A Dom is Forever (Masters and Mercenaries #3)(61)

What the hell was happening to him that he was thinking about leaving behind everything he knew?

Avery slid into her little kitten heels. She rarely wore anything past a one-or two-inch heel. “Hi ho, it’s off to work I go.”

“Give me a minute and I’ll walk with you.” He reached for his jeans.

“Lee, you don’t have to do that.”

“I want to.” He needed to. He needed to stay close. She’d started out as the op, but he was beginning to wonder if she wasn’t the only thing worth protecting now.

He dressed quickly and stuck close as they headed out toward Liverpool station. When he dropped her off, he thought seriously about just waiting outside her building for noon to roll around, but his watcher was still close. With a weary heart, he made his way back to Avery’s. It was the only place where he wouldn’t have eyes on him.

It was time to start figuring out just how screwed he was.





Liam nodded to the doorman as he walked through. Avery had placed him on the approved list, and he now had a key card into the building. Once he was back in their flat, he could get on his computer and start trying to find anything he could that would prove or disprove Simon Weston’s story.

The elevator doors closed. Like most lifts in London, it was a tight fit. When he was with Avery, she had to stand close. He’d thought seriously about stopping the lift in between floors and having his way with her. He would shove her skirt up and free his cock and f*ck her hard and fast. By the time he let the lift free, she would be clinging to him. Pleasure wiped her out. He loved how limp and sated she looked after he’d wrung an orgasm out of her.

The doors opened on the proper floor, but before he could step out, a fist came flying toward his face. He’d been distracted, thinking of Avery, and he barely had time to sidestep the f*cker. He ducked, his instincts taking over. He rushed the guy, leaning over and going straight for his gut. Adrenaline started to pump through his system, thrumming through his veins as potent as arousal. Avery wasn’t around so he could use a good fight. When he couldn’t spend himself on her, he would take a little blood.

He crashed into the opposite wall, his opponent’s back slamming into it.

Liam grew up hard. He’d starved half his life on the Dublin streets, and he didn’t f*cking fight fair. He had the advantage now. He heard his opponent drag air into his lungs. He’d gotten it knocked out of him by the slam against the wall. Liam brought his knee back, perfectly ready to deball the motherf*cker.

“Please don’t,” a familiar voice said. Adam. Liam stepped back. Adam was standing right there in the hallway, leaning against the wall. And Jake. Jake had been just about to lose his balls. “Serena would be so upset if she lost half her chances at getting pregnant. Not that I can’t handle the job. I can, but she would be all over him. She’s a sucker for a sad story.”

Liam growled a little, a predator denied a nice fat meal. “What the f*ck was that about?”

Jake’s eyes came up. “Adam spoke too soon. I had you right where I wanted you.”

Right. “You wanted me to shove your balls up into your intestines?”

“Like you could. I was just about to kick out and shove you back, then I was going to get my hands around your throat and drag you into our apartment and then I was going to beat your ass until you come to your senses,” Jake vowed.

“You wouldn’t have been able to lift your arms after what I was going to do to you.” Jake was high if he thought he had the upper hand in that little fight.

“Or we could all just stop hitting each other and talk this out,” Adam suggested.

“*,” Jake shot back. He flexed his hand and stretched.

“I’m not the masochist here.” Adam turned to him. “Will you please talk to us? You’ve been a f*cking * for four days.”

He’d avoided them at every turn. And they were his friends, or at least they seemed to be. Damn it. Ever since Simon Weston had put that file in front of him, he’d been at odds. “I’ve been getting in good with Avery.”

“I have no idea what the f*ck you’ve been doing,” Jake shot back. “I think you might have been sitting on your ass or maybe you got a better deal and decided to start something with the competition.”

Anger flared. Jake was just asking for a thorough beating . “You want to explain what you mean by that?”

“What about asking politely do you not understand, *?” Adam said to his partner. He turned back to Liam. “We agreed we would just talk to you then the Neanderthal here had to go primeval on your ass. Look, Ian told us what happened. Can we please talk?”

He got the feeling if he didn’t they would press the issue. “Fine. But you only have until eleven thirty. I have to meet Avery.” He followed Adam inside, Jake hard on his heels. “So I take it Ian told you two to corner me?”

Adam turned, his eyes confused. “No. I’m worried about you.”

He really looked like he didn’t have a clue. “Ian didn’t mention that MI6 is on to us?”

Jake shut the door behind him. “Yes, he and Damon explained what was happening, which you would know if you had bothered to answer your texts and come to the meeting he called.”

Liam had ignored it. He’d been at Canterbury Cathedral with Avery. He’d taken a damn bus tour and held her hand when he knew he should be working. “What excuse did Damon give?”