Duncan (The Protectors #3)(72)

“Let me talk to Slade, okay?” Jared hugged her tight. “We will work this out.”

Tessa nodded into his chest. “I know we will.”

Jared reached behind him and locked the door. “I think I need to show you just how much I love you.”

“If you insist, Mr. Kincaid.” Tessa grinned with a sigh as he proceeded to do just that.

Jared could still see the doubt in her beautiful eyes and vowed he would spend the rest of their lives proving to her that she was the only woman he would ever love.

*****

Duncan brought in everything from the Christmas party while Pam put Daniel down for the night. Looking around his home, he smiled. It finally looked lived in. Something he had yearned for.

Heading to the kitchen, he grabbed a bottle of wine and two glasses. Pam liked to have a glass before going to sleep. Pushing open the door, he walked out and stopped, dropping one of the glasses.

“Jesus.” Duncan swallowed hard. Standing before him was Pam, wearing only a Christmas-red bra and panties. A red velvet bow graced her beautiful neck. His eyes traveled down her body to the red high heels.

“Merry Christmas,” her voice was low and raspy.

In two steps, he was in front of her, his eyes never leaving her body. Leaning over her, without touching, he set the bottle of wine and one glass on the table behind her, his eyes never leaving hers. Taking her hand, he lifted her arm, twirling her around, his eyes taking in every inch.

“Do you like?” Pam smiled when they were face-to-face again.

He could only growl as he leaned down to kiss her, his hands placed lightly on her flared hips. He was still in awe at Pam’s ability to bring him to his knees, her ability to strip away the years of wall building that he had carefully erected around his heart. With just one look, he was hers.

“I take that as a yes,” she giggled, feeling empowered.

He lifted her, forcing her to put her hands on his shoulders. “I like it so much that I seriously doubt we will be making it to the bed.”

Pam wrapped her legs around his waist feeling his hardness. Feeling brave, she slowly rubbed up and down against him. “Take me, now.”

He reached down to run his fingers along her sweetness, and sure enough, she was ready. A satisfied rumbled ripped through his body. Unsnapping his jeans, he freed his throbbing cock and moved the wisp of fabric of her tiny panties out of the way. In one sharp thrust, he was inside her. Their mouths were frantic against each other.

Duncan pressed her against the wall, pounding into her. “You are going to be the death of me,” he growled. “I can’t get enough of you.”

Using his shoulders as leverage, Pam slammed down on him, meeting him with every thrust. Pam couldn’t answer him if her life depended on it. Her mouth opened in a silent scream. A flash of colors appearing before her eyes as her orgasm pulsated through her.

“That’s it, babe, give me everything you have.” Duncan bit at her neck as his release followed hers.

They stayed together, neither of them wanting to part. Duncan finally pulled back slightly to look at her. “Thank you.”

Pam swallowed hard, trying to catch her breath. “For what?”

“For trusting me and knowing I would never hurt you.” Duncan nuzzled her neck.

“I never doubted you, Duncan.” Pam hugged him as a tear of contentment slipped down her cheek.

*****

Sid walked into the kitchen flipping on the lights. Adam sat at the table staring at the beer in his hand.

“What the hell are you doing sitting in the dark?” Sid walked over to grab some leftovers.

“Not in the mood to party.” Adam tilted the beer bottle at him before tilting it to his lips.

Sid rolled his eyes as he sat down. “So you’re sitting in here feeling sorry for yourself, huh?”

“No.” Adam frowned. “I just don’t feel in the festive mood.”

“Ah, so you just sit around in the dark getting drunk.” Sid nodded.

“Fuck you, Sid.” Adam hissed. “You don’t know what you’re talking about.”

“Well after you’re finished drinking your sorry ass under the table, you need to come talk to me.” Sid took a bite of turkey. “Right now, get the f*ck out of my kitchen.”

“What is your problem?” Adam stood glaring down at him.

“My problem, you little shit, is that I just went to bat for you.” Sid glared back. “I got permission to head up a new department with you being my second hand man.”

“What?” Adam looked confused.

“You want to find Angelina or not, dumbass?” Sid tossed his piece of turkey down.

“What kind of f*cking question is that?” Adam hissed.

“Well, seeing that you would rather sit in the dark alone drinking, it’s a pretty good f*cking question.” Sid stood up leaning across the table in his face. “We are now actively investigating the human trafficking and auctioning of young women.”

Adam set his beer down. “When?”

“As soon as you sober up.” Sid sat back down. “Don’t make me regret this,” he warned, pointing a piece of turkey at him.

“I won’t, man. Thank you.” Adam walked around the table, heading deeper into the kitchen.

“Where the f*ck are you going?” Sid turned to watch him.