“Thank you.”
“Gia, did he say why he was taking you?” Jarrod asks. “Forget it, I can see you need to rest. C’mon, let’s get you home.”
I refuse to let her walk and sweep her up into my arms, holding her securely against my chest. Leading the way to the car with her head resting against my shoulder, I can feel her watching me. Turning my head, I meet her gaze.
“I thought you didn’t want to be with me,” she whispers as tears form in her eyes.
Briefly closing my eyes, I inhale and try to get my emotions in check before I speak. “It’s not that I didn’t want to be with you. I slept in your bed every night because I didn’t want to be without you. It wasn’t easy not touching you—not making love to you. You’ve turned my life upside down.” I place a quick kiss on her lips. “But I wouldn’t have it any other way.” The lock disengages to the car when I press the digital key.
Jarrod opens the door for me so I can place Gia on to the backseat. Without giving Gia a chance, I grab the seatbelt and buckle her up before I place the seat further back and into a recline position. It’s pointless having a large fancy car if you can’t get real comfortable.
“Sleep baby,” I whisper against her forehead before kissing her.
I have to force myself to move away from her and to stop the jealousy that runs through me when Jarrod climbs into the back. That should be me in the back with her. Taking care of her. But my job is to protect them both.
Jumping into the drivers seat, I start the car and pull out of the hospital into traffic. Every now and again, I glance into the rear mirror to make sure my girl is doing okay.
I’m pissed with myself for putting Chris with her. I’d worked with Chris in the past and know he’s a good Marshal, but apparently he’s suffered the loss of a child a long time ago, which is why he couldn’t go on the ward with Gia.
This known fact should have been pointed out to me, but Chris thought he could get the job done without having it broadcast. Unfortunately, it didn’t work out that way for him.
My girl is alive and not injured enough to spend the night in the hospital so I guess that’s something.
“Hunter?” Gia calls out to me.
“Are you okay?”
“I will be. The guy. He said he was taking me so my father would let Joe free?”
What the fuck!
“Joe who?”
“He didn’t say.”
“Joe Abatangelo,” Jarrod forces out of his mouth in anger. “This has nothing to do with a past case and everything to do with that one. His case isn’t even up for another four months so I didn’t give it a thought.” Jarrod slams his fist against the door.
Fuck. All this time we’ve been looking in the wrong direction only to have it all go back to Jo Abatangelo—the guy involved in the stuff back in Lexington. Colin and a couple of guys in the office have been looking at the wrong set of people. Manpower spent contacting informants to try and get information about something they probably knew nothing about.
I stew in silence for the rest of the journey home, because I’m mad as fuck. Part of my anger is at myself for Gia getting hurt. I know she doesn’t blame him, but if I’d been with her it might have been prevented. I sure as hell would have been inside the changing room with her instead of standing guard outside.
I don’t blame Chris. I’d cursed him out something bad when Chris rang me to give me the not so good news.
Gia is trying to put on a brave face, but I’ve been grazed with a bullet on more than one occasion and it hurts like a fucker so it had to be hurting her pretty badly.
As I pull the car to a stop outside the front door to their house, I hop out and run to open Gia’s door. On looking at her though, I step forward and scoop her up in to my arms.
“I’ve got you babe. I’m not going to let you go.”
“Please don’t,” she whispers.
If anyone has the power to bring me to my knees then it’s the woman in my arms. My girl.
“Let’s get you inside.” Walking toward the door, Jarrod runs ahead and opens it before punching in the code for the alarm.
The whole of the assignment is going down the drain. I’m there to protect them. There is no way I can protect Jarrod while I have Gia in my arms. Something has to give and I have a feeling it’s going to be me. That I’m going to have to give in and phone Colin for some support. Admit to Colin that I’m more involved than I should be. I can imagine Colin having a good laugh at my expense. The big bad guy no one wants to mess with has fallen for a woman.
Jarrod interrupts my thoughts and asks Gia, “Are you really okay?”
She holds her hand out to her father who takes it and after kissing her on the knuckles; he places it back on her stomach.
“You need to rest.”
“Dad, please don’t worry. I’m fine and just want to stay with Hunter.”
Jarrod frowns. “We need to talk about that.”
“Not now. I’m too tired,” Gia tells him.
“I’ll leave it for now, but not long,” Jarrod sighs, looking directly at me.
I notice that for once Jarrod looks his age. The stress of the day has obviously caught up with him. But right now, I need to see to Gia before I make sure Jarrod is all right.
With the woman in my arms on my mind, I start to take Gia into the lounge area, but she stops me, and asks, “Will you take me upstairs to change?”
“I have some calls to make. I’d rather you rest up on the sofa where I can keep an eye on you.” I lean closer so that our faces are mere inches apart, and tell her, “I need to keep you in my sight.”
Gia brings her uninjured arm up and caresses my face with her hand, letting her palm rest on my cheek.
“Okay. I’ll come back down.”
“You’re back…and my good friend has the babe in his arms. Can’t be bad,” Julian says, walking out from the kitchen with a mug of coffee in his hand.
“I didn’t know you where heading back this way,” I comment.
Julian had been called back to base so the fact that he has showed up back here is unexpected.
“Yeah, a waste of time. Things had changed by the time I’d gotten back so figured you could still use my help.” He grins. “Wouldn’t mind seeing Parker again. She’s a hot little number. Nice scenery around here as well,” he comments, taking a swallow of his coffee to hide the smug grin on his face.
“Yeah well, this ‘nice scenery’ is my girl. Go annoy Parker.”
Julian throws his head back and roars with laughter.
“The bad ass has gone soft on a girl. Wait till I tell the guys.”
“Stop acting like a girl and go keep an eye on Jarrod while I help Gia change.”
“Change?” Julian smirks. “Is that what it’s called now?” He shakes his head and follows Jarrod into his office.
“Ass!” I say under my breath causing a chuckle to burst out of Gia.
Chapter Twelve ~ Gia
I’ve never felt as safe as I do in Hunter’s arms. My only hope is that he doesn’t regret having shown his feelings for me in front of my father. Hunter doesn’t look the type of guy to let that bother him. But who knows.
I’m not really sure what his feelings are, but the possessiveness he’s shown since he arrived at the hospital and as he carried me up to my room has spoken volumes to me.
All I can hope is that Hunter isn’t going to run the minute I’ve changed clothes.
“Will these do?” Hunter interrupts my thoughts, as he holds up a pair of yoga pants with my favorite pink, long sleeved tee shirt in a soft knit.
“Yeah,” I mumble in reply, fighting back tears.
Hunter tosses the clothes on the bed to the side of me and removes his own jacket, which he throws onto a chair. Placing his hand on my knees, he spreads them slightly and kneels between so he can wrap his arms around my waist. He pulls me closer to him with his ear pressed against my heart.
Sighing, Hunter admits, “Today really scared t
he shit outta me.”
He pulls me fully against him. Standing with me in his arms, he sits on the bed and keeps me close. “Even on a really bad day with the Marshal’s office, I don’t ever remember being so scared. The thought of you injured. The thought of what could have happened if they’d taken you.”
Hearing him speak tugs at my heart so I slide my hands into Hunters hair and massage his scalp. “Look at me.” He looks up and meets my watery gaze. “I’m here with you. I’m fine. Yes, I know I have a graze from a bullet, but I’m fine. I’m not in the hospital.”
Hunter lets out out a shaky breath as he drops his head onto my chest while I continue to massage him.
“Will you make love to me?”
Hunter stills at my question.
“I think you need to rest.”
Pushing Hunter away from me, I get up and move to stand at my bedroom window. “You need to leave,” I tell him, trying to keep my voice even as I move the curtain to one side and pretended to look out because I’m afraid to look at him. Afraid I’d back down.
“I’m not going anywhere,” he breathes into my ear, his hands resting lightly on my hips, from behind. I jerk at how close he is because I hadn’t heard him move.
“This,” he rubs his erection against my bottom, “is for you. This is what you do to me every time I touch you. I know I screwed up before because I was afraid of getting too close to you, but I was fooling myself because I’m already too close. You’re under my skin, Gia.” He kisses my shoulder. “And I don’t want you out. Today more than anything made me realize what an idiot I’ve been.” He laughs. “I mean, how many guys do you know would have slept in the bed of a woman they desired, night after night, without touching them?”
I listen to everything Hunter says and allow a grin to spread across my face. I know how he can make it up to me.
“Yeah, you are an idiot.” I turn to face him and watch as his features tighten when I brush against his hardened length. “And I know just how you can make it up to me.”
Raising an eyebrow in question, Hunter pulls me against him and begins to nuzzle my neck. With my pussy wet, begging for his attention, I moan and arch backwards. Hunter’s cock rests against me as I strain toward him.
“I have an even better idea,” whispers.
~*~*~*~
Hunter’s better idea involves the black beast that is called a Harley and nature.
I find myself in the middle of nowhere with forest surrounding us as I watch Hunter start to remove his clothes. All I can do is stare; I’m transfixed as tattooed skin, tight muscle and sexy butt are revealed. He keeps his back to me and seems to be…I don’t know…preparing himself.
I ask, “Hunter, are you okay?”
Unsure as to whether or not he’s going to answer me, I start to climb from his bike.
He turns.
I gulp at the sight before me. He is a very aroused male who is looking at me as though he’s about to have me for dinner.
As I try to meet his eyes—I really do—they keep wandering down to his jutting cock, which is long, wide and the bulbous head is stretched so tight it’s bright red with arousal.
Licking my lips, I start to fumble with my tee shirt, but my arm aches when I try to yank it over my head.
“Wait. Let me.”
Before I can try again, Hunter is in front of me easing my injured arm out of the shirt before tossing it on the pile of his clothes. He follows this with my bra, yoga pants and panties.
Naked and facing each other, I feel I might die if Hunter doesn’t touch me. I wanted him badly back at the house and as I watch his dick jerk and leak in excitement, I feel as though I’m going to self-destruct.
“I need your hands on me,” I admit as I reach up and touch my own nipples—massaging them with the palm of my hand—pinching them between my thumb and finger.
“Fuck, yeah!”
Hunter is on me and has me in his arms as he straddles his bike with me now in his lap. “Lean back slowly. I won’t let you fall.”
Supporting my back, Hunter holds me while I settle on his bike—a feast ready for my man.
Spread open to Hunter’s eyes, I feel sexy and alive for the first time in a long time. More so than when we’d had sex at the beach.
“You are the most beautiful woman I’ve ever seen. I’m almost afraid to touch you.”
“If you don’t touch me,” I bring my foot up and stroke Hunter’s cock, “I’m going to hurt you in a very sensitive place.”
He chuckles. “I’m going to make you come so many times you’ll be begging me to stop.”
Sliding his hands up my torso to my hard nipples, Hunter starts to rub the tips between his fingers and thumbs while he cups the weight of my breasts in his hands.
Moaning, I wiggle my bottom closer to Hunter so that I can rub against the root of his shaft—craving stimulation on my pussy.
Hunter cusses and grabs hold of my hips. “You keep doing that, I’m going to lose control and then the bike will fall.”
“I want you inside me. I’m so ready for you.”
“Jesus. Fuck.”
Taking hold of his cock, he massages his length a few times before rubbing the tip against my pussy. The touch causes ripples of pleasure to run through me, and my muscles spasm in anticipation of having him inside me.
“God, babe. You’re so wet for me.”
“You need to get inside me to find out just how wet... Please dammit.”
“Little Miss. Impatient,” Hunter chuckles as he takes hold of my legs and pushes them open wide. “Hold your legs open for me.”
I slide my hands underneath my knees and do his bidding.
Very slowly Hunter slides the tip of his cock between my pussy lips and gradually presses further inside me. I know I’m going to be tight, but thankfully I’m very wet because of the man who is between my thighs causing all kinds of pleasure.
When he can’t go any deeper, Hunter meets my gaze. I’m in love with him. There are no other words to describe how I feel about the man buried deep inside me. I love him. And I can only hope that he feels the same way toward me because I’ll be crushed otherwise.
Needing to feel him against me, I hold my hands out, and let my legs drape over his thighs. “Help me up.”
As Hunter pulls me up his cock sinks deeper, which drags a moan from us both. With a bit of maneuvering, we manage to sort ourselves out. I’m sitting astride Hunter with his dick buried so deep he’s touching base inside me. I can feel the throb that runs through him, which in turn causes him to twitch. I feel every thick inch of him and am aroused that much more that I’ll be coming the minute he moves.
My core pulsates around his shaft and as I raise my mouth, Hunter meets me half way. Our lips meet, and our tongues tangle together with the heat of our shared passion. Nothing and no one has ever tasted so good. I can’t get enough of him. His taste has tremors running through me as I try to pull him deeper inside me.
Hunter takes hold of my hips and starts to rock me against him in a slow, sweet torture. I’m so slick for him that he has no trouble finding the right tempo.
With my head thrown back, I grip his forearms with all my strength as I ride him. His cock hits my sweet spot on the downward thrust and his groin is stimulating my clit as I grind my pussy against him.
“God, Gia. I need to pound into you,” he moans.
I smile because I know he can’t move, otherwise, we’d both end up beneath his bike.
He bends his head and starts to suck my nipples into his mouth before massaging them between the roof of his mouth and tongue. “You taste so good.”
My breathing becomes erratic. My movements over him become frantic. “Help me. Oh God, Hunter. Please, help.”
Gripping my bottom with his hands, he spreads me open and begins to rock me back and forth on his dick in a fast pace.
I can hear how wet I am, but that doesn’t bother me because my orgasm is fast approaching, and I’m determined I’m not going
to see stars without the man who is buried deep inside me.
Wrapping my arms around his neck, I join in the frantic pace of back and forth with my hips and feel his hands tighten just as I start to climax. I hold him to me as I pant and moan through the most amazing pleasure I’ve ever experienced. Just as I start to see straight again, I feel Hunter lengthen inside me and start to jerk. His white cum is hitting my walls, and the thought of him releasing inside me without anything between us is so hot that I start to have another orgasm. Not as powerful as the first, just enough to squeeze and milk Hunter’s cock to completion.
“Fuck. That was…wow.”
Hunter kisses me on my shoulder before pushing me away from him. “Are you, okay? I didn’t hurt your arm.”
“I’m okay. I don’t think I’ve ever been this okay before.”
With a quick kiss to my lips, Hunter holds me tight against him and climbs from the bike. Turning he places me back on the seat before he slowly withdraws from me. Grabbing his tee shirt, he holds it between my legs and wipes me up before wiping his dick and groin.
I’m in a daze after the most amazing sex of my life, and on the back of a Harley as well, when Hunter breaks through to my thoughts.
“We need to talk, but we better get dressed first.”
I suddenly don’t want to look at him. How can he ruin a perfect time between us by bringing reality into it? I knew he’d be leaving, but I’d wanted tonight to be with him, and just him.
Shakily, I drag my yoga pants back up before I start to struggle with my tee shirt, which Hunter takes from my hands and helps me back into it.
“Gia, look at me,” he asks. “Please.” He takes hold of my chin and moves my face closer to his.
A lone tear escapes my eyes, running down my cheek to the corner of my mouth, which he captures on his finger. Then another one falls, and another.
“What’s wrong? God, don’t say I’ve hurt you. Gia, please tell me what’s going on.”
The tears flow out from my eyes; I don’t bother to keep them to myself anymore. He’s seen some so the rest don’t matter.
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