Goddamn, she is strong, he thought, scrunching his eyes shut and banging the back of his head against the wall from the pleasure-pain of it all.
“Nice to meet you in the flesh, Bubba,” she said, releasing his dick and giving it a conciliatory pat before grabbing Big Country by the top of his open pants and pulling him toward her office door.
“Now that we’re all on friendly terms, I’m going to need you to go downstairs and fix the security system before Jules arrives to open the boutique.”
Big Country allowed her to push him out into the hall mainly because…well, he just liked the feel of her manhandling him.
When she winked, shot him that mocking fucking smile, and slammed the door in his face, he just stood there, bemused. Bubba deflated. Scrubbing his hands over his face, he tried to figure out exactly where the hell he’d lost the high ground.
Reaching for Bubba, he leaned over and examined him, checking to see if Stormy left bruises before gently tucking his friend back inside his pants and zipping them up. “I gotta say, as somebody who does security for a living, y’all got a shitty system anyhow,” he said loudly. “You keep skimping on security and you may not like what you find in your office next.”
“Just fix it!” Stormy yelled through the door. “Tick-tock, cowboy.”
“I ain’t a’scared of you, woman,” he called out. “Despite your manly hands and kung fu grip.”
Her laughter mocked him all the way down the hall.
It’s all right, ol’ son; you retreat for now, nothing wrong with retreating, just gives you time and a better vantage point for planning the next attack.
Confident in his ability to come up with a more effective plan, Big Country popped his cigar in his mouth, jogged down the stairs, and began reconnecting, rerouting, and recalibrating the entire security system. When he was done, though, the system—along with the tiny camera he’d installed above her office door—was completely in his control.
Big Country was about to yell that he was leaving when his phone rang. Unclipping it from his belt, he looked at the display, saw it was Zeus, and frowned.
“Zeus?”
Silence stretched over the line. Big Country looked at the display again to make sure the call hadn’t disconnected.
“Got a job for you.” Zeus finally spoke.
After so many weeks of stagnation, Big Country wanted to whoop with pleasure. A little action was just what he needed to distract himself from Sienna Red and the trouble she represented. It niggled to leave without knowing what threat made her carry a taser gun, but she was tough and capable; she didn’t need his protection.
Plus, he wasn’t into playing hero without being paid to do so, and the saving grace behind all of this, if there was a job, Lynx wouldn’t be able to slink down here this afternoon and destroy the inroads Big Country had made.
“On my way,” he informed Zeus as he headed out the front door, making sure that it locked behind him.
This is ridiculous,Stormy thought, shutting off her computer and standing so violently the chair banged against the wall behind her. The man had left the buildinghours ago,yet she hadn’t been able to complete one goddamn sentence on the flyer for the two-day instructional she and Jules were co-facilitating next month.
In a perfect world—a Lucas Beaumont-free world—she would’ve been downstairs by now cutting it up with Jules on the sales floor. After that, she would’ve met with Lynx and spent the remainder of the first day of her sabbatical enjoying this new phase of her life. Instead, she had to contend with the horse-dicked country stalker who’d broken into her business and hacked into her personal information…and that bastard had intentionally provoked her, had goaded her, not knowing that her first nature was to push back when pushed. She grinned. The man had nearly jumped out of his skin when she’d grabbed—
She fell back into the chair mortified.
Lord, she had grabbed that man’s naked penis.
What the hell had she been thinking?
She hadn’t, she hadn’t been thinking, she’d been reacting, and that was not okay; that was the response she’d spent too many years tempering and transforming into calm practicality. She couldn’t let him come in here and steal that away; she’d wasted too much time thinking about him as it was.
For a moment, she’d actually thought she was having a psychotic break when she’d walked into her office and saw him lounging in her desk chair. All weekend her mind had been cannibalized by memories: of him pressing into her body, of his voice whispering in her ear and rolling like thunder through her body, of the strength in his hands as he gripped her ass, of his scent infused into her skin tormenting her until she’d washed it away. She took a deep breath and groaned. His scent was more than a memory now, it was everywhere, like he had come in and sprayed all over her freaking office.
Pressing her fists into her temples, she pounded lightly.
Memories of Lucas fueled every orgasm she’d had this weekend, but having seen the beauty of Bubba, its length, its thickness, having felt its throbbing power, she knew,knew, she was going to use that moment to feed her orgasms for weeks to come.
Groaning, she stood, abandoning the project, and headed down to the boutique where Jules stood at the checkout counter hunched over a magazine. Stopping opposite her, Stormy wasn’t surprised to see that it was a French adult magazine—cultural porn, Jules liked to call it.
“Anything interesting?”
“Sexy women, creative French shit,” Jules said, looking up at her. “Mostly I just like perving over the sexies. Finish the flyer?”
