Witness Pursuit (Bodyguards #1)

“I don’t feel so good.” Her vision blurred. “But I need to see Drake and make sure he’s okay.”


“No, you need to sit and catch your breath. If this Drake is in the hospital, he’ll be in the best of care. You though, are mine to look after. Brigs,” he yelled. “You go with that boy. I’ll watch…Jenna.”

“I’ve got my cell. Keep yours on hand.” Brigs walked off with Slade.

“Are you sure I can’t–”

“Yes. Get in.” He opened the door and with no choice, she slid into the front seat of his SUV.

“Where are you taking me?”

“Not far.” He reversed and drove to the far side of the parking lot, into a space where a curved garden of thick green bushes with white flowers hid them completely from view.

He turned the engine off then yanked her into his lap. “Just relax, okay?”

“I can’t believe Drake got shot. Slade said it was down by the river. A dirty shot in the back.”

“Hell, this just gets worse.” He jammed his fist over the door locks and shoved them home. Tucking her cheek to his chest with one hand, he flipped open the glove compartment and withdrew his gun. He set it on the dash.

“The shooting had nothing to do with me. You don’t need that.”

“It’s instinct to have it on hand where you’re involved. Ignore it’s there.” He lifted the lever on his seat and pushed them back.

“I’m sorry I left with Slade the way I did. I don’t know why this happened to Drake.”

“Brigs will find out. You’re safe, and that’s all that matters. It’s best you wait it out here with me, until we get more clarity on this.”

“Thank you for coming.” She ran her hands over his chest and around to his back, driven by old memories to make sure he wasn’t bleeding. “Sorry, I had a bit of a flashback on the ride.”

“I’m in one piece.”

Eyes closed, she snuck her nose into the low v of his blue shirt. He was solid and strong, and with her. “I know this isn’t the right time, but…” She pulled the ends of his shirt free, hoping he understood what she needed.

“Are you sure? You’re in shock.” He halted her hands.

“I’m more than sure. No one can see through the tinted windows, right?”

He didn’t answer her with words, but with actions, unzipping and dragging her jeans down, taking her pink panties with them. As he rolled her underneath him, he slid her red cotton tank top over her head.

“If you want to stop, tell me.” Leaning in, he nuzzled into her bra.

“Never.” She rubbed against him, moaning as he took one nipple deep into his mouth and sucked. He stayed there, covering her other breast with his hand and caressing.

He was so overdressed. She lowered his fly and released his cock.

Oh yeah. Much better. Now she had more of what she wanted.

With a moan he cupped her bare bottom and nudged her legs wider. “I missed you. Bad.” He slid his finger along her entrance, playing with her clit.

She gasped and bucked against his hand, arching her back. “Show me.”

He took her mouth in a long kiss as he pushed a second finger in and stroked with tortuous perfection. Sublime. “Like you wouldn’t believe.”

Gripping his shirtfront, she rode his hand, somewhere in the process of it all, feeling the change from wicked fingers to thick heavy cock.

“Tyler.” He filled her up as he rocked into her. It was so right the way he joined with her.

“Let go, Lee. I’m right here with you.” Then with the skill of his mouth taking hers, she flew, his body driving her hard over the edge and into complete oblivion.





13




Lydia’s lids fluttered open. Mmm, Tyler’s body was hot over hers, and she didn’t care that she couldn’t move, not after the orgasm long denied her.

“Wow.” She found her breath as his cock twitched deep inside her channel. “It looks like you’re ready for round two.” Once was never enough, not for either of them.

He tucked a length of hair behind her ear as he rolled to his side. “I would, but my cell phone’s vibrating. It’ll be Brigs.” He lugged it out of his pocket.

She licked her lips. What a gorgeous body he had, or at least what was exposed to her eager eyes.

“I can’t answer it if you’re looking at me like that.” With a grin, he adjusted his pants and zipped them up. “Hey, Brigs.”

Edging closer, she angled her ear to hear. “Tyler, it’s safe to come in. The boy Drake Hyena is out of surgery. They’ve removed the bullet and the doctor’s just told everyone he’ll make a full recovery. Jenna’s new family is asking where she is.”

“Thanks. We’ll head in now.” He pocketed his cell then let out a ragged sigh. Slowly, he drew her panties and jeans into place. “I never have enough time with you. That really has to change.”

“I agree.” She shuffled and clipped her bra on. Oh, it was so tight, her breasts far fuller than normal.

“Do you need a hand?”

“Yeah, where’d you throw my shirt this time?”

“I hardly call this a shirt.” He fetched her tank top from the back seat and slid it over her head.