Simon

by JS Scott

  “Sam shouldn’t have been there at all. You would have been home and safe,” he rumbled, his chest vibrating with emotion.

  She squeezed his hand. “You don’t know that. They might have gotten to me anyway. It would have been worse if Sam hadn’t been there. Please don’t blame Sam or the agents. I’m grateful to all of them.”

  “Doesn’t matter. You’re coming home with me tomorrow. And you’ll have better security than the president of the United States. Even Maddie agrees that you’re safer at the condo. Although I’m not sure she’s thrilled about you being in such close proximity to any Hudson.” He sat back down in the chair without releasing his powerful grip on her hand or softening his intense, relentless stare.

  “Maddie was here?” she asked curiously, wondering how her friend even knew that she had been injured.

  “She just left an hour or two ago. I called her. She was here all evening. You don’t remember?”

  She shook her head. “Everything that happened after the actual attack is just snippets of memory. Did I really vomit on you?”

  “You remember that?” He searched her face, looking for something, as though he were trying to figure out what she did and didn’t remember. “Maddie found me a pair of scrubs and a shower after you got settled in a room.”

  “Oh God. I’m sorry.” Was there anything more mortifying than puking all over a man like Simon Hudson?

  “Why? You didn’t do it on purpose. And I was actually relieved that you were awake.”

  Kara found it pretty damn amazing that a man had actually stood beside her, holding an emesis basin while she heaved, without being completely grossed out. “Is Sam all right?”

  “Fine.” He barked a short, humorless laugh. “Except for the fact that he had to be in the same room with Maddie Reynolds. Sam looked uncomfortable as hell and Maddie looked like she wanted to kill him, slowly and painfully.”

  “I wish I knew what happened between them,” she breathed wistfully, wincing as the squeezing sensation in her head increased in intensity, beginning to feel as if she had a huge boa constrictor wrapped around her head.

  Simon frowned. “You want some pain medication? I can call the nurse.” He reached for the call button.

  “No. Wait.” She took a deep breath, knowing she had to set Simon straight. Going back to the condo with him wasn’t an option. “I can’t go home with you, Simon. I’ll go back to Maddie’s. I’ll be fine. They caught one guy and the other one is probably running scared. I doubt his main concern is to come after me.”

  His body tensed, the pressure on her hand increasing as his fingers clenched and released, his eyes shooting her a dangerous glance. “The matter isn’t up for debate. You. Are. Coming. With. Me,” he answered with a growl.

  She released a frustrated breath. “You aren’t my keeper. I don’t need one. I’ve been alone for a long time.” And lonely, missing Simon, although she hadn’t known who she was missing at the time.

  The pain was horrific when I was away from him. I can’t go through another goodbye later. Spending any more time with him is dangerous. It will just hurt twice as much to part from him after spending more time with him, making more memories to torture myself with when I’m alone again.

  “Yeah...well...get used to having company, sweetheart,” he snorted, his eyes gleaming with possession, his expression raw and feral. “As long as you’re in danger, I won’t be very far away. And you won’t be without protection.”

  She shuddered, trying to pull her hand from his fierce grip. He wasn’t hurting her and his grasp wasn’t tight enough to make her uncomfortable. It was actually just the opposite. Simon made her feel safe, and that terrified her. There was no possible way she could let herself get used to being treated like she was actually a woman he cherished. “You can’t tell me what to do. We’ve only known each other for a handful of weeks. Why are you concerning yourself about my safety?” Her voice was rough, emotional, and probably slightly panicky. She needed to distance herself, but it was difficult. Needy and raw after her experience the night before, she wanted nothing more than to throw herself into Simon’s arms and let him hold her there, safe in his warm masculine embrace until she recovered her equilibrium.

  “Your safety has been my concern for over a fucking year!” he blasted back at her, his voice low and husky. “And there hasn’t been a day that has passed in all that time when I haven’t been completely obsessed with whether or not you were safe.”

  “But we just met a few weeks ago...” Her voice was barely audible, confused.

  He blew out an uneven breath, his face ravaged with uncertainty as he looked away, staring blankly at the sterile, white wall in front of him. “Mom talked about you all the time. She pointed you out to me over a year ago while you were serving in the restaurant.” He sighed, as though resigned to completing his explanation. “I can’t really explain it because I don’t understand it myself, but from that moment on, I felt compelled to look out for you. Fuck, I even followed you home every night just to make sure you got to your apartment safely.”

  Stunned, she asked in a hesitant voice, “Like I was your friend because I was a friend of your mother’s?”

  He turned his head and gave her heated, masculine look. “No. Like a goddamn obsession that I couldn’t control. Like you’re mine to protect.” He hit her with his I-want-to-fuck-you-until-you-scream stare, the heat rolling from him in waves.

  Should it bother her that Simon had been watching her, following her like a pseudo stalker? Maybe it should, but it didn’t. Instead, she felt eerily calm, her heart melting inside her chest as she watched his tortured expression. He had stayed in the background, silently watching over her like a dark guardian angel, never expecting anything in return. Thinking back on her conversation with Helen at the restaurant, she was relieved to see that Simon’s protective, rescuer instincts were still intact. “Why me? There must be tons of women who could use your protection.”

  Simon shrugged, but the intense look on his face was far from nonchalant. “I have no idea. You’re the only woman who’s ever made me feel this way.” He choked out the last few words, obviously damn unhappy about his inability to control his actions.

  She shook her head gently, still trying to come to terms with the fact that Simon had been trying to protect her for the last year. Really, what sort of guy did something like that? What gorgeous billionaire took the time to check on the safety of a nobody, a woman who kept a low profile, a woman who should have been far beneath his notice? She didn’t think herself beneath anyone simply because she was poor...but reality was reality. Men of Simon’s status simply didn’t notice women like her. They were too busy accumulating more wealth, being king of their empires. “Looking out for me because I was your mother’s friend was very kind of you. But you can’t protect me forever.”

  He got up from his chair slowly and seated himself gently on the bed, facing her. “You don’t get it, do you? I’m not the least bit kind.” His words belied his actions as he carefully tucked a strand of hair behind her ear, his index finger trailing lightly over her temple and stroking over her cheek, as soft as a feather. “My behavior wasn’t magnanimous or unselfish. I wanted to fuck you. I think that’s a pretty damn self-serving motivation.” His tone was dry, self-mocking.

  She bit back a smile, wondering why he always had such an aversion to someone calling him kind. “If that was your motive, then why didn’t you? You could have made your presence known, asked your mom to introduce us. I think it’s pretty obvious that I’m attracted to you.” More than attracted.

  He jerked his hand away from her face, averting his eyes. “I forgot about your pain medication. I’m sure you’re hurting.” He slapped the call button for the nurse.

  A response came immediately from the small speaker attached to the call button. “Can I help you?” The voice sounded young and female.

  “Ms. Fos
ter needs some pain medication.” Simon’s answer was abrupt; he came to his feet as he spat out the order.

  “Someone will be right there,” the faceless voice answered as the call light went from red to black.

  Kara’s head was still spinning from his brusque dismissal-or was it avoidance?-of her question. She tipped her head back to look at his face. He was scowling down at her, his face implacable.

  Crossing her arms in front of her, she met his ferocious look with a small smile. “That tactic won’t work on me anymore,” she told him quietly.

  “What tactic?” he rumbled, his arms crossing just like hers, challenging her, his expression unreadable.

  “The one where I’m supposed to feel like I’m Little Red Riding Hood and you’re the big, bad wolf.” She lifted an eyebrow, refusing to look away from his disgruntled face. Simon Hudson could scowl, growl, and snarl all he wanted to, but she had his number. Somewhere beneath his gruff, bossy exterior, there was a layer of compassion and benevolence that he would probably never show to the world. But she saw it; she recognized it. If he had really just wanted to screw her, he could have come forward, met her in person. It would have saved him valuable time.

  He leaned down slowly, so slowly that her breath seized, as those molten dark eyes glinted with tiny flames and focused intently on her, making her want to squirm. Her body quivered, the waves of intense masculinity that were pulsating around her making her body react. His mouth lowered to her ear, the heat of his breath heavy against her neck and the side of her face. “Don’t be so sure that I’m not the big, bad wolf, little girl. I’d gobble you up in a heartbeat.” His low, menacing voice sent a shiver down her spine, but not from fear. Longing slammed into her body with hurricane force.

  Her pent-up breath escaped in a tremulous sigh as the nurse entered the room, forcing Simon to straighten up and move away from the bed. The efficient, middle-aged woman gave Kara her medication and took her vital signs. After doing a quick assessment, the woman left, only after asking if there was anything else Kara needed and getting a negative reply.

  “I’m surprised that I don’t have a roommate,” she muttered quietly after her nurse had departed. “This hospital is usually pretty busy.” She had done clinicals at the facility and at this time of year, the rooms were generally filled as soon as they were vacated.

  Simon flipped his chair around and sat in it backwards, his forearms resting casually along the wooden back. For the first time since she’d opened her eyes, he grinned.

  “There are some benefits to being a billionaire who just happens to be a generous donor to medical charities.” The chair was close to the bed, his teasing eyes close enough to be visible in the muted light.

  “So you asked for a private room because you donate?” Her lips twitched, but she tried to make her voice admonishing.

  He shrugged. “Not me. Sam took care of it while I was taking a shower. And I doubt he asked.”

  She rolled her eyes, positive that Sam Hudson rarely asked for anything. He demanded, expecting people to do as he commanded. However, just like Simon, Sam hid a tender heart under layers of ice.

  Her eyes grew heavy as the powerful medication started to kick in. Yawning, she felt Simon’s hand clasp hers, his thumb running loosely up and down her palm. “Pain medication. I’m not used to it,” she murmured, suddenly feeling exhausted.

  “Sleep. I’ll be here,” he replied in a husky, concerned voice.

  “You should go home and sleep. You’ve been here all night. I’m fine.”

  “I’m not leaving until you can come home with me,” he answered, his tone adamant and inflexible.

  “Not coming home with you,” she grumbled as her eyelids fluttered.

  “We’ll see. Just sleep.” His tone was soothing, pacifying.

  And she wasn’t fooled for one single second. He’d try to bulldoze over her later.

  Not having the strength or the desire to fight with him at that moment, she slept.

  Later that morning, Simon tapped every resource he had to convince her that going home with him was the best option.

  She received visits from Maddie, Helen, Sam, her attending physician, and Detective Harris, each person stressing the importance of her being in a safe environment, and naming Simon’s condo as the most secure place for her to stay. Maddie gave her the advice grudgingly, obviously not very keen on the idea, but trying to consider the best option for Kara’s safety.

  Wonder how much he had to bully Detective Harris and her attending physician to get them to agree that his home was the safest?

  Privately, Simon told her if she didn’t intend to go with him, he’d throw her over his shoulder and drag her back to his condo, kicking and screaming if necessary.

  It wasn’t his threat or the fact that she really had nowhere else to go that convinced her to get into the Mercedes and let James drive them home to the condo. In the end...it was the exhausted, wild, frantic look in his eyes while he made the demand that swayed her.

  Honestly, he looked like he hadn’t slept in days: his five o’clock shadow dark, his handsome face marked heavily with stress and weariness.

  He’s scared. Worried about me.

  Her chest aching with tenderness, unable to let him go on freaking out about her, she caved in and let him take her home.

  She’d worry about her additional pain later, when it came time to leave again. For now, she wanted Simon to relax, sleep, and eat.

  Screw her fears of hurting later. The look of despair on Simon’s face hurt more than any pain she would suffer in the future.

  I’ll just have to suck it up!

  Really, what other option did she have? She could watch Simon suffer, or she could worry about the pain later.

  She chose the second option, the relieved look on his face worth every bit of hurt she would suffer in the future.

  A few nights later found Simon tossing and turning in his massive bed, unable to sleep. Rolling onto his back, frustrated and pissed-off, he stared up at the ceiling, his eyes wide open when they should be closed, catching up on lost sleep. Shit! He hadn’t slept more than a few hours every night since the evening that Kara had left him. Now that she was back, he was still restless.

  I love you.

  Her whispered confession in the Emergency Room haunted him every fucking minute of every day. Had she meant it? Had she even been talking to him? She had been confused, disoriented, barely aware of her surroundings. There was no evidence that she even remembered speaking those words, so how did he know who she meant them for? Maybe it was just mindless babble, brought on by her injuries. He didn’t even know if he wanted those words to be intended for him.

  Oh, hell yeah, I do.

  Groaning softly, he shoved another pillow under his head, trying to ignore his swollen cock as it pulsated beneath the sheets, creating a large tent underneath the coverings. Christ, could he ever think about Kara without his balls turning blue?

  Actually, yeah, he knew he could. Scared shitless after the attack, his cock hadn’t been his primary concern. Seeing her appear so fragile, pale, and helpless in a hospital bed had nearly destroyed him, making him ache in other areas above his waist. For several days, his driving need to protect her, to keep her safe, had been his primary motivation.

  His lips turned up in a small smile as he remembered her outrage over the fact that he had contacted the college, explaining the situation and getting her absence for the rest of the week approved. He had thought he was being helpful, smoothing things over so she had time to recover. His crazy woman had actually thought she was going to return to classes the day after she was discharged from the hospital, and she had raked him over the coals for interfering in her life. She had gotten right up in his face and ripped him a new asshole. Kara had no problem challenging him, and he found her intelligent mind provocative. Maybe-just maybe-part of him enjoyed it. Ha
d a woman ever opposed him, questioned him, called him out for a behavior she didn’t like? The women in his life used him, let him use their bodies. None of them had ever cared enough to get in his face about anything.

  She’s getting to me. Bad.

  He could feel his internal walls beginning to crumble and it wasn’t a comfortable sensation.

  Fuck. Pay. Move on.

  It was the way he had interacted with women his entire adult life, but Kara was changing all that, tempting him to trust her. And fuck, he was tempted. It might be excruciatingly painful when her eyes bored into him as though she were peering into his soul, but knowing that she cared enough to do it? That was intoxicating, bewitching.

  She didn’t give a shit about his scars, his money, or elevated social status.

  And she thinks I’m hot enough to melt glaciers in Antarctica.

  Sam had told him about his conversation with Kara, how she had declared Simon the hottest Hudson. He and his brother had never been competitive. They had always been too busy working together to survive and then to thrive. Although they liked to verbally spar, Simon loved his brother. Fiercely. Yeah, Sam was fucked-up when it came to women, but he could hardly chastise his brother for that when he was just as bad. Probably worse. However, he had gotten perverse satisfaction from knowing that Kara had verbally slapped Sam down during her conversation with him at the fast-food place before the attack.

  I love you.

  Gritting his teeth, he rolled to his side, punching his pillow and trying to get comfortable. He had to forget, get a grip on his emotions, stop wishing for more than her presence. He had the comfort of knowing she was safe. Wasn’t that enough? At least he wasn’t going insane from not knowing where she was, if she was okay.

  A piercing, terrified female howl made Simon shoot straight up in bed, his muscles clenched, his heart racing.