by Isabel Wroth
All it took to get her naked was to push the tiny straps down her shoulders, and her romper dropped to the floor in a heap. He made a mental note to buy more rompers for her. Lots more.
The dark blue lace of her bra looked gorgeous against the muted gold of her sun-kissed skin, but it looked even better framing her naked breasts when he pulled the fabric down.
He growled at her when Dillon reached around to undo the clasp, shaking his head as he bent to lick the tight buds of her swollen nipples.
“Leave it on. I like the way it looks.”
“Mmhm, kay.” She sighed, cradling him to her chest while he suckled gently, soaking up the sweet murmurs she gave in answer.
She hadn't worn the panties that matched her bra, and when he eased her down on the mattress, kissing his way down the center of her body, he discovered why.
The delicate petals of her pussy were swollen, still flushed with blood from all they'd done together last night.
“Does this hurt?” he asked, rubbing his thumbs into the tendons of her inner thighs, gently slicing his tongue between her flushed folds.
“Nope! No! Definitely not!” She gasped, giving a long, beautiful moan, and drew her feet up to the mattress, opening herself to him.
Nasa closed his lips around the swollen knot of her clit, painting circles across and around it until her moans turned to soft, mewling little Oh's.
He relinquished his treat only long enough to command her to pull her knees up to her chest.
The moment she obeyed, Nasa pushed his tongue into her soft, silky opening. He worshiped her with his mouth, fucked her, made love to her.
He watched her come apart, the sound of his name the last thing she said before the orgasm swept over her and left her shuddering, limp on the bed.
Nasa let her go with one last lick, thoroughly pleased with the way her body twitched and jumped beneath his nipping kisses as he crawled up to lay over her.
More than an orgasm, more than the pleasure of sinking inside her, the feeling of Dillon softening under his weight with a purring sigh was the best thing he'd experienced with her thus far.
It was trust and intimacy wrapped up in the most beautiful bow, cinched tight around his heart. When he pushed up on his elbow to look down at her, Dillon had a soft, sleepy smile on her face.
She looked like a rumpled kitten, her tiger eyes glimmering without a single shadow to dim their shine.
“I want you to stay.” The words rolled off his tongue with ease comfortably, without hesitation or regret.
She gave a lazy blink, her smile deepening as she slipped her palms beneath his shirt, drawing aimless circles across the skin of his back. “With all of you on top of me, I'm not in a hurry to get up.”
“That makes me happier than I can say, but not what I meant.” He brushed his finger down the slope of her jaw, feeling a rush of excitement and a hot pulse of anxiety flood through his veins.
“The idea of you going back to Dallas makes me want to toss your ass in my bunker and throw away the key. Which sounds so much worse when I say it out loud.”
Nasa winced at what memories his idiotic slip-up might have caused, but it must have been his lucky day, because she didn’t flinch or stop drawing circles on his back.
Nasa took that as a good sign and hurried to speed past that dangerously insensitive declaration, and tried again.
“I want you to stay here with me. Having you here, being together last night, watching you sleep, and waking up with you felt like the most natural goddamn thing in the universe.”
When she didn't immediately say yes, Nasa realized she might say no. “Once all this shit with Ghost is over, you can do everything here that you've done in Dallas, and I know plenty of investors willing to donate to the foundation.
"I promise, I won't take over or tell you how to run your business, but I will do whatever I can to help you.”
Dillon lay calmly beneath him, searching his expression for another few quiet moments. Nasa watched her tongue swipe out across her lips, leaving the full curves slick and shining.
“I'll give it some very serious thought,” she promised softly.
It wasn't the eager agreement he hoped for, but it had to be good enough for now. As cautious as she was, no doubt Dillon would consider all the angles before taking such a big leap, especially with all the upheaval she'd already experienced.
Nasa didn't want to consider himself grateful to Ghost for having sent Dillon to him; the motives for such a move were something Nasa could pick apart all day long.
In the end, though, it really came down to the fact Dillon was here, and she was quickly becoming everything Nasa hadn't realized he'd needed or been missing.
“Full disclosure,” Nasa told her softly, stopping with his mouth a breath away from hers. “I'm going to make it as difficult as possible for you to want anything else.”
Her brilliant smile and the way she hitched her legs around his waist was all the encouragement he needed.
She wasn't going back to Dallas.
CHAPTER TWENTY-FOUR
“Fuck me.”
It was just after three in the morning when Nasa found an answer to why the Leviathans might be so hard up for Rachel Sterling.
Unlike the compound, Dillon hadn't wired the bathrooms at the women's shelter, but she'd done an admirable job ensuring almost everything else could be seen via the cameras.
Just before taking off with Dillon, Rachel Sterling made a pit stop at the second-floor bathroom with her boot laces done up tight and came out with the left one undone.
Most people wouldn't even consider the state of a person's shoes to be of any importance. Of course, it was possible the laces had simply come undone, and hurt like she was, Rachel couldn't bend over to tie them back up.
To Nasa, the possibility Rachel had smuggled something inside her shoe was a pretty good one. The nurses who helped Rachel in and out of her clothes likely wouldn't have checked inside the heavy boots, and since the police hadn't been called to the ER to take Rachel's statement, they wouldn't have taken the shoes into evidence.
It wasn't just the laces that clued Nasa into thinking Rachel might have stashed something in the shelter bathroom.
She looked terrified going in—jumpy, anxious, looking around for any sign to say someone was following her into the bathroom—and significantly relaxed when she came back out.
A review of the building's blueprints revealed several places to hide something small enough to fit inside a teen girl's boot.
Which meant someone he trusted had to go in there and do a thorough search of the bathroom.
Any other location, Nasa would have tapped two of the guys to ride up and search the place. Without having to ask, Nasa knew Dillon would adamantly refuse, and not just because the building was hers.
Another pair of bikers showing up asking to come inside and toss the bathroom would probably go over about as well as an ax murderer in a nunnery.
Leaving the compound again with Dillon meant risking another vehicular assault, and the replacement window for his truck hadn't come in yet.
Considering his options, the best thing to do was play a shell game with his bug-out trucks. The BOTs were nondescript, white, all the same make and model, with tinted windows.
If those bastards who'd chased them after coming from Pavlovia were still out there—and to his extreme displeasure, Nasa couldn't say for sure that they weren't—they'd see six white trucks roll out through the main gate and take off in different directions, with no way to tell who was inside.
Unless Ghost sent the bulk of his crew down to fuck with them, it would be a game of total chance for the fuckers to pick the right car.
The BOT's were all equipped with the same bulletproof glass, prototype tires, and powerful engines as Nasa's personal truck, which meant he'd be able to take Dillon to the shelter without risking her safety.
Duke and Tobias could leave earlier in their baby shit brown truck and meet up with Nasa
and Dillon somewhere around Killeen. Easy.
He spun his chair around to look at the bump Dillon made in his bed, illuminated by the glow of his monitors, peacefully cuddled beneath the heavy blankets. The satisfaction Nasa experienced knowing Dillon slept only a few feet away was profound.
Normally, he'd be up working most of the night, catching naps here and there when he felt like it. Now, he wanted to get his shit done as fast and as thoroughly as possible and turn the monitors off so he could crawl in with her.
So, that's what he did.
He carefully slid between the sheets, shushing her softly when Dillon gave a murmur in response to the kiss he pressed between her shoulders, feeling a peculiar melting sensation in his chest when she stretched into the stroke of his hand over her hip.
That satisfaction he'd felt earlier only intensified when Dillon hugged his arm between her breasts like a favorite stuffed animal and settled into the curve of his body with another happy hum.
On her other side, Elka didn't even twitch in response to Nasa joining the party.
They were going back to Dallas, and Nasa wasn't worried Dillon would stay. She felt safe here. Safe with him.
It would be his mission in life to give her everything she needed, everything she dreamed of or desired, providing her with things she wanted before she thought to need them.
He had a whole storage unit to fill up with things just for her and couldn't wait to get started.
*****
“Her left shoe is untied! You think she hid something in the bathroom?”
Dillon sat in his command chair wrapped up in one of the fluffy throw blankets. Her hair stood up at wild angles from where they'd spent the morning rolling around in bed, her cheeks flushed with heat.
In her excitement, she'd only half-swallowed her mouthful of oatmeal, waving her spoon at his seriously expensive bank of computers like a wand, and he didn't even care.
Okay. Maybe he cared a little bit, but it seemed like a minor concern considering the circumstances.
He'd already gotten her off at least four times and had his balls drained twice thanks to her dedicated ministrations, yet here he was again, hard as a goddamn rock because without telling her what he'd seen to suggest Rachel stashed something in the shelter, Dillon identified it on the first go.
Her brain turned him on like none other. Hell, everything she did flat out turned him on, but this was a new experience for him.
He found himself wondering whether or not his desk would be stable enough to fuck her on and was really starting to understand why Roar couldn't keep his hands off his wife.
All Nasa needed to do was shove the keyboards out of the way, yank Dillon's blanket off, pop her up on the desk, and get after it.
“Moonbase to Nasa. Come in, Nasa?” she drawled with an amused sparkle in her eye.
“It took me hours of rolling through those recordings, and you found it in five minutes. Stop turnin' me on, or I'll be forced to test the stability of my desk by fucking you on it.”
Dillon hiked her eyebrows as she turned her spoon upside down in her mouth and slowly pulled it back out, taunting him with the sexy swipe of her tongue across the metal.
“Don't threaten me with a good time.”
Muscles poised to reach out and swipe everything off the surface of his desk, the intercom near the stairs blared loudly with Duke's annoyed voice.
“Open up, you A-Team reject!”
A frustrated growl tore out of him, and Dillon got up, dancing away from him when he made to grab her, the slit of the blanket shifting to reveal the long length of her leg and the biteable curve of her ass.
She laughed at him; her entire face transformed with her happiness. Though he vowed to retaliate at a later time, Nasa found himself quickly becoming addicted to the sounds of her joy.
Nasa waited until she was safely inside the closet to slap the locking mechanism. Duke came stomping down the stairs with steam practically rolling out of his ears, Tobias a few steps behind and smirking.
Without preamble, Duke held up the pages Nasa remotely scheduled to print in the room he and Tobias were staying in.
“Not only is this the dumbest tactical plan I've ever read, I about shit myself when the printer came on at 4 a.m. like it was fuckin' possessed!”
Tobias confirmed the accusation with a taunting chuckle. “He literally rolled out of bed and hit the floor, bellowing like a tipped cow. You didn't see it on camera?”
Nasa shrugged, his attention drawn to the sound of the closet door opening. Dillon stepped out in a dark blue button-down with a gray tank underneath, an ass-hugging pair of denim shorts that left miles of her long, beautiful legs bare, and the biker boots he'd bought her.
She hadn't worn the strappy sandals he'd picked out one time. No girly heels or delicate flipflops for his woman. Reliably, she put on nut-busting steel-toed boots, constantly prepared for action, and he liked it. A lot.
“I was sleeping at four,” he said absently, watching the way Dillon came toward him, moving with a loose, languid gate that expressed her relaxation.
“Yeah, I bet you were,'” Duke grumbled rudely, which would have earned him a dirty glare, but if Nasa saw a gorgeous woman walking toward Duke with the look of absolute satisfaction Dillon had on her face, Nasa would also assume no sleeping had been involved in their evening.
“So, what's your problem with the plan?” Nasa asked, loving that Dillon came and slid her arm around his waist. He'd told her about needing to go back to Dallas, thrilled by the lackluster response she'd given him.
Before Nasa could tell her he'd already planned accordingly, Dillon shut him down about allowing any of the Perdition members to go and fetch whatever Rachel left behind.
Once he did tell her, he'd seen determination war with softness, and Dillon settled and agreed he’d worked it all out to her satisfaction.
“He doesn't have one,” Tobias announced, reaching up to tuck his hands under his armpits.
“Yes, I fuckin' do!” Duke snapped back, rustling the pages. “Everyone else gets to drive your kick-ass trucks that I've been beggin' to take out for a test run, but you've got me in the rat-ass mobile with Gimpy over here instead!”
Tobias was due to get his cast off soon, but Nasa didn't think they had time to wait. His gut told him getting to whatever Rachel found before the Leviathans decided to bring heavy artillery to the shelter and blow their way inside was urgent.
Those fuckers weren't going to be patient for long.
Nasa shrugged, doing his best not to advertise his reaction to Dillon putting her hand in his back pocket to squeeze his ass.
“I wouldn't be using the BOTs unless absolutely necessary, and if you're so unhappy with the plan, you don't have to come. The fewer people we've got, the more likely we are to go unnoticed.”
“Unnoticed?” Duke spluttered outrageously. “Do I gotta remind you the average height for a man in America is five foot seven, Gigantor? With Shieldmaiden Barbie on your arm, and Hellhoundzilla on your six, the last thing you're gonna go is unnoticed.”
Dillon chortled in amusement. “I think that was a compliment, but you don't need to worry about us being noticed.
"There's a secondary entrance to the shelter in the adjacent building. It's a warehouse with a roll up door to drive the truck right inside. We won't be seen on the street at all.”
Tobias made a sound of approval. “Good deal. Don't mind Duke, he's just pissed because he screamed like a girl and fell out of bed because of a printer. When are we doing this?”
Nasa looked down at Dillon, looking for any indication she was uncomfortable to have Tobias backing them up, but she met his gaze with steady calm, awaiting his decision.
“Tomorrow. I need to do a few more things and get a lock on the satellite sweeps.”
Duke let his head fall back on an exasperated groan. “You and your freaking satellites, man. I swear to god, you're more likely to be struck by lightning than get picked up on some fictio
nal facial tracking software from outer space!”
The habit of keeping his mouth shut was deeply ingrained, but Nasa discovered he'd taken more than his share of shit with everyone thinking he was out of his mind with paranoia.
“You ever see that movie, Eagle Eye?”
Duke sighed and rolled his eyes, but Tobias nodded. “Creeped me out to think about all the shit an artificial intelligence could make happen in the wrong hands.”
“I designed a similar program for the NSA. There's no homicidal AI, but it is designed to access every single camera anywhere in the world, just like the movie.
"CCTV, ATMs, private, public, it doesn't matter. If the camera is on the grid, my code will find it. All you have to do to find someone is upload a photo, and a social security number.
“Smart phones were just coming into style, but the program has no doubt been expanded to access the cameras and the microphones, and there's no question about all those Echodot things people put in their homes to 'simplify' their lives can be utilized to record conversations without you knowing.
“It's literally a free access point to millions of voices, and if you're a person of interest and someone has been questioned by the cops?
"There's a recording of your voice out there on some hard drive to put into my program to compare, and it's only a matter of time before you're found.
“Got social media? Do any sort of online shopping? Use credit cards? The programs I created are designed for a world of zero privacy, and we live in that world now.
"I shit you not, if you knew all the things I did for my government because I believed what I was doing would be used to keep people safe, you wouldn't roll your eyes every time I said something about satellites.”
Tobias and Duke were both looking at him now with a little more wariness in their expressions. Duke finally found words and said, “Damn, bro.”
“We'll get our shit and be ready to roll first thing,” Tobias said with a grim nod and grabbed Duke by the back of his shirt to steer him back around and up the basement stairs.