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Her eyes flashed with understanding.
“They’ll hear.”
“They won’t.”
“Baby, they won’t.”
“Easton—”
“Trust. Me.”
Her body melted closer, her hands shoved under my tee, and her nails skimmed up my back. I didn’t delay showing my woman what her love and trust meant to me. I did it with her bent over our desk, her jeans and red lacy panties around her ankles. With one hand up her shirt playing with her nipple, the other between her legs toying with her clit. When her climax was hovering, I released her nipple, fisted her hair, bent in deeper so I could take her mouth. I swallowed her moans.
She returned the favor and muffled mine.
THIRTY-ONE
I was in the conference room grabbing a file I’d left after the team briefing when my cell vibrated in my back pocket. I pulled it from my jeans and looked at the screen.
I was smiling when I answered, “Hey, Dutch.”
“I’ve lost you to Silver.”
He wasn’t wrong.
In the two weeks since my father had been shot, I’d redecorated—or I should say decorated—Easton’s office, making it officially our office. I liked working at Headquarters, which was how I thought of the Annapolis office since the cat was out of the bag so to speak and everyone knew of Black’s existence and about The Ranch.
“I’m still on call when you need me.”
“No, Dove. It’s time.”
“Dutch—"
“I want you free and clear. No more shadows.”
I stared at the table, unseeing.
I’d had two weeks of constant reminders. Two weeks of building friendships that didn’t need building as such. The foundation was already there, rooted in family. It was the trust and loyalty we were building. Two really great weeks with Easton, with no trauma, no secrets, no lies, nothing big being revealed other than he was a neat freak. And that wasn’t so big as much as it was worrisome. I wasn’t a slob but I wasn’t big on living in a showplace. I’d grown up with that and as soon as I had my own place, I went for a lived-in look. Comfortable, inviting even, if I’d ever had any intention of inviting anyone into my space.
Even with the reminders, all the good I’d had, I still wasn’t prepared. It wasn’t what Dutch said, it was how he’d said it. Which made me realize he cared about me. All these years I’d had a version of what Zane gave his men, I’d just been too blinded by the need to guard myself against everyone that I’d missed it.
“Dutch,” I whispered.
“Been waiting a long time for this. Pleased as fuck you found it. More pleased you found it with a good man I didn’t have to investigate and find he wasn’t good enough for my girl, then send Badger out to disappear him.”
Dutch would totally do that. And Badger would happily disappear someone if that someone wasn’t good for me.
Yeah, I’d missed it.
But I sure as hell wasn’t missing anything now.
My eyes were wide open. And that came with my mouth now running away with itself.
“Am I allowed to come visit you?”
“I’d be pissed if you didn’t.”
Translation: he’d be hurt.
