I smile, ignoring the last part. She’s still disoriented and shaken by everything that happened. Everyone tells me to give her time to rest and recover, and of course I do. But I won’t have her locked in her room like Salister did back in Montana. She yearns for air and life as she knew it—I can tell—so I’ll give her that too. The EFW won’t strike now, not when they have the upper hand and the ball is in my court. Besides, I never want to be anywhere she’s not.
“We both need to get some fresh air. Eat up, then we’ll go. I only need to meet some officers. It won’t take long.”
She nods faintly, the light in her eyes flickering as if it still hasn’t fully decided to stay with her. To keep her going. She pushes her food around with the fork, then takes two more hesitant bites of the braised duck before looking up at me with her big hazel eyes.
The doctor warned me her appetite would be low.
“Angel…” I tilt my head, a plea in my voice.
“I can’t eat right now. I’ll try again when we get back. Please?”
My eyes narrow slightly as I take in her fragile body. She needs to eat, but forcing her won’t do. Maybe taking her outsidewill help. Maybe exhausting her body with my fingers will bring out her appetite. I focus my eyes behind her, on Saint, and he approaches almost instantly.
“Bring her a granola bar. And keep this food warm until we get back.”
Saint nods and disappears into the kitchen with her plate. I take Dove upstairs, picking a pleated skirt and an ivory blouse with short sleeves from her closet. Despite her insisting she can do it herself, I help her get dressed, not wasting any chances to feel her beneath my fingertips. Then we’re in the car and I wrap my arm around her, pulling her close to me in the backseat. Perez, another one of my hires, drives us around the city in silence.
Outside, the sun is mostly covered by grayish clouds. But the weather is still warm and the Potomac River is calm and quiet. So much so that Dove breaks the silence to ask for the AC to be turned on. Perez does it, and I swipe my thumb across her shoulder, forcing her to lean on my chest with her pretty head. The scent of her shampoo registers when she does it and I cling to it, burying my face in her hair as I say, “Lie down, angel. There’s traffic.”
I press a soft kiss to the top of her head. Without protesting, she brings her legs up and curls at my side, sighing softly with her eyelashes fluttering close.
I catch Perez’s eyes in the front mirror, but he’s quick to avert mine.
Good.
We drive over a speed bump, and I extend my hand down to Dove’s skirt, where I grip her soft ass cheek above the thin material. I lower it more until I’m touching the back of her thighs. Then my hand disappears under the skirt and I slide it to her pussy—plump, closed, and covered by another layer.
Feeling the strap of her thong, I curl a finger behind it and push it to the side. I stroke her naked slit with my knuckles, barely touching her when her head shifts. She looks up at me, brows furrowed with a question in her eyes.
Still petting her pussy, I tilt toward her ear and say, “Be good, Dove.”
A muted mewl answers back, and I notice when her gaze wanders to Perez, a clear sign of her concern for being watched. But Perez isn’t watching—he knows better. And I’m not exposing her to him.
I push my finger into her soft flesh, feeling her damp walls bury me at her entrance. I cover my mouth with my free hand, supporting my elbow on the window frame as I groan at the feel of her. She stills against my body, save for the subtle swaying caused by the moving car. It reminds me of the first time I tasted her, back in June when I was traveling with my convoy.
I pump my middle finger in and out of her entrance, feeling her body relax more.
That’s it. Such a good girl for me.
So much wetness pools around my hand that the sounds of her arousal break through the constant hum of the car as we ride through the streets of Washington. I remove my finger and start petting her entire pussy, giving her channel a short break. My knuckles slide across it easily now, her lips and clit nice and slick.
I look down at her, seeing her slender hands gripping the lower edges of my uniform jacket and her cheeks flushing with a shade of pink. Her lips are parted, and her breaths shallow as she lies in my arms and takes all that I’m giving her.
I want her thoughtless—a present, whimpering mess with no time to remember the horrors she went through. A mind so aware of her constantly used pussy that all she needs to use her voice for isyes, sir, andplease, and if needed, her safe word.And I want her to expect it. To know that I could reach for her pussy anywhere I want, regardless of who we’re with or where we are. As long as she’s with me, she doesn’t have to worry about anything. I’ll always think for her when I know she needs it.
“Sir,” Perez says without meeting my gaze in the front mirror.
“Hmm?”
“We’re here.”
I nod, removing my hand from Dove’s pussy and wiping it on her skin beneath her skirt. I’m not done with her, but I’ll have to wait until we go inside the Command Center. Hand wrapped around the back of her neck, I guide her towards the building, the scent of her pussy on my fingers wafting around us. It makes my cock twitch, and I have to take her hand instead because I can’t be seen with a fucking erection where I know reporters like to roam around. Once we’re in the building, I settle her in my temporary office so I can go talk to the officers.
“Will you… Can you lock the door?” she asks, wrapping her arms around herself.
I don’t know why but the question sparks something in me. She wants me to lock her up, to protect her from the monsters outside these walls when I’m just another one. The only difference is that I love her.
“I will. Is your pussy still wet?”
