“I’m going to throw you down on the bed and ride your fucking face, then just before I come, I’m going to fuck you so hard and fast you’ll be begging for mercy.”
“Okay, guys, we’re at the gate, so corral the angry rape-fuck energy that has me on the verge of shooting a load in my shorts.”
Wrenching away from the piercing, hot gaze I’d fallen into without my knowledge or consent, I looked around, and sure enough, we were in line at the base gate. I grabbed my wallet, pulled out my military ID, and then did a double-take when Declan handed over his ID. I’d been expecting a state-issued driver’s license. Instead, he handed me a CAC ID. My eyes read it again before handing it out the window to the guard.
He carried a government-issued badge showing he was a DOD contractor.
“What is it you do?”
“Not here.”
I nodded, but my head spun. What the fuck did he do for the DOD?
A few minutes later, the driver pulled away from the curb after dropping us off, and I unlocked the door to my apartment. I tossed the keys in the bowl on the entertainment center and headed for the kitchen. Grabbing a couple of waters from the fridge, I held one out to him and waited.
“So… what is it you do?” I asked, not letting go of the bottle as he took hold of it.
“Personal protection.”
“You’re a bodyguard.”
He nodded.
“Why’s a bodyguard got a DOD access pass?”
“The agency I work for has several divisions. I work mainly for the security division, but there’s also a private military contractor division that I sometimes get tapped for.”
I stared at him, and he sighed. “I’m not CIA or anything like that.”
“As if you’d tell me if you were.”
He laughed as he drank the water I’d given him. His throat muscles clenched and bobbed, and I couldn’t take my eyes away from it.
“So, we doing this or not, because I gotta tell you, the pampered princess I’m detailed to has made life hell lately, and I really need to blow off some steam. If you’re not up for it anymore… for whatever reason… then I’ll hoof it back to the gate and find a hookup elsewhere.”
6
DECLAN
“Bedroom’s upstairs.”
Halle-fucking-lujah.
I stared at him, guzzling down the remainder of the teeth-busting cold water. Sitting the empty bottle on the counter, I pulled my shirt over my head and dropped it on the floor. My hand moved to my waist and flicked open the button on my jeans.
Molten dark chocolate eyes followed my every move like a predator stalking his prey. The weight of that gaze was heady and seductive. So, I made a show of stripping away the rest of my clothes.
And he watched.
All the while, the dominant alpha male in me protested.
I ignored him. I needed more than the taste Hayden gave me at the club. I needed the complete experience. Not just a quick, hard fuck against a wall.
I kicked away my pants and briefs, wrapping my hand around my straining cock. I eye-fucked him, stroking myself from base to precum-slicked tip. I gathered it with a finger from my other hand, bringing it to my mouth.
“Stop.”
I froze.
