At Peace (The 'Burg #2)(47)
“Where’d you go?” she asked as he was sliding his door shut.
He turned to her and tossed the remote on the couch.
“You’re in the wrong room.”
“Where’d you go?” she repeated.
“Your system is tight, Vi, but you can’t leave a door unlocked. I locked it, went out your side door.” He lifted his hand, the keys to her kitchen door jingled from his fingers then he palmed them and pushed them in the pocket of his jeans. “Now, like I said, you’re in the wrong room.”
She stood and whispered, “Thanks for thinkin’ of that, Joe.”
Christ, why did his dick twitch every time she said his name?
He decided he was definitely done talking in the living room.
Therefore, he growled, “Get in my bed.”
“Joe –”
There it was again.
Fuck, she undid him and she did it just saying his name.
“Bed.”
She hesitated then she whispered, “Okay.”
He watched her turn and walk down his hall like she had all the time in the f**king world.
He gave it a second to get himself under control so he didn’t go into his room, rip her nightgown off and scare the shit out of her when he did her.
Then he followed her.
* * * * *
“I have to go,” she said against his neck.
She was on top of him, his c**k still inside her, he was still hard, he’d come not a minute before (she’d come earlier but she still rode him hard until he found it) and now she was talking about going.
He had an arm draped around her waist, the other hand in her hair and he tightened both to make his point.
But he made it verbally too. “Not done with you, buddy.”
“Really, Joe, I should go.”
He looked to his clock, it was nearing midnight.
“You tired?” he asked.
“Yeah,” she answered.
His arms got tighter. “Then sleep.”
“Joe –”
He pulled her off his dick and rolled them to their sides, shoving his knee between her legs, forcing her to wrap her thigh around his hip and he did this to make another nonverbal point.
She got his point and whispered into his throat, “My girls are alone.”
“Anyone gets near your doors or windows, your alarm will go off, I’ll hear it, so will Colt, and we’ll move on it.”
“But –”
“Not to mention it’s wired straight into dispatch and Colt’s told them, they get the signal, they go in hot.”
“But, I –”
Cal tipped his chin down to look at her and tugged on her hair to force her to tilt her head back.
When his eyes caught hers, he spoke, “I thought for a second they were unsafe, I’d be in your bed.”
“Are you sure?” she whispered.
What he was sure of was that he was relieved that she wasn’t slipping out of his bed to make some bitchy point or that she was using him to get off and leaving him to go home and sleep. Why he was relieved, he had no f**king clue. Any other woman did any of that shit, he wouldn’t care less and some of it he’d encourage.
Vi, it’d piss him off.
He was also sure nothing would happen to her girls. Daniel Hart might have money and power but he didn’t have anyone on his payroll who could slip through Cal’s system.
“I’m sure.”
Her body relaxed, settling into his. He loosened his hand in her hair and she tucked her face back in his throat.
“It’s weird,” she said softly and after she spoke her body got tense again.
He waited for her to say more but she fell silent.
“What’s weird?” Cal prompted.
“Nothin’,” she replied quickly.
“Buddy.”
She changed the subject, not that she introduced the subject in the first place still she changed it.
“I’m just gonna doze before I go home.”
“Vi, what’s weird?”
“Really, it was nothin’. I was just thinkin’.”
“About what?”
“It’s not a big deal.”
His hand slid from her waist to her ass, he cupped it and he squeezed his warning while verbalizing it. “Not gonna ask again.”
She was silent a second then she sighed.
Then she asked his throat, “How do you play bodyguard and be home all the time?”
“What?”
She tilted her head back so he again dipped his chin.
“You’re security to the stars, how do you guard them if you’re here so much?”
“Don’t do the bodyguard thing much anymore, buddy,” he told her. “Special gigs if the pay is good. Mostly do their systems.”
“Systems?”
“Kinda like I did for you.”
“Really?”
“Yeah, means I have to deal with their shit for a week, not for f**kin’ ever.”
“So you just install their systems?”
“Nope, stopped doin’ most of the installs awhile ago too. Just design ‘em, contract out to guys I trust to install the hardware and I come in to do the wiring.”
“Really?” she repeated as if this was surprising.