I can feel Briggs’s cock thicken inside of me. He grunts my name every time he’s filling me. Once. Twice. Three times.
When he punches his hips forward a fourth time, our skin slapping together sounding like tortured bliss, jets of his cum fill the condom. I suck in air as I open my eyes, black spots dancing across my vision.
I’m not sure how, but Briggs manages to hold me upright and steady the entire time. The realization has me shuddering in his hold. His hands are gentle as he lowers me back down to the bed and releases my hair. I slump into the mattress, my body incapable of holding me upright.
How could it when my muscles are jelly and I don’t think my bones even exist anymore?
I feel the bed shift and then I’m being pulled into my man’s strong arms. He runs his fingers through my hair and massages my scalp. I melt into his chest.
“I’ll get you cleaned up in a few minutes, Tempest, but I just need to hold you.” He rumbles, “You took me so well. I already want to be buried inside of you again.”
I pat his chest, half asleep, but content because I know Briggs is going to take care of me. Trusting him already should have me worried, but I’m not. I don’t fully understand it, but I want everything he’s offering.
Even if it scares the hell out of me.
“First nap then more hanky-panky,” I mumble the words, half-asleep and barely coherent.
I feel the chuckle that comes from his chest more than hear it. And it soothes me.
While I wish the events leading up to me running to the clubhouse had been different, I’m thankful to be in my man’s arms. It feels like I belong and I’ll protect this feeling with everything in me.
The man basically bought me a wardrobe and did a damn good job. If that’s not showing up, I don’t know what is. Now to make sure a crooked cop doesn’t try to take it all away from me.
CHAPTER 13
MAYHEM
As Ripper settles into a chair on the other side of my desk, my gut clenches. He’s about to tell me some shit I don’t want to hear. I want to ignore it, but I can’t. It’s an impossibility because my woman being in danger just isn’t an option.
I’ll burn the entire fucking world down if something happens to her. I’m aware that it might not make a lot of sense to anyone else. Hell, someone might say I’m moving too fast, but I’m not interested in hearing that bullshit noise.
Addyson is mine and I’m going to do whatever I need to do to keep her safe and ensure her happiness. It’s the only way I know how to live.
Thinking of my woman reminds of how good it felt to sink into her from behind and how well she took me. That was only a few hours ago, but I’m already craving more of her. Fuck, I just want to be near her.
But her safety comes first.
Ripper looks at me for a long moment, as if he’s considering whether I’ll be able to hear his update without flipping the fuck out. I can, I just can’t guarantee everything in my office surviving. But a hole in the wall or a few broken items is the price of admission sometimes.
“Just say whatever it is you need to say,” I grit out the words, a feeling of foreboding settling around us and making me feel uneasy.
The need to have my eyes on my woman only grows. I’m not entirely sure how I manage to stay in my chair, but I do. The leather creaking underneath me is surprisingly grounding.
“Wagner is definitely tracking Addyson,” Ripper’s words are low and rough from disuse. “From just following him I can’t tell whether he has any help on the force or not. He hasn’t met up with friends or gone many places. From the outside he appears to be a man mourning the death of his wife and has kept up with his routine.”
The feeling of dread in the pit of my stomach deepens. “Except for today,” I don’t pose it as a question, but a fact. Ripper wouldn’t be bringing it up if there hadn’t been a change.
Ripper nods once and roughly exhales through his nose. “Today, he drove down to Magnolia Point and checked out Addyson’s place. He was alone and staked it out for a few hours before breaking in. I didn’t follow him in, so I’m not entirely sure what he did there. I was going to send Anchor in to check it over for bugs and cameras, but it might tip Wagner off about being watched, or lead him to Addyson earlier than necessary.”
I lean back in my chair and pinch the bridge of my nose. “Fuck,” I try not to explode even though it’s what I desperately want to do.
It won’t do me any good. Not now. Not in this situation.
“Good thinking about not calling in Anchor. Maybe we let Wagner think he got away with checking out her place. I don’t like that he knows who she is and was able to track her to Magnolia Point,” I admit.
Ripper nods but doesn’t say anything. I’m not surprised. If his words aren’t adding to the conversation, he doesn’t offer them up. Still, I don’t need a brother to talk a lot or be loud. I need a brother to be loyal and Ripper is loyal.
He’s also a fucking psychopath, but that works in my favor in this case.
