Craving More (Nighthawk Security Book 2)

by Tory Baker

  “I know, Bridger, I swear I do. I also know you’re a lot of man. If there's anyone I’d want to count on with not only my body but my trust, it’s you. I will say this though: everything about this, it’s new to me.” Her head dips down as if it took everything to admit that.

  “What do you mean, it’s new to you?” I respond.

  “This, what we’re doing, it’s all brand new, like I’ve never done this before. Sure, I don’t mind being playful, but only around you, and earlier? That was definitely a piece of me you brought out in me.” She points to her chest, then back to mine.

  That’s when it hits me. This is Kellie’s way of telling me she’s a virgin. My hand moves to her cheek, cupping it while bringing her eyes to meet mine. “There’s nothing to be shy about. I knew the moment you walked into Nighthawk that we were going to be together eventually. You have to know we all knew your background back then, and I didn’t shy away, Kellie. We’ll take this how you want to. You’re in the driver’s seat, but I am going to tell you this now, no matter what crazy thoughts you have going on in your head, or if you feel like running, I’ll always be there. I’ll lift you up when life is kicking you in the ass. I’ll be your rock when you feel like the world is ripping you apart, okay?”

  Kellie does what I knew would happen—well, some of it at least. She face plants in my chest, her body is shaking, and tears are already working their way to soaking through my shirt. I do the only thing I can in this situation: I wrap her up in my arms and let her work through the emotions of the day.

  The only other thing I do is fumble for my phone, still keeping one hand wrapped securely around Kellie while I text Leo that there’s been a change of plans and to stop by my place for me instead. There’s no way I can leave her when she’s like this, not to mention I don’t want Leo getting even a glimpse of her body. There’s no fucking way I’ll ever allow that.

  Seven

  Kellie

  Bridger’s strong arms hold me while I fall apart. Embarrassment should be at the forefront of my mind, but it’s not. The only thing I can think about is not only is he holding me while I’m crumbling, he’s holding me while I build myself back up too. I knew Bridger would break down all my walls—there wasn’t any way around it. That’s why I knew not to give in to his heated looks or jokes that always held some sort of innuendo.

  I feel one of his arms pull away, causing me to burrow in deeper to his body. I don’t want to leave the comfort of his lap, his scent surrounding me. It’s the perfect blend of the sun shining down on a fall day and cinnamon. The smell is uniquely Bridger. When his arm comes back around me, rubbing my back, I practically purr my response.

  “You okay?” His voice has an edge to it that wasn’t there before.

  “Yes, I’m sorry. I made a mess of your shirt.” I pull up from my spot on his chest, wiping at the underside of my eyes. Looking down at Bridger’s shirt, I see where my mascara has stained the white fabric.

  “Not worried about that. Leo’s going to stop by my place to grab some things for me, then he’ll drop off your car. I’d rather you hear this bit of information from me than Leo running his mouth.” Bridger’s hands are cupping my cheeks. This man, he thinks I don’t know how he operates.

  “You mean the fact that you keep a spare set of keys to not only the company car but also my house, or how about that I know there’s GPS on said vehicle and my cell phone?” I see the surprise written all over his face, and I have to say, for once, Bridger is stunned speechless. He should know by now that I’m privy to all of this information. It’s the same for every employee at Nighthawk. I knew the stakes when I joined their team.

  “Well, then, since you’re Little Miss Know-It-All, I guess all of my secrets are out.” He tickles my side, causing me to forget about my epic meltdown and instead of crying, I’m laughing so hard I may pee my pants.

  “Mercy,” I get up after a few minutes, knowing both of us squirming on the couch will cause us to do something I’m not sure is a good idea. Yet. Not to mention Legend is wanting in on the action.

  “Something tells me there are more secrets that you aren’t letting on about.” We are both lying down on the couch, facing one another. Legend got the memo and moved to his dog bed near the fireplace.

  “More than likely, but we’ll cross that bridge when we get to it. Right now, I want to make sure you’re comfortable around me first.”

  “I think it’s safe to say I’m completely and ridiculously okay to be around you, if you haven’t noticed after today? The way my emotions have bounced all over the place and you being able to handle my craziness shows that.”

  “True. How about we get up? I’ll order Crave, unless you want Chinese food instead?” Bridger asks.

  “Oh, man, let’s do that. Orange chicken with fried rice sounds so good.” I all but salivate at the thought of food now.

  “I’ll order that. Does Legend need to eat dinner?”

  “Yeah, but not Chinese food, goof. I’ll get him fed, then I’ll text Raelynn to see if she has a cheesecake handy. Do you think Leo will pick it up for us?” I bat my eyes because I know Leo is already doing a lot for Bridger.

  “He owes me. He’ll pick it up for us.” Bridger winks at me, then he maneuvers his body so I’m now beneath him. My legs move out of his way, giving him room to place his hips between them, and I swear to all that is holy that I can feel every inch of him even though there are a couple of inches that keep us from completely touching.

  My breathing becomes choppy. It’s in this moment I know that I want Bridger’s lips on mine. I’m taking a leap, and I hope Bridger doesn’t let me fall. I lift my head. He understands what I’m asking for, and thank goodness, he doesn’t disappoint.

  Our lips meet. It’s not what I expect. I assumed Bridger would take what he wants. Instead, he’s allowing me to take the lead, even if his body is encasing my own. I’m hesitant at first, then I kiss Bridger again. The girl inside of me is screaming in excitement that I’m finally kissing the man who has been plaguing my dreams and every fantasy I’ve ever had.

  I moan as he finally takes over, my soft lips against his, the way he brings his tongue into play. It’s light at first until I match him. When he retreats, I chase, and that’s when Bridger takes over. This first kiss is out of this world amazing. I’ve admitted a lot today, but I won’t admit that this kiss is also my first, as in my first-ever kiss.

  We slowly pull a part. I’m breathless. Bridger’s is much the same. “Damn, sunshine, had I known you taste this amazing, I probably would have tasted you sooner.”

  That makes a soft smile play on my face. “Same,” I respond, then he levels himself up and off the couch, bringing his hand out to help me do the same.

  “We’ll have to work on that some more, then,” he replies once I’m standing. I nod my head, wanting that so much. Bridger kisses my cheek before saying, “Make your call, and I’ll make mine. I’ll be on the front porch if you need me.”

  “Okay.” My voice comes out like a rubber ducky squeaking. He leaves, and now it’s my turn to watch him walk away. I’m going to need a fan to carry around while I’m around Bridger non-stop, and I have to share a bed with him. Yeah, I can see me having to change my panties several times a day or take cold showers. His body has me fanning my face, and that’s just from the back—his broad shoulders, tapered waist, and that man’s ass. He sure knows how to fill out a pair of jeans and a T-shirt. After he disappears through the front door, only then do I make the call to Raelynn. Knowing her, she’ll have a cheesecake ready. It’s one of my weekly indulgences. It’s also one of the many reasons I do yoga five days a week.

  Our call is quick and to the point. She has one ready to go and will give it to Leo, thank goodness. I’m going to need that sweet decadence in order to get through this ordeal, that’s for sure.

  Eight

  Bridger

  The sound of my name wakes me from a deep sleep. It may have been the best sleep I’ve ever had. Part of
that could be because I’m wrapped around Kellie, my hand under her tank top, her firm breast in my hand, the other under her neck, all the while her ass is grinding into my rock-hard cock.

  After dinner and dessert, we hung out on the couch until I noticed Kellie’s eyes were starting to close. I’m not sure if that was from the food, the glass of wine, the day she had, or the accumulation of it all.

  “Bridger,” she moans again. I squeeze her closer to my body, trying my hardest to get her to quit squirming on my cock. I count to ten, breathe out. When that doesn’t work, I work my way through who I’ll be picking for this season’s fantasy football league. A game Slade, Drake, Leo, Drake’s brothers, and I take part in every year. Nothing like winning an easy six thousand dollars and having fun while doing it. But hell, even that doesn’t work, especially when she rolls toward me. I have no other option—she’s lost in her sleep. I roll over onto my back. Kellie tangles her leg with mine. The soft palm of her hand lands on my lower stomach, causing me to suck in my breath before thinking of something else. Counting and football didn’t work, so this time, I conjure up the things my mom needs me to do around her house, the way my sisters annoy the hell out of me needing me to fix this or that for them. I take another breath. Finally, that causes my aching cock to go down. I’ve had a case of blue balls for more months than I could count, but they’re worth it if it means I get to sleep beside Kellie.

  I close my eyes, pace my breathing with hers, trying to get back to sleep when her fingers tease the edge of the shorts I wore to bed. The breathless way she’s saying my name in her sleep has me ready to jump out of the bed and sleep on her small couch.

  “Kellie.” My hand that is wrapped around her hip comes up to tangle in her hair. I’m going to have to wake her up. There’s no way I’ll allow this to go any farther unless she’s awake and a willing participant. Even then, I’ll probably worry the entire time.

  “Hmm,” she mumbles.

  “Your hands, sunshine. I’m going to need you to move them,” I groan out, throwing my head back as her hand delves further into my shorts, playing with the trail of hair that leads to my cock.

  “I’m awake, Bridger. I want to feel you.” Kellie lifts her head. The night light in the hall is giving me just enough light to see her face.

  “You sure? We don’t have to do anything. It’ll go away,” I promise.

  “I’m positive. I’ve dreamt about this for so many nights now. Please let me feel you come with my hands.” Her voice is husky with sleep.

  “Fuck.” I give her what she wants. I’d be a fool to push her away. Something tells me Kellie needs this as badly as I do.

  “Does that mean yes?” she asks, her questing hands still lingering right above my cock.

  “Yeah, sunshine. I’ll always give you what you ask for.” I move my hands off her body. I’m going to let her do this on her own.

  “Good,” she purrs. Her voice has taken on a needy quality. My head slams back on the pillow beneath me, my fists holding it tight as I do.

  She skates the tips of her fingers down my length, her other hand trying to pull my shorts down as she goes. I lift my hips, and she pulls them down as far as they’ll go. In a perfect world, we’d both be naked, skin to skin. This is Kellie’s show though, and I’ll let her lead the way.

  As if her fingers aren’t enough, Kellie does the unthinkable, she scoots down my body, the ends of her hair trailing a path along my skin and heightening my pleasure.

  “Shit, Kel. You don’t have to do that,” I groan when I feel her tongue come out to lick the tip of my cock.

  “But I want to,” she says before licking up the pre-cum that seems to be dripping out of me at a record speed.

  A moan escapes at the way she’s licking the underside of my shaft, following the vein until she reaches the head again. When her mouth engulfs me, I know I’m fucking toast.

  “Tell me what you like.” She comes up for air.

  “You want my cock in your mouth, sunshine? You want to feel me come, don’t you?” She doesn’t even have to say a word. The way her breath hitches and how Kellie is rubbing her thighs together lets me know she wants this as much as I do.

  This time, my hand tangles in her hair. I don’t force her though. I’d never do that. I want her to enjoy this as much as I am.

  “Use your hand.” I guide my hand on top of hers, showing her how I pump and twist my cock when she’s not around. Kellie goes one step further. Her other hand reaches for my balls, lightly massaging them. When she hollows out her cheeks as she sucks on my head down to where our hands meet, I know it won’t be much longer until I’m filling her with my cum.

  Kellie moans as she takes me further. I look down at her unable to take my eyes off watching her lips wrapped around my cock, the way she’s so eager. I fucking know I won’t last much longer. “Sunshine, if you don’t want to swallow, back off now,” I grunt out. My hips are coming off the bed, working with her the entire way. My hand is still wrapped around hers on my length, and the other is in her hair.

  She doesn’t stop though, not my woman. It’s as if she’s craving more, more of me and more out of life, and I’m going to be the one to give it to her.

  “I’m coming,” I moan out loud before my body explodes. Kellie doesn’t stop, not until she swallows everything I have to give her. I swear she sucked me dry. I’m not sure I’ll be able to move right away, and believe me, it would make me the happiest man on earth to give her what I know she needs right now.

  “Are you okay?” Kellie asks when she finishes licking me clean.

  “More than that. Come here, sunshine.” I hold my arms out for her, and she comes to me without question.

  “That was fun. I can’t wait to do it again,” she murmurs into my neck.

  “Fuck, yeah, but you give me a few minutes. I’m going to return the favor,” I say before kissing her, not caring that she has the flavor of my cum on her tongue. I’m more aggressive with our kiss this time around. Our tongues meet, and I delve deep, wanting her to know how much I want and need her.

  My cock is already standing again, even after she drained me dry. I move her to her back, my body hovering above her, and we never stop kissing.

  Nine

  Kellie

  

  I have to say that having Bridger underneath me was the most freeing I have ever felt. Not only that, it made me feel like I could conquer the world with how he came in my mouth.

  Now though, I have a feeling he’s going to rock my world.

  “You ready for this? We don’t have to go all the way, but I do want to make you come. You let me know how far you want to go though, okay?” God, this man.

  “I want this, Bridger. Maybe not all the way right this moment, but I want to know what it feels like to have an orgasm and it not be brought on by my own fingers.” I show him how much I’m ready for this by taking my tank top off, flinging it somewhere in the room. Hopefully not on Legend. That thought causes me to giggle.

  “God damn, what I wouldn’t give to see you in the light right now. To see just how beautiful you are bared to me.” I guess tonight will be the night of discovery. I want to see Bridger as badly as he wants to see me. That’s what has me reaching over to the nightstand. “Watch your eyes,” I mumble before stretching and turning the lamp on.

  My arm is up over my head, the other is holding on to the sheets while I try not to slide off the bed. Bridger, though… damn, he’s my very own GQ model. He’s completely naked. This man, he must have lost his shorts somewhere along the way. For all I know, I could have helped him when we were in the heat of the moment. His muscles are on full display, along with the tattoo that’s on his left peck and goes down to his shoulder in a mural. It’s a tribute to his life while he was in the Army Rangers, not to mention one of the men who passed away in his platoon. I’ve heard him talk about it to Slade when he was having a bad day, which I thought were few and far between with the way Bridger jokes around so much. Seems like t
he man I’m falling in love with has a lot of facets to uncover.

  The way my legs are spread for him, I can feel his length through the thin pajama shorts I’m wearing, and I want to feel our skin against each other.

  “Look at you, Kel. You’re fucking gorgeous. Those tits of yours, they’re enough to make me weak in the knees. You’d like that too, wouldn’t you, me on my knees in front of you, paying homage to these.” His hands come into play. He cups my breasts from beneath, his thumb grazing over my nipples.

  “Bridger,” I whoosh out. He leans down, his tongue licking a path around one nipple while his thumb plays with the other, teasing me. I swear this man teases the hell out of me on a daily basis. His smoldering glances, his lingering touches on my hand, down to even the funny jokes he leaves written on my desk.

  “Don’t tease me, please.” My legs tighten around his waist, and I arch into him, wanting to feel his length if he isn’t going to give me his mouth on my nipples.

  “You like how I tease you. I know you do. Maybe I’ll tease the both of us tonight.”

  “Not happening, not tonight. I’ll use my own fingers if you try it,” I smart off, my hand skating a path down my body as I bypass his mouth that’s still teasing me.

  “Fuck that. The only fingers that will be going near your pussy will be mine.” Bridger’s hand finds mine, and he moves it so ours are entwined together, yet he’s holding me captive from where I yearn to be.

  “Two can play that game.” Doing what needs to be done, I push myself closer to his length, the ridge playing right where my clit is, wishing like hell that I took off my own stupid shorts at this point.

  “Sunshine, you can’t do that, or I’ll want more.” He grinds down on me, giving me what I need.