Locke (Corps Security #5)

“Holy shit,” I gasp.

He doesn’t flinch. If anything, his smile gets even bigger. I’ve seen him smile before, but it’s never been this big. This beautiful. This… It’s everything I’ve imagined. His whole face changes. His eyes crinkle in the corners, his white teeth in contrast to the golden bronze of his skin, his dark eyes full of pure fucking happiness.

He laughs when I continue to stare at him. I’m afraid to move or speak for fear that it will vanish and I’ll never see it again.

“You’re beautiful.” The whisper slips past my lips without permission and I slap my hand over my mouth with eyes wide.

“Still not sure that’s a description I want to own,” he grumbles, still smiling.

“Tough shit, big guy. You’re stunning.”

“Sass, Em.”

“Sass, my ass,” I tease.

“It’s going to be your ass. I have eight weeks of your sass throwing to pink your ass with.” He leans in, his arms braced against the table, his face inches from mine, and whispers, “You’re going to beg for it. I’m going to enjoy every damn second of it too.”

Before I can respond to his delicious threat, the door opens and Dr. Moss walks in. I shift in my seat and give Maddox a narrowed-eyed glare. He laughs and kisses me softly before moving out of the way.

“Are you ready to get started, Emersyn?” the doctor asks.

Without moving my eyes from Maddox, I reply, “You bet your ass I am.”

Maddox’s deep laughter booms through the small room, and I smile shyly in return. Dr. Moss looks up, trying to figure out what is going on, but he shrugs his shoulder before starting his examination.

Two hours later, we’re back in Maddox’s repaired Charger and rushing home. He runs two red lights and has us back in half the time.

Tonight is going to be magnificent.




When we park in the garage of the apartment complex, I look over to see Maddox deep in thought, staring out the windshield. He doesn’t look troubled, just contemplative.

“You okay over there?” I probe, reaching out and rubbing his thigh with my newly freed arm. It hurts to move my wrist too much. The doctor warned that I would be feeling that way for a while, but I’m confident that, with the therapy plan he’s worked out, I’ll be back to normal in no time.

“You have no idea the strength it’s taking me not to take you now…roughly. I’m worried that I won’t be able to hold back and your body isn’t ready to be fucked the way I want—no, need—to fuck you. I’m fighting with myself, Em, because right now, if I get out of this car without curbing some of this shit, I’m going to take you harder than you can take.”

“Jesus Jones, Maddox. Is that supposed to be a deterrent?”

“You bet your ass it is! You have no idea the things I want to do to you.”

“Well, then, I’ll tell you what. How about you sit here and think about all those dirty things you want to do to me since you apparently have no plans on actually doing them any time soon. Don’t mind me. I’ll just sit here and take care of myself!”

I’m frustrated. So freaking frustrated. I get where he’s coming from, but holy shit! How can he say that stuff and not think it’s going to make me need him more?

His nostrils flare and his jaw ticks, but he doesn’t move. I huff and jerk my hand from his thigh. The hell with this. I shove my strong hand down my sweatpants, moaning when my fingertips brush over my swollen nub. My panties are soaked, like completely saturated with my desire, and it won’t take me but a second to bring myself to completion.

“Emersyn,” he warns.

I roll my eyes, flip my fingers under the band on my panties, and push them deep, without ceremony, into my hot core. I can smell my arousal taking over the interior of his car. There is no damn way he can miss it. When I curl my fingers slightly and brush over my sweet spot, I cry out hoarsely, ending it in a long moan. My wetness coats my fingers as my walls starting to tremble. Just a few more thrusts and I’ll break into a million pieces. I can feel it building, and even at my own hands, I know it will be powerful.

“Fuck!” His deep voice vibrates through the confined space and my core clenches. “Goddamn it!”

Lost in myself—literally—I don’t even see him move before my hand is snatched out of my pants and my fingers are being shoved into his mouth. His tongue swirls around my digits and he closes his eyes on a moan.