He didn’t question me, and he worked quietly away from the excessive influence of the team cloistered inside my house.Not that I wanted not to be questioned, but working beside the colorful younger man was…nice.
Annoyingly, I can see why Adora likes him. He’s easy to be around, and doesn't pry, unlike the stylist and marketing department, both of whom attacked her as soon as she walked out to collect her harp from me.
Adora took one look at them, refused to answer their questions, and hid back in her room. From the way they both bitched about her afterwards, I didn't blame her in the least.
My shoulders roll back, releasing the tension they have gathered. The driving need to be with her is stronger than I can handle. Forcing myself toward my bed instead of hers. I’m all too ready to spend my night with my hand on my cock, when I should be getting sleep. Tomorrow is research day. I need to know more about her stalkers and which one is likely to have taken the shot that should have ended her life.
Christ, the feel of her curled under me as the bullet ripped a fresh path across my back burns anew. The situation should never have been set up the way it was, but the handover was poorly timed. On the other hand if I hadn’t been there, Adora wouldn't be in my house right now, and I wouldn't have the opportunity to find the asshole who tried to prematurely end the contract I’ve signed on for.
“Fuck it.” I scrub a hand over the back of my neck, contemplating a cold shower. The mere memory of Adora anywhere near me is too much. I throw back the sheets to my bed, climbing into the cold space, my hand already closing around my semi-erect cock, and find my bed isn’t cold at all.
There's a warm body in it. One without an invitation.
CHAPTER SIX
HENDRICK
My hand leaves my cock and latches onto the neck of the person who occupies my mattress. The body barely moves as I roll, seeking the knife that lies behind my pillow, against the backboard of the bed.
“What the fuck do you think you’re doing—” The words are barely out of my mouth when a soft sound whispers between my intruder at me.
A sound I recognize.
“Adora?”
Soft hands contact my bare shoulders. She presses gently, letting me know my weight isn’t too much for her, but she’s not pushing me away.
Not yet.
“What are you doing in here, love?” I alter my question to fit her even as I settle over her body, aligning between her thighs that part a little just as her lips do. My eyes adjust to the dim room light, the moon outside providing just enough to see by tonight. It’s darker than last night, but bright enough to earna glitter from her dark eyes, and see the flicker of her tongue against her lips.
“Love, I need to know why you’re in my bed.” Blood surges south as I register her soft heat pressed against my body, the way she yields to my knees slowly easing hers apart. My cock surges to life, nudging against her entrance.
Her sweet gasp leaves me aching, worse than before.
“I was scared– Without you.” It takes a moment for her to finish the stalked sentence, but I'm used to how she talks, and how she doesn't. Waiting her out is natural for us now, and every word is worth it.
“You’re worried he’ll find you here?” I brace an arm over her head, stretching over her. Warm breath brushes my lips. She tastes like stardust and her eyes are pools of forbidden moonlight, and I haven’t even kissed her yet. I’m beyond fucked and we both know it. “Love, you shouldn’t be in my bed, but if you’re not leaving now, then I won't stop you. But if you’re here…” I glide my other hand along her side, finding her hip and stroke my thumb over the sensitive nerve there.
She gasps beneath me and rolls her hips up against me. “Fuck, Hendrick,” she whispers.
I lower my mouth over hers, stopping a breath away. “You’re too fucking good to be true,” I murmur against her mouth. “Too fucking beautiful.”Too fucking close.“Too fucking wet.”
I grind against her, slow and rough. Her answering mewl is soft, but I swallow it anyway. Her group of mini mes is too nosy for their own good. What happens in this room tonight is for us, alone. Her lips part under the pressure of mine, granting me entrance as I press my tongue inside her open, hot little mouth. Her legs widen for me, and suddenly I’m enveloped by wet heat. Her eager little cunt welcomes my tip, and I’m all too ready to brand her walls with my preferred sort of sin.
It takes all my willpower to remain still when she lifts her hips, inviting me in, deeper, but I’m not rushing the most beautiful fucking thing I’ve had in a ling damn time. My kisses deepen and her body softens beneath mine. I find her hands, lacing them together and then over her head, enjoying the way she arches for me far too much. I kiss her again, but she pulls away, her body a tense board beneath me. Even her pussy grips my cock at the tip, and I fight a groan.
“Fuck,” I mutter. “Are you okay?”
“I heard—” she breaks off, shrinking in my arms.
I check over my shoulder, but can’t hear anything. The house seems quiet, but quiet can be a deception. I smooth her hair back. “Love, look at me. Do you need me to check each room for you to sleep?” Not that sleep is what I have on my mind right now.
She watches my face, but I’m far from worried. The horses are an excellent gauge of strangers, and make a ruckus at the merest incursion. Every entrance to the house is well guarded, and each door has its own custom squeak by design.
Adora breaths out. “No,” she whispers, her voice small.
"I'll check,” I murmur, needing her to be alright, needing her to feel safe here, if nowhere else. “But if I run into Milo and he tries to serenade me drunk, I’m out.”
