Claiming Her (Nighthawk Security Book 1)

by Tory Baker

  I steadily increase my pace, matching Slade’s at one point until he starts to cool down to make his way off the treadmill. I continue my time on the treadmill, knowing I’ll run for at least an hour.

  When Slade steps off, my eyes never leave his figure as he works his way to the weights he has set up. At one point, I’m pretty sure there’s drool running down my chin when he lays back on the weight bench. He’s working on his upper arms, and with every push and pull, my hormones go into overdrive.

  Slade goes through each set of weights, doing repetitions on each set until I’m more than halfway through on the treadmill when he makes his way back to the workbench, and I start my cool down. There’s another way to burn calories, and if I have my way, it’s going to be with me on top of Slade. It only takes me a few minutes to cool off, mainly because I didn’t go full throttle like I usually do when I’m at my gym where I don’t have Slade giving me an at home muscle porn movie.

  I make my way off the treadmill, grab a towel, and wipe down my face before heading to him.

  “What are you up to?” The small smirk he has playing on his face lets me know he in fact knows exactly what I’m doing.

  “I’m done for the night.” I shrug my shoulders. Slade replaces the bar back on the bench, then pats his lap while he’s still laying down. I do as he asks, straddling his lap. His hard length flexes beneath me, and once again we have clothes separating our bodies.

  “You’re far from done for the night.” Slade flexes his hips to show me what he means.

  “Oh yeah?” I question.

  “Yeah, Trouble. Now that you know what I want, hop off really quick, take those shorts off that have been fucking with my head since you put them on, and slide back up here.” Slade licks his lip, and I do as he says. I slither back down his body as I stand, missing the feeling of his body beneath me. If I’m going to strip for Slade, I might as well make a show out of it, sliding out of my sneakers and socks first. Really, there is nothing sexy about taking those off before I get down to the show I want to give him. He didn’t mention anything about taking off my sports bra, but I’m going the extra mile. I didn’t have all these fantasies about the two of us for them not to play out.

  I hear the hiss of Slade’s breath as my top comes off. My breasts bounce without the bra compressing them.

  “Goddamn, baby,” he grunts and then palms his cock with his hand. I glide my fingertips down the length of my throat toward my pebbled nipples until I use my thumbs and pointer fingers, pulling at them, causing my head to tip back and a moan to leave my mouth.

  “Don’t you dare get off again by your own hand. I’ll smack your ass red if you do,” Slade demands. The gruffness of his voice lets me know he isn’t playing, but it also makes my core pulse with need. Doing as he says, my thumbs hook into the top of my shorts and I pull them down, knowing I’m not wearing anything beneath them. I’m not sure how Slade will react to the nakedness I’m about to show him. I shimmy my legs until they fall to my feet, then kick them off to the side so I won’t trip as I step out of them.

  “Maybe I want to feel the sting of your hand against my skin,” I say as I straddle his lap again.

  “Not where I want you. Keep moving that fine ass and sit on my face.” Slade’s voice is deep and husky.

  “Jesus, Slade. Your mouth should come with a warning label.” My wet core slides along his rippling abs. His hands find my ass, grabbing it, and sitting me on top of his mouth.

  “You’re about to see what all I’m going to do with my mouth. Hold on to the bar and don’t let go,” he commands.

  “You don’t have to tell me twice,” I get out, then his tongue is lapping at my folds, teasing the lips of my pussy open. He uses his tongue as if it were his cock. The past few days have been nothing but foreplay—the glances, the touches, feeling him hard as a rock while waking up in his arms. His arms are on the outside of my legs, holding and squeezing the cheeks of my ass.

  “God, Slade.” My voice is trembling. He doesn’t stop what he’s doing; in fact, he opens his mouth over my pussy, letting his teeth graze my clit. The sharp thwack on my ass jars me, pushing me over the edge as he squeezes my ass. The soft kiss he places on my clit as I come down has me leaning over the bar he had me holding onto. He lifts my hips up, sliding out from underneath me.

  “Come on, baby. Let’s get you in the shower. Tomorrow is another day.” I can hear the joy in his voice. He’s unbelievably happy about how fast he had me flying over the edge.

  “You may have to carry me. I’m not sure I can feel my legs,” I groan.

  “That I can do.” He manipulates my body until I’m clinging to him like a monkey. My nipples scrape across his chest and his dick is right at my center, only trapped by his thin shorts.

  I really hope to return the favor to Slade tonight. I want nothing more than to have his flavor on my tongue and to see him lose control like he had me doing only moments ago.

  Thirteen

  Slade

  The past week hasn’t been easy. As much as I want to slide deep inside Taylor and never leave, we’re having more than enough fun exploring one another’s body each and every night, especially with what happened last night. Taylor got on her knees in the shower, she sucked me down her throat, and swallowed every last drop of my cum, all the while moaning as she played with her pussy.

  “Slade, yo!” Drake snaps his fingers in front of my face to get my attention. I’m not the least bit embarrassed that he caught me daydreaming about Taylor. What I am worried about is if he needs me to stand up. That would give every guy a show that doesn’t need it along with our new secretary, Kellie, who can’t seem to quit getting red in the face when she’s around Bridger.

  “What’s up?”

  “I’m heading to do some surveillance at Taylor’s for the day. Didn’t know if you wanted to tag along,” he asks.

  “Sure, I have nothing better to do. Give me ten minutes?” I use my mouse to wake up my computer to an email I was trying to compose earlier but got sucked into a vortex that is Trouble. It’s the best kind of trouble there is though.

  “I’ll be out in the lobby; I need to ask Kellie to move an appointment around for later this week.”

  “Is everything okay?” Drake suffered from a shoulder injury while he was overseas, a bullet will do that to you. It’s why he was medically discharged. They had to send him to Germany for surgery when the bullet tore him wide open. They tried like hell to do everything they could, but in the end, he wasn’t cleared one-hundred-percent to serve his country.

  “Yeah, they think I may need to be put under again. My shoulder keeps locking up, but I won’t know until after Friday. So, I’ll be out of the office in the afternoon.”

  “Well, fuck. I wasn’t expecting that news. Keep me posted. In the meantime, I can take over your appointment,” I offer.

  “Thanks, we’ll see if Kellie can’t reschedule it, and if not, you may have to. This guy is pretty easy going and only needs security when there’s a concert in town.”

  “Leo can always handle it, but this goes to show me we need more bodies around this office. Nighthawk is only going to continue to flourish.” That hard on I had moments ago is all but gone thinking about Drake and him potentially having another impending surgery. I’m not upset he’ll be out; it’s the fact that he’s just now telling me about it.

  “You’re not lying. Can’t believe it’s been three years, and our size and net worth could have us retiring if we wanted to.”

  “Don’t go getting ideas in your head,” I grumble.

  “I’m just saying, it could happen.”

  “Get out of here. I’ll be out in a few minutes.” I watch as Drake turns around and leaves. My hands find the base of the back of my neck; tension is kicking my ass like a motherfucker this week.

  I wrap up my email before texting Taylor.

  Me: Stopping by your place today to scope things out. Do you need anything while I’m there?

  Taylor:
Yes, but how are you going to get in without a key?

  I smile to myself; I haven’t even explained to her just how I got her key; I smirk because my girl will give me hell when I explain it to her later this evening.

  Me: I have my ways. Text me your list.

  Taylor: Sure, I’m going to need more clothes. I don’t really mind what you pick, but I need more bras and panties… Slade, do not go through my drawers like I’m sure you already have… you sneaky shit!

  Me: Who, me?

  Taylor: I’m not dumb. How long have you had my house key?

  I don’t bother replying to her text. If she knew, she’d kick my ass from here to Florida. Instead, I close down my computer, walk out of my office, and head for Drake.

  “That’s not a problem. I’ll get that handled today and text you the information when I have the meeting rescheduled,” I hear Kellie say to him.

  “Thank you. Have a good day in case Slade and I don’t make it back in today. Knowing that slacker, he’ll take a separate vehicle and pick up Taylor as soon as she’s free.” I hear the laughter in his tone. He’s not wrong either.

  “Thanks, Kellie. He’s probably right. Lock up at four-thirty if no one is here. You’ll still get paid your full day, but there’s no reason for you to sit around doing nothing.” I knock on the desk with my knuckles, grab my keys, and head to my car.

  “You coming?” I ask Drake.

  “Yeah, I’m assuming we’re taking separate vehicles?”

  “Yep. Plus, Taylor needs more clothes, I’m pretty sure my truck will be slapped full of her shit afterwards.” I push the door open.

  “Do you think that’s a good idea right now with her would-be-stalker on the loose and no leads right now?”

  “Probably not, but this might ramp things up too. I’m getting sick of Taylor feeling like she has to look over her shoulder.” I grunt, and Drake nods his head. “You coming up with some kind of plan in that overworked head of yours?”

  “Maybe. Let me get through this appointment, and we can reconvene on Monday?” he offers.

  “That’ll work. It’s not like we have any plans,” we agree, the both of us walking to separate vehicles before we head to Taylor’s condo.

  Fourteen

  Taylor

  “You have something you want to tell me?” Slade asks as we walk into the house. I have no idea what he’s talking about. “What?”

  “I had to go through your drawers at your house today, packed up more clothes, but imagine my surprise when I stumbled upon a certain drawer.”

  My face is flaming ass hot with embarrassment. “Tell me you didn’t, Slade Arnold Chavez! None of my clothes were in the nightstand drawer. I can’t believe you went through it.” My hair was up in a chignon for work, but I’m taking it down, allowing it to hang past my shoulders, raking my fingers through what I’m sure is now a mess.

  “Who told you my middle name?” he asks while he prowls toward me. I back up until my back meets the dresser.

  “I’ll never tell, but would you like to tell me how you got a key to my house?” I volley back. Slade doesn’t back away, though; he doesn’t even look remorseful.

  “I’ve had your key for years, almost as long as I’ve been watching you. I obviously wasn’t watching you close enough or you wouldn’t have some fucking psycho leaving calling cards every few days.” He grasps my hips, picking me up until I’m planted on top of the dresser.

  “We’ve wasted all these years?” I close my eyes, breathing deeply.

  “Taylor, we weren’t ready yet. You were still getting your life together, and I was working eighty plus hours a week. It sucks that this is what’s brought us together, but don’t you know? I’d wait forever to have you in my arms.” My arms loop around his shoulders, and his lips meet mine, his tongue nudges my mouth open. Slade plunders my mouth, and I love every single second of the way he dominates my mouth, all too soon he pulls away. “About those toys, I want to see just how you used them, what you were thinking about while that vibrator was buzzing inside of your tight cunt and the rabbit was buzzing on your clit. Did it get you off as good as I do with my tongue buried deep inside you while your body is writhing and your moans are breathless?”

  “Jesus, I can’t even respond to that right now.” My hips rock toward his length that’s bulging against his jeans.

  “It’s a good thing what we’re about to do won’t need any words.” Slade’s hands go to the bottom of my dress I wore for work. I lean back on my hands to help him ease it over my hips until he’s pulling it up and over my head. I’m left in nothing but a pair of sheer lace black panties. My dress had a shelf bra built in, allowing me to forgo a bra today.

  “And you think my mouth needs a warning label? Look at you, all prim and proper with your work clothes until I unwrap you. You’re mine, Taylor. Only mine.”

  “I am, Slade, just like you’re mine.” My hands find the edge of his shirt. I want his chest bare to mine; it’s my favorite way to fall asleep—half on his chest, our hearts beating next to one another, and how Slade matches my breathing as I fall asleep in his arms. His arms are the only place I ever want to be.

  “Damn straight.” He backs away from me, and I slide off the dresser while he goes to the nightstand drawer by the side of the bed I’ve been sleeping on.

  “What are you doing?” I ask, recognizing the look he gives me over his shoulder. He’s a shit starter, but he knows I’m game for anything he comes up with. This week alone has been the both of us learning about each other on more than just a physical level.

  “Lie down on the bed.” I do as he says, crawling up from the foot of the bed. I hear the slight buzzing of my toy before he turns it off.

  “I thought you were kidding?”

  “Nope, I’m going to watch you play with yourself while I sit in the chair, but you won’t get yourself off. You’ll save that for me.” Slade leaves the toy beside me on the lowest setting, yet on my overstimulated body, it already has me quaking.

  I grab my vibrator from the bed all while watching him move the chair from the corner of the room to the foot of the bed before sitting down in it. Slade unbuttons and unzips his pants. I watch as he pulls his thick length out. My mouth salivates at the thought of having it in my mouth again.

  “Show me, Trouble,” he demands.

  Doing as he says, I trail it down the middle of my chest, stopping to run the vibrator around each nipple. My legs rub together, needing the friction. Our eyes meet for just a moment, it’s fleeting, then my gaze wanders down his thick chest until it stops at the fist he has wrapped around his cock. I watch as he jerks himself. The way Slade’s body looks as he’s watching me urges me to move my vibrator down the length of my body until I reach my clit. The vibrations have me tipping my head back on a moan.

  “Slade.” He may not be the one working my body up, but it’s him, always him, on my mind when my body is in the throes of passion.

  “Look at me, Taylor. I want your eyes locked on mine when you push that toy in your cunt.” His voice takes on a forceful tone.

  He has my eyes popping open, my body obeying his every demand, and I slowly push the vibrator inside me, wishing like hell it was Slade’s cock instead. I have one hand pushing the vibrator in and out until the rabbit’s ears are situated exactly where I need it. My other hand pinches my nipple, and I swear it has me ready to go over the edge.

  “Not yet,” Slade grunts. He knows my body better than I know my own.

  “Please,” I beg, but he shakes his head no. I can see the sweat glistening on his body, much like my own is.

  “Keep going, but don’t push yourself over yet.” The both of us are breathing heavy, gasping for air. It’s almost like the highest adrenaline rush you could ever have when I’m holding myself back like this. In my own bedroom, I’d use this toy over and over again each and every night until I couldn’t take it anymore, and then, it kept me wanting Slade even more.

  “I can’t take much more,” I plead.


  “Get yourself there. We’ll come together.” Slade never stops jacking off as he moves between my spread legs, getting a front and center view of the toy tunneling in and out of my wet sheath.

  “God, Slade.” My body is shivering, yet my soul is on fire.

  “Look how pretty you are. Your body is yearning for more than a toy. It wants my cock inside your tight clenching pussy. Don’t worry, you’ll be getting it soon.” His words push me over, and I come on a long groan.

  As soon as I come down from my euphoric high, Slade is pulling my vibrator out of my body, causing my center to clench down on it. His eyes haven’t left my body. His tongue comes out as he licks his lower lip, and the toy is thrown on the ground somewhere. Then I can feel his cock press inside of me.

  Slade lifts his eyes to mine as he sinks inside of me in one thrust, causing me to shift my hips, trying to get him as deep inside of me as I can. He swivels his hips every time he bottoms out, and I thrust my hips up to match him every step of the way.

  “God, Slade. You’re so deep.” My hands dig into his firm thighs, needing to hold on to something.

  “The way you’re tightening down on me, I’m not going to last,” he replies. He never stops, though; he powers through my clenching and the painful nails that I know are digging into his skin. When Slade throws his head back, I move my hands away from his thighs to lean up on my elbows, wanting to see him tunneling in and out of my body.

  “You like watching us?” he questions when he notices the way I’ve moved my body.

  “Yeah.” I convulse on him as he grinds down on my clit on one of his powerful thrusts.

  “Hell yes, you do. You were made for me, matching my every move, liking my dirty mouth. I need you to get there.” I move my body so it’s flat, and my fingers find my clit, wanting to take Slade with me as I come.

  “We were made for each other.” My body chooses that time to come on a long moan. I feel Slade thrust twice more before letting go inside my body. The warm jets of his cum painting the inside of me, causing my pussy to convulse again with another orgasm.