“Maybe just the tip?” She bites her lip and I have to grab the pillow to keep from doing what she asks.
“No.” My bare cock drags across her pussy lips, with that fucking strip of her panties keeping me from her entrance.
“You can pull out.” She could make a priest forget his vows.
“I won’t.” I grab her wrist and pull it away from her tits and then pin it above her. “If I have one inch of that sweet cunt around my cock I’m cumming in you.”
“I want to know what it feels like.” She says it so softly I almost don’t hear it. But my cock does.
Cum leaks out of it and spreads across her lips. As if she can read my mind, she looks down to watch it and we both can’t take our eyes off of it. The sight of my cum spread over her pussy is too much and I have to look away.
She sneaks her hand down between us and I hiss when she wraps her finger around my exposed length. Without me telling my body what to do, I thrust into her palm like I would her pussy. My breath catches in my throat and I almost choke.
It’s too good, yet I know it would be so much better if I could only slip inside.
My phone blares from somewhere on the floor but we ignore it. I’m so close to the edge all I need is her to drag her thumb across the tip one more time and I’m done for.
The phone goes silent but immediately goes off again and my jaw tightens.
“Don’t answer that,” she begs when I go to move off the bed.
One look at her with my shirt bunched up and nearly every inch of her on display has me doing exactly what she tells me to. I practically fall on top of her and press my lips to hers as I go back to humping against her.
My phone goes off one more time and I know in my gut this can’t wait.
“Go get ready. We’ll pick up where we left off after your exam tonight.”
She growls like an angry kitten as I get off the bed and search for my pants. “I’m not happy about it either, sweet thing.”
As I find my phone she stomps off to the bathroom and I grit my teeth. This better be good. I stuff my angry dick back in my boxer briefs and try to rub the ache away. I scroll through my phone with the other hand and see that I’ve got about a dozen missed texts from X and all the phone calls were from him too. When I hear the shower running I walk out of the bedroom and quietly close the door behind me as I call him back.
“Did you finally finish or am I interrupting?” His cocky response irritates me.
“What the fuck do you want?” I’m pissed because not only was I about to dump a load of baby batter between her spread legs, but he’s taking away the cuddle time after too. I’m not too proud to admit that might be my favorite part of the whole thing. Well, after cumming.
“Sounds like I called at a bad time.”
“I’m guessing this isn’t an emergency if you’re taking the time to act like an asshole?” I grind my teeth together and contemplate hanging up and sneaking into the shower.
“I’m just trying to soften the blow. How much longer does Berkley have before she can leave?”
“She’s got an exam today in about two hours and one more tomorrow morning. Why?”
The hair on the back of my neck is standing up as I walk over the window and look down. I see the security guards parked across the street and nothing seems out of the ordinary.
“Guzik was spotted outside the school yesterday. We just got the intel twenty minutes ago.”
“How did our team not see him?” I can feel my jaw tic as I run through our day yesterday.
“You weren’t there so they didn't have anyone stationed at that location.”
“It’s a loophole we didn’t think about. Why would we have someone there all the time?”
“Exactly. I don’t know how important it is that she stays there, but I think we should consider moving her.”
“Fuck.” I check my watch for no real reason other than to remind myself she doesn’t have much time. I know exactly what her schedule is and apparently so does Peter Guzik.
“I don’t want you to scare her if you don’t have to, but if you try to make her leave do you think she’ll come with you?” I can tell X is pacing and I know he must be worried. I would be too if this was happening to him on the other side of the world.
“I don’t know. She’s said all along she just wants to get this done so we can go. She’s already packed up what few belongings she has and is planning to ship them to Collins tomorrow.”
“I think it’s best we not panic. Your security is tight and we’ve got eyes everywhere now. The FBI wants him alive so they’re not making a move until they absolutely have to.”
“What does Kade say about that?”
X lets out a humorless laugh. “What do you think?”
“I’ll pass the message on to the crew. If there’s a threat, I’ll make sure they put an end to it. The feds can fuck off.”
“Agreed,” X says on an exhale. “Watch your ass, and get home soon.”
“Will do,” I say before I hang up.
I can hear the shower turn off and I’m brought back to reality. The thought of losing her is enough to bring me to my knees, and I catch myself in time to fall onto the sofa before I hit the floor. What would I do if something happened to her?
I clench my phone in my hand and decide that I won’t keep this from her. If she wants to stay I’ll be by her side and make sure she’s safe. But I don’t want her to throw away everything she’s worked for based on something that I won’t allow to touch her.
She deserves to know about this. And maybe it’s time for her to know how I feel.
Chapter Eight
Berkley
I wipe my hand across the fogged mirror so I can see myself. That shower would have been a whole lot better if Vaughn would’ve joined me. My eyes flick to my small shower, not sure if we could both fit in there together. I let out a small laugh thinking he probably has a hard enough time doing it on his own. I hadn't thought about how small the shower really was until I imagined him trying to use it. He’s been in there a few times so he must make it work.
I shake my head, looking back in the mirror. That man makes everything work. “Two more days.” Then I’m done. “Not today,” I remind myself.
We only focus on one day at a time. I’m not going to let my mind play games with what Vaughn and I are. I told him I was going to stay out of my head about that and enjoy the moments I have with him.
I blow dry my hair and wonder if I can get Vaughn to finish what we started before his phone started going off. The reminder of the call has me moving faster to get ready. He wouldn't have answered it unless it was important. Crap. I drop my brush and dart into the living area. Vaughn has his elbows on his knees with his head down. It snaps up at me rushing into the room.
“Is Collins okay?” I blurt out.
“Yeah, sweet thing. Collins is fine.”
I let out a sigh of relief as he stands up and comes over to me. He tucks a piece of my hair behind my ear and it’s so sweet and intimate, it’s like he’s done it a million times.
“Can you do me a solid?” His voice is level and not as playful as he usually is.