bum on a log—comfortable clothes, messy hair, and a clean face. I make quick work of unpacking my toiletries, then go back out to the bedroom to place my clothes in the long dresser that’s in the room. It may have seemed like I was messy when packing my clothes, but truth be told, I’m a bit of a neat freak. As I take my clothes out of the suitcase, I refold them and then place them in the drawers.

  When that’s finally done, I grab my pretty satin nightgown with matching panties, walk into the bathroom, and finally get into the shower. The hot water beating down on my tired bones invigorates and soothes me all at once. My thoughts go back to Slade—how he held me, the way our bodies seemed to gravitate so seamlessly together, it has me thinking about what it would be like to be Slade’s, forever.

  My body comes alive at the thought. Knowing I need to quit this way of thinking, I finish scrubbing my body before turning the water off.

  “Don’t even go there,” I mumble to myself as I dry myself off, then slather lotion on my body before sliding into my pajamas. I finish up my routine, turn off the lights, and then climb into a bed that isn’t my own. If I’m lucky, maybe they’ll have Slade’s scent on them; the smell of citrus, spice, and the undercurrent of juniper berries. It’s enough to have me eternally moaning in pleasure.

  I pull the comforter and sheets back, sliding inside. When my head hits the pillow, I already know sleep isn’t going to come easy, even with the scent of Slade’s laundry detergent surrounding me.

  “Ugh.” I try to get comfortable, and even that isn’t working. Instead of tossing and turning or counting sheep, I do something else. My fingers slide down the slope of my neck and reach into the top of my night gown, pulling the cup down, pinching my nipple all while imagining its Slade’s tongue teasing me. My other hand gathers my night gown, lifting it above my hips before delving into my panties. I can already feel myself wet with desire; it’s pouring out of me. All the while thinking if Slade were in this room, he’d be naked, skimming over my skin, teasing me every step of the way. My fingers find my bare, soaked to the core pussy. I tease the lips of my center before dipping my middle finger inside at first, and my center clenches down on it as if it was mimicking Slade’s length. I add another finger, causing me to gasp out loud, “Slade.”

  My head tips back. I want Slade inside me, not my fingers.

  “Oh, God.” I speed up my pace with my fingers while my other hand pinches my nipple. I swear I can feel Slade’s lips licking up and down every single curve of my body.

  In a matter of seconds, I’m falling apart, breathless, with Slade’s name on my lips. I didn’t even have time to shove my face into a pillow. My fingers are still deep inside me when I come down off my high, only realizing just how loud I was.

  I swear to God, if he heard me, my face will be as bright as a cherry tomato, but it did get my mind off of life, so maybe it’ll be worth it I think to myself before drifting off to sleep with a smile on my face. This next week is going to be worth it. I already know what I’ll be doing to Slade to tease him into something more, so much more.

  Seven

  Slade

  I heard the whole goddamn performance she put on, even the way she moaned my name. Hell, her orgasm was so hard it had her bed knocking against the wall. I had to grab my cock to keep it from exploding. The pisser though, is knowing I’d only need to fist myself and I’d come. I imagine her in my bed, her legs spread out, her pussy on display, her tits heaving from her heavy breathing. “Fuck,” I grouse as I get out of bed and find a pair of shorts, preferring to be nude when I sleep.

  I pace the length of my room, something I seem to be doing a lot lately when it comes to my thoughts about Taylor. There’s no way I’m keeping my hands to myself. Travis can try to kill me if he doesn’t like it, but I don’t give a shit anymore. I need Taylor, and not just to feel her coming around my finger, cock, or hell even my tongue as I fuck her pussy with it.

  It’s another twenty minutes until I can get my cock under control enough to walk downstairs. I grab a finger or two of whiskey, maybe that will calm me down enough so I don’t storm into Taylor’s room. I slowly open my door, making sure it doesn’t squeak and have her coming out of her room looking for me. In the state I’m in, I’d fuck her right against the wall, not giving a shit about any repercussions.

  The whiskey I just poured is more than a couple of fingers full. It’s more like the whole damn glass. It takes me two chugs and it’s gone, burning the whole way down, much like the way my body is on fire for Taylor. It makes me wonder what she was thinking about when she was getting off. Did she bring up a fantasy of her and I together, or was it something else? I’m pretty sure I played the leading role; the vibes she was giving off before and during dinner definitely gave that impression, made me think it would be. I watched her blush, the way her nipples pebbled beneath her dress shirt, and from the lingerie I saw earlier today, I know for a fact my woman prefers lace to cotton. Slamming my glass down on the counter, I do something I shouldn’t. Marching up the stairs two at a time, my dick swaying beneath the shorts I have on as I start to lengthen at the idea of seeing Taylor in bed.

  My hand finds the doorknob, hoping like hell she didn’t lock it. When the handle turns, I smile. My girl feels safe, even when she probably shouldn’t after the shit she’s been going through.

  When the door opens, I stop in my tracks. The whole house is dark and quiet. The only things open are the curtains, which I know were shut before and it allows the moon to shine through, lighting my path to the bed where I see Taylor fast asleep. But the thing that guts me the most is the dark circles under her eyes. I go toward her, needing to see more of her, the soft moan, “Slade,” has me stopping in my tracks. There’s no way she can see me. Her eyes are closed, and I see the shallow breathing from her chest.

  My feet carry me to her, I lightly sit on the side of her bed, my fingers slide against her cheek before settling the palm of my hand on her sleeping face. She borrows into me with a soft mewling sound. “Slade,” she says my name again, this time with want.

  “Taylor, baby. Are you okay?” I question.

  “Slade, I’m cold,” she murmurs, the sheets shifting and falling off her body. I hiss out a breath. Her nightgown is rucked up above her hips, the straps dangling off her shoulders. If I were a better man, I’d pull the covers up to her chin and walk away. But I’m not. There’s no fucking way I could walk away from her right now. Her hand finds mine that’s resting on her cheek. She turns, bringing me with it, almost causing me to fall on top of her.

  “Trouble,” I whisper into her ear, “I need you to wake up.”

  Her eyes slowly flutter open as if nothing is wrong. Taylor says, “Sleep with me?” Who am I to deny her? I nod and she scoots over. Once I’m in bed beside her, on my back, she turns and curls into my side, I hook my arm around her hip, bringing her so close that only her nightgown and my shorts are between us. When she hikes her leg up over mine, it takes an act of God not to pull her
panties to the side, pull my shorts down, and sink deep inside her cunt.

  “Slade, it’s like all of my hopes and dreams have come true,” she rambles.

  “Me too, baby. Me too. Get some sleep. I’ll be here when you wake up.” I kiss her forehead, wanting her lips on mine, but I know she’s not awake enough for me to have that first kiss from her.

  Taylor settles in her sleep while I’m wide awake. Tomorrow, things are changing. She won’t be in this room by herself. I’m going to let her know just how much I want her.

  Eight

  Taylor

  He may have thought I wasn’t coherent enough when he slipped into bed beside me last night, but I was, even if my body was drowsy from dozing on and off. It felt like a dream come true to stay snuggled into his warmth all night long. I’ve been cold for so long. A bone-deep chill that I can never seem to get rid of. Until last night, when Slade’s warmth gave me what I’ve been needing for far too long. It doesn’t help that it’s been over a year since I saw Travis. Plus, it’s not like we won the parent lottery. If anything, we had shit luck there. There were nights we’d eat dinner by ourselves. Travis looked after me until he needed to go into the Navy, and I never begrudged him; he needed to get away. That’s not to say it was easy, but I got a part-time job and made sure I was self-sufficient. Not to mention Travis would pay my car insurance, cell phone bill, and randomly put money in my account. It still didn’t make up for the loneliness, especially when you weren’t a social butterfly.

  That’s why, as I wake up on my side, his body is curled behind me. Slade’s body against my own, I’ve never felt safer. I feel his leg wedged between my own, his thigh pressing right against my center. My body wiggles around, and he says, “Go back to sleep. It’s early.” Slade’s voice is deep with slumber, so I slowly start to close my eyes, my body starting to be pulled back under. That is until I remember something. The sun is peaking through the curtains, and I know I need to get up.

  “What time is it?” I rapidly blink my eyes, trying to get the sleep out of them.

  “It’s a little after ten in the morning. Why?”

  “I need to take my pill. If I don’t do it now, I’ll forget.” I disentangle from Slade, though he’s reluctant to let me go, raising my arms above my head to stretch.

  “What are you taking a pill for?” He comes up behind me, his hand smoothing the hair off the nape of my neck, then his lips travel my shoulder to my ear until he bites on the lobe of my ear.

  “Hmm,” I reply, my thoughts not my own.

  “The pill, Trouble. What are you taking it for?” He never stops his ministrations on the shell of my ear.

  “It’s kind of hard to concentrate while you’re doing that.” My breaths are choppy and uneven.

  “That means it can wait, or you can tell me what pill it is you need to take.” The concern in his voice has me moving away. I don’t want him to think something’s wrong with me.

  “Slade, I’m okay. I need to take my birth control. If I don’t take it every morning, I’ll forget, and then when that time of the month comes, shit hits the fan. Cramps are off the chart, I’m doubled over in pain, have a migraine for days, and I’m a raging lunatic.” I’m so at ease with Slade I don’t even realize I went that in depth over my stupid birth control.

  My back hits the bed, Slade comes down on me, spreading my legs with his hips as he settles between them. I can feel every solid inch of him. Our bodies are pressed together, the way his length is sliding along my center with every push of his hips. Moisture slicks the inside of my panties more so than it did last night when all I had were two fingers to help me orgasm.

  “Are we doing this?” I moan out, rocking my hips along to his.

  “Didn’t you know, Trouble? This was always going to happen. The only thing standing in our way is your brother. I’m stating this here and now. We are happening. The shit that’s coming at you sideways, it’s not the only reason you’re in my home. I knew when I saw you all those years ago that you’d eventually be mine. I hate like hell it took this for us to finally be together, even with your brother making all kinds of threats to my dick.” He enunciates that last part with his hips.

  My hands come up and over my mouth, holding in the excited scream yearning to come out. He can still hear me mumbling under my breath.

  “I see that makes you happy, so why don’t you uncover your mouth so I can kiss you good morning?” I slowly lower my hands, the smile on my face appearing before him.

  “I’m so incredibly happy, but umm… aren’t you worried about morning breath?”

  “Nope,” he tells me, then his lips land on mine. Our first kiss is what they talk about in fairytale books. We’re slow at first, taking small tastes of each other, until we move in for more. Sparks fly behind my closed eyelids as Slade takes over. His dominate trait comes out as he chases my tongue every step of the way, so much that I allow him to take me completely under his spell.

  “I guess not.” My voice is in awe when we break apart.

  “It never will be. You go take your pill, which we’ll be discussing more later on. I’ll start on breakfast, so come on down when you’re ready.” He rolls over to the side of me before getting out of bed. Once he’s standing, I can see his whole body. The way his muscles flex as he stands, my eyes travel the length of him, stopping at each and every peak and valley. His chest is a work of art, all the way down to his abs. By the looks of his arms alone, I have no doubt they will hold and protect me. Slade may not be completely naked, but his shorts leave little to the imagination in the package department.

  The clearing of his throat causes me to look at his face again. “Ignore it,” he demands. As freaking if. I flop back down onto the pillows, trying to regroup myself. “I’ll get up in a minute.” I roll over, burying my head under the pillows. It’s going to take me a bit to get my raging hormones under control.

  The thwack to my ass has me rolling back over. “What the hell was that for?”

  “Trouble, you’re nothing but trouble, but the best kind there is. You stick that ass out, Taylor, I’m going to spank it every single time.” He’s biting on his lower lip, and I can see the desire in his eyes.

  “Well, if that’s the case, I’ll do it again.” I go to roll back over, he stops me, but doing something completely out of the ordinary. He grasps my hips, picks me up, and slings me over his shoulder in a fireman’s hold. Slade walks us out the bedroom I’m staying in and takes me right to his, bypassing the bed and walking into the shower before sliding me down his body. My breath hitches when I rub against his hard on. It makes me want to purr, that’s how good it feels.

  “Take a shower in here. I’ll move your things, then we’ll cook breakfast together.”

  “Thanks, I guess?” I reply as he takes a step back.

  “You need to cool off, and so do I. Don’t get me wrong, I love the look you have in your eyes right now, the way you feel when I’m between your legs. But first, I want us on the same page before I take what you’re offering.” Slade kisses me on the lips then leaves me standing in the middle of the bathroom, stunned speechless. I mumble to myself before turning around and doing like he said, getting in the shower, because let’s face it, Slade Chavez is not wrong. I need to cool myself down with a cold ass shower.

  Nine

  Slade

  I hated like hell leaving Taylor in the bathroom, but I knew it was the right thing to do. If not, both of us would be naked, our bodies glistening from the shower, and I’d be on my knees, licking the wetness I felt seeping through her lace panties.

  After I moved her belongings into my room, I changed into a pair of jeans and one of my old Navy shirts, then hustled down to the kitchen. There’s no way I was going to be in my bedroom when she came out of the shower with only a towel wrapped around her body. I start the coffee pot before getting the skillet ready for eggs and bacon. Taylor has a sweet tooth, something she divulged last night while we were eating dinner, so I’ll be making a ru
n to the grocery store later on to get her favorite things.

  “Maybe she’ll go with me on an evening run,” I murmur out loud while flipping the bacon.

  “The answer to that would be no. I only run Monday through Friday. The weekends are meant for rest, which means no work and no cleaning, just two days of rest. I’ll run with you Monday, though.” She’s in a pair of jean shorts that are showing off her lean tan legs and white cotton shirt.

  “It will have to be in the evening when we both get off or early morning.”

  Her face lights up. “Evening time will be better. I haven’t run outdoors in a long time, so you’ll have to give me some leeway if I’m slow.”

  “I can do that. I’m sure you know your time at the gym isn’t happening for a while. You can use the one at Nighthawk or the one in the basement here.” I want her to know she now has some kind of rules to keep her safe, not that she’d have these in place if it were under normal circumstance. But until this weird ass psycho is handled, I won’t let her out of my sight.

  “You have a gym here? I probably won’t use the one at Nighthawk. Bridger would probably annoy me the entire time or tell me what I’m doing wrong.” She rolls her eyes. Taylor isn’t wrong; working out with Bridger can be quite the experience.

  “That’s fine with me.” Plus, if Taylor worked out there, I’d never get any work done. My eyes would be solely focused on her and making sure none of the other boneheads would be drooling over her.

  “Have you heard anything from Drake and the lab yet?” She drops the question that I don’t really want to answer. Her hands are wringing her fingers, as if she’s nervous. Fuck, I hate like hell that I’m about to answer her the only way I can.