Page 45 of Knight Watch

Chapter Twenty

Two daysof silence followed the charged meeting with Frida Montalvo—the attorney now representing her. Just saying the words in her head made anger churn in her gut—fury that she now had to defend herself and the Alliance Agency.

Her uncle had somehow twisted things until he had his lawyers and judges, and God knew who else, believing they were the criminals. Or was it less believing and more a case of money in brown paper bags crossing palms?

She didn’t know, but she was going to find out and put a stop to whatever evil, sick, twisted plan he had for her. He had taken everything from her—her family, her security, her virginity. It had all been ripped away by a brutal, sick man with a God complex.

The air was warm on her skin, the sun high in the sky, as Sydney watched Kingsley and Mason complete the assault course. It was a beautiful day in Miami but her mood was not. The team needed to let off some steam, clear their heads, and a workout outside seemed the best option. She watched Mason take the lead on the course, his lithe, muscular body whipcord strong and athletic. But it was the sexy shirtless muscle of her deliciously handsome Brit that made her squeeze her legs together as desire flooded her belly and made her body ache for him.

Never in her life had she felt like this, the deep pull of wanting to be with a man. To have him hold her, make love to her, to do sinfully decadent things to her body. He had opened her eyes to things she had never considered before and not just sexually. Kingsley had made her see she was worthy of love, that maybe she could have the future she had only dared dream about.

A smile ticked up her lips as she watched Mason miss as he jumped for the rope climb. Kingsley took advantage and with his upper body strength make light work of the rope as he slung a leg over the twenty-foot wall and jumped most of the way down, his knees bending to break his landing as he rolled with practiced ease. Mason was seconds behind but had lost the advantage, and Kingsley made him pay for it by hitting the bell, announcing him the victor. He turned to her and waved and her heart caught in her throat at his radiant smile. She wanted to spend her life being worthy of those moments with him. He had saved her in so many ways, and now it was time for her to save him.

Sydney sat on the hard concrete, her knees drawn up, hands resting on them as she waited for him to walk to her. His body glistened with sweat, and she had the overwhelming urge to strip him down and taste every inch of his body. He was distracting in a way no other man was. He was sweet, kind, funny, protective—sometimes over-protective—and so fucking handsome he made her heart hurt.

Watching the men was distracting her from what she really should be doing. She needed to figure out how she could carry out the plan that had been forming in her head since they’d heard from Frida yesterday. Her uncle seemed to have abandoned the kidnapping charges and was leaning on the judge to issue the order to have her declared mentally unstable. It seemed his new plan was to have her released into his care or committed to a facility for assessment.

Kingsley had gone off at that news, and it had taken every man in the room to stop him from leaving and doing something that was both foolish and sweet at the same time. Foolish because if he confronted her uncle, he would either be killed or locked away, never to see daylight again. Sweet because nobody had ever done that for her before and she appreciated the thought. Not even her sweet loving father, whom she had adored, had stepped up to defend her. He had been her hero, and always would be, but it hadn’t been her dragons he was slaying by going after his brother. It had been her mother’s.

Kingsley sat heavily beside her, his arm going around her as he kissed her temple, before pulling away a little. “You look deep in thought.”

“Just enjoying the show you guys put on.” She smiled, knowing her sunglasses hid her eyes. Kingsley could see through her and would see she was up to something without them.

“Yeah?” His lip tilted up with a grin that made her clit pulse with need for him.

“Yep.” Sydney enjoyed seeing this carefree side of him and knew they both needed to forget for a few hours what they were facing if the rest of Alliance couldn’t find the proof they needed to tie her uncle to the crimes her mother and father had detailed.

“Wanna help me clean all this manly sweat off my body?” Kingsley nuzzled her neck with his mouth, making her shiver.

“Well, it would be a public service.”

He stood and pulled her to her feet beside him. “As Mason will want to use the men’s locker room when he finishes whatever Krav Maga shit he’s doing over there, I guess we’ll have to use the ladies.” Kingsley gestured at Mason who was performing a series of moves that would put Bruce Lee to shame.

“We can’t do that!”

“Sure we can. All the girls are out except Cleo, and she’s working on the payroll stuff I sent her.”

“But what if she needs to use the bathroom?” Sydney wasn’t altogether opposed to the idea but felt a little naughty wanting it. He moved through the door and saw Cleo at her desk. Her head came up to them, and she smiled warmly.

“Cleo, ladies’ locker room is out of bounds. If you need anything, use the men’s locker room.” He walked past their secretary, dragging Sydney behind him. She felt the blush hit her cheeks she watched Cleo smirk and wink at her.

“Kingsley.”

“What?”

He pulled her inside and locked the door, his hands immediately going to the waistband of his shorts, where his now impressive erection was evident for all to see. Sydney ogled as he pushed them down his thick thighs, exposing his hard cock that bobbed against his flat ridged belly. The V of his Adonis belt making her drool.

“See something you like, baby?”

Her eyes moved to his. She almost gasped at the hungry look she saw in his eyes.

“Come here, baby.”

Her mouth went dry at the sensual undertone in his voice. Slowly she walked to him until there was barely air between their bodies. She could feel the heat coming from him, the smell of fresh sweat, and the deodorant he wore mixed with the scent that was all Kingsley.

“Want you to suck my cock, baby. Get it nice and wet so I can fuck you hard, make you scream my name as you come all over my dick.”

Her body was on fire from his words. Her nipples ached and her body clenched with the empty feeling of wanting him to fill her. To sear himself on her in a way that she would always be his. Body and soul, she loved this man, and she wanted to give him everything so he knew she was his. Had been his since the first time she’d seen him. Her heart had known, but her head had taken a while to catch up.