ReBoot (MAC Security Series Book 4)

by Abigail Davies

  “I…”

  “I know you can feel it too,” he says, his voice deep.

  I simply nod, not able to get the words out as he continues to touch me. His eyes flick between both of mine, searching for something; whatever it is he finds because a couple of seconds later, he’s crushing his lips against mine.

  This isn’t like the kiss last week; it’s hungry, full of want and desire.

  His tongue swipes against mine, causing me to moan and bow my back, pushing my chest farther into his as my one hand holds onto his bicep while the other works its way into his hair.

  He groans, pushing his hips into mine, and that’s when I feel how much he wants me.

  It happens so fast, I almost feel like I’m dreaming, but one second I’m leaning against the mirrored wall, and the next, he’s picking me up, wrapping my legs around his waist and thrusting his hips against my core.

  My tongue flicks against his as I take over the pace of the kiss, slowing it down as he pins me to the wall with his hips and frees his hands. They whisper along my arms, lifting them up before he pulls my tank top up, baring my dusky pink bra.

  “Holy fuck,” he whispers, pulling away from my mouth and yanking one of the cups down, not wasting any time to cover my nipple with his mouth.

  In the back of my mind, I know that this is too soon, that we shouldn’t be doing this, but I don’t think I’d be able to stop now even if my life depended on it.

  The way he makes me feel: sexy, beautiful, like me. I’ve never felt more like me in this moment than I ever have in my entire life.

  “I want you so bad,” I say, my voice sounds nothing like my own as I let my head drop back and push my chest closer to him.

  I can’t believe I just said that.

  He pulls back, letting my nipple pop out of his mouth before licking it and pulling the other cup down, placing both of his thumbs over them as he works in circles.

  “You sure?” he asks, his voice gruff. “Are you a virg—”

  “No,” I interrupt, knowing that he’s asking if this is my first time. It may have been many years since I’ve done this, but I remember the night I lost my virginity to my high school boyfriend who then dumped me the next day—asshole.

  “Oh, God,” I moan, pushing my hips against his erection before being rewarded with a groan of his own.

  “Fuck,” he spits, moving his hands from my chest and diving for my denim shorts, undoing the button and letting me down as he kneels in front of me and pulls them down my legs along with my matching lace panties. “Jesus Christ,” he murmurs.

  “What?” I ask, scared that he doesn’t like what he sees.

  “You’re fucking beautiful, Lex.”

  A blush rises up on my cheeks as he kneels there, staring at me before slowly standing back up and placing his hand between my legs.

  “What are you—ohhhhh.”

  My eyes flutter closed as he swipes his finger over my clit, moving in a circle against the small bud of nerves that have me moaning aloud.

  He groans against me, bringing his lips back to mine and thrusting his tongue inside my mouth at the same time he pushes a finger inside me.

  It’s be so long since I felt anything like this; in fact, I don’t think it’s ever been this intense. He thrusts his finger in and out, adding another one and rubbing his thumb in circles.

  “I’m close,” I say when he pulls his lips away from mine, placing open-mouthed kisses on my neck and down my chest. My voice is low and I’m a little embarrassed that he’s making me lose myself so quickly. But it’s been so long, and it doesn’t matter how many times you relieve yourself, it’s never the same.

  “That’s it, baby. Let go, I’ll catch you.”

  He buries his face in my chest, sucking on my nipple and causing that tingle that started low in my back to turn into fireworks. My back bows and my hand grips the back of his head as I ride the orgasm out.

  My hand goes slack and I open my eyes as he pulls back, capturing me with those eyes of his. I thought I’d be embarrassed and want to run and hide, but instead, all I want is more. He watches me for a beat and then slowly grabs my thighs, lifting me up and wrapping them back around his waist before he hesitates.

  “We can stop—”

  “No,” I interrupt, diving for his sweatpants and yanking them down. My eyes widen when I watch his erection spring free and I can’t help but stroke it with my fingertips, feeling how soft and hard he is all at the same time.

  “Hmmmm, you gotta stop, baby. Otherwise it’ll all be over before I’ve even started.”

  I flutter my eyes closed and let my hand drift off it, pushing my chest out as I push my hips toward him, signaling for him to do what he’s just said.

  “Last chance—”

  “Evan?”

  “Yeah, baby?”

  “Will you please fuck me?” Holy shit, did I just say that?

  He chuckles. “Whatever you say.” I gasp as he thrusts inside, his head leaning into my neck as he groans against my ear. “Fuck. Me. You’re so tight.”

  “Mmmm.”

  I move my hips gently, wanting—needing—him to move. He’s driving me crazy.

  He pulls back, his eyes meeting mine and not moving away as he pulls nearly all the way out and thrusts back in again. His hands settle on my hips, pushing and pulling to match his stride as he thrusts into me over and over again. Hitting my G-spot each and every time.

  There’s so many sensations that I’m in overload and I don’t know what to do, how to act, so I let my body do the talking and soak it all in.

  “Fuck,” he groans, picking up his speed even more and hitting my G-spot again, making that tingle start low in my stomach.

  “Yessss,” I moan, gritting my teeth as my orgasm takes over my whole body, my back going ramrod straight as it crashes through me. I pull him closer, holding him tight as it works its way through me, rendering me incapable as I clamp down on him.

  He picks up his pace, thrusting inside harder and faster before he stills, his dick pulsing inside of me as he groans, “Lex.”

  I relish in the way he says my name and close my eyes, letting the afterglow wash over us.

  I forgot what sex feels like: I never want to stop. I’ve never felt so good about myself than in this moment.

  The way his arms wrap around me, holding me to him like I’m the only person in the whole world that matters. The way his eyes sparkle when he pulls back, not showing one tiny drop of regret, instead showing something that I’ve never had directed at me before.

  “We kinda did things a little backwards.” He chuckles, still inside me.

  “I guess we did.” I grin, pushing the hair out of my face and linking my hands behind his neck.

  “I should really ask you out on a date.” He smirks, moving his hips and causing me to groan against the sensitivity.

  “I guess you should.”

  “Lexi…”

  “Mmmhmm?”

  “Would you like to go on a date with me on Saturday night?”

  I look off to the side, seeing the mats that he discarded when I came in here. “I don’t know.” I shrug. “I’ll have to think about it.”

  He raises a brow when my eyes meet his again and thrust his hips.

  “Mmmm.” I close my eyes, letting my head drop back.

  “I’ll take that as a yes.”

  He brings his lips to mine, stopping before they touch, waiting for my answer.

  “Yeah.”

  The sun starts to rise in front of me as I pull up to the empty space that the directions have led me to. There’s not a soul around, the only sounds are the birds chirping and machines working in the warehouses I passed on the way here. Any normal person would get out of their car and wait. Not me though: I’ll be sitting inside my car until I see or hear something that tells me he’s close by.

  I thought that Seb and West may be here, but they didn’t even know that Darrell had called me.

  That bit of information
has me wondering what is going on here. Is it that he doesn’t fully trust them? Or is it another test?

  Either one wouldn’t surprise me in the slightest. People like Darrell don’t get to where they are without being cautious.

  I lean back in my seat, shuffling down and crossing my arms over my chest as I let my eyes shut halfway as I think about Lexi.

  I want to say that what we did at the community center was a mistake. But it wasn’t. I don’t regret a single moment of it. In fact, all I want is to do it again… and again. The only thing that I do regret, is not taking her out beforehand. That will change in a few days though, because I intend to be the perfect gentleman.

  My lips lift up into a grin when I think of the faces she pulled when she was caught in the moment, not letting anything get in the way of her pleasure.

  Shit.

  I adjust my jeans, cursing myself for thinking about her right now.

  What I felt for Geena was nothing compared to how I feel about Lexi, and we hardly even know each other. I know her past because of the research that I did on her, but I don’t know everything about her. And I want to, not only that, but I want her to know everything about me. The good, the fun, the bad, the ugly, and the sad. I don’t want to leave a single thing out.

  I’ve never wanted to tell anyone about my childhood—the one that I had before I was adopted. That part of my life is locked in a safe room of its own inside my brain. I’m almost scared to open it, afraid of what I may find.

  Dad and Pop only know what they were told by the social workers and that I was bitten by the dog my birth mother had. They don’t know the half of it.

  I shake the thoughts from my head as I spot a big black SUV pull into the open space, the chrome wheels spinning slowly as it crawls to a stop ten feet in front of my car.

  I sit up straighter, waiting for someone to get out.

  The back door opens slowly, and a couple of seconds later, Darrell jumps out with a giant grin on his face.

  He waves his arm at me and walks forward, the white suit that he wears blinding me as I push my door open and step out.

  I look around, hyperaware of my surroundings as I swipe my arm to activate the recording device that I always wear.

  “Hey,” I say when we’re in the middle of the two cars and standing a couple of feet from each other. He nods in reply and watches me through narrowed eyes.

  “I have another job for you.” I open my mouth to reply but he takes a step forward, tilting his head back and looking up at me. “But first… I want to know why you’re pinging our tracker.”

  I raise a brow and widen my stance. “The tracker in the cell you gave me?” This time it’s me not giving him the chance to talk as I cut him off. “Listen, man. I don’t appreciate being tracked. The reason that I am who I am is simply because I’m a ghost.”

  “I don’t—”

  “Hey.” I hold my hands up in the air and shrug. “You don’t like it then I can go. There’s another ten versions of you begging to work with me, but I’m doing this as a favor.”

  He tilts his head to the side, watching me, assessing me.

  I know for a fact that there’s no way he knows about me being part of MAC Security. I’m good, I know how to cover my tracks, and the only reason that I managed to get back to the community center was because he pulled his goons off me. That reminds me…

  “I also don’t like to be followed. I think you may have forgotten who you’re working with.”

  “With?” He laughs. “No, Evan. You’re working for me.”

  I reel back, letting my arms drop to my sides as I toss my keys in the air. “Nah, I don’t think so. I don’t work for anyone.”

  I back away a step, ready to get the hell out of here. I won’t really walk away, and I know he won’t let me. It’s a test of sorts—like the test he gave me when we first met.

  When I take my second step, he calls out, “Evan.”

  “Yeah?” I raise a brow, waiting for him to talk.

  He worries his lip as his eyes flick back to the car and he signals for something. The door opens and I immediately widen my stance, moving my arm back slightly in case I need to grab the gun that’s in its hiding place.

  The woman brute steps out, a metal case in her hand. I watch her intently as she walks over to Darrell, placing the case on her forearms as he pops it open and signals me to come closer.

  “This is what I want you to work on.” I wait a beat because until he says he’s not going to track or follow me, then I won’t be doing anything for him. He sighs and then says, “I’ll stop following you.”

  I step forward, my gaze landing on the open case and seeing a small computer chip.

  “This is the job?”

  “No.” He laughs, winking at me, and I have to hold in the disgusted look that I want to desperately give him. “This is the pre-job.”

  “Pre-job,” I muse. “What is it?”

  “The A-320.”

  I stumble back, my eyes widening as they swing from him and to the chip, then back again.

  “This won’t be on the market for another couple of years,” I say.

  “This I know.” He nods, folding his arms over his chest as he turns to the woman brute. “You can close it now.”

  I stand still and quiet, waiting for him to tell me what it is he wants me to do.

  “I need you to add a tracking code.”

  “Erm…”

  “As soon as this software is out there, with my tracking code inside it, it’ll allow me to get into anyone’s records, anyone’s personal files. It’s… the ultimate.”

  “But…” I frown. “How did you get it out? And the better question, how will you get it back in?”

  He pulls the case from her arms, stepping toward me and holding it out. “That you don’t need to worry about. You input your code and you’ll get paid.”

  I nod, pulling the case from him and letting it drop to my side. He spins around, walking back to his car, and as he’s about to get in, I call out, “And how much will that be?”

  “I think three should cover it, don’t you?”

  “Thousand?” I ask.

  He shakes his head, smirking. “Million, Evan. Three million.” And with that, he jumps into the SUV, shutting the door behind him as they drive away, leaving a trail of dust in their wake and me standing shocked with the chip in the case.

  Holy shit. My mind scrambles as I think about the equipment we could buy with three million dollars.

  I spend my entire morning trying to get my mind to shut up. It swirls with so many thoughts that it’s unreal. One moment I have the biggest grin on my face while I walk to the grocery store to get some food, and the next thing I know, I’m panicking.

  Things with Evan happened so fast a few days ago, and although I don’t regret what we did, what I do regret is doing it so soon.

  What if all he wanted was a one-night thing? What if that’s all I am to him?

  But then I think about him asking me out afterward. Surely he wouldn’t do that if he only wanted one night, right?

  I’m teetering, this way and that way, not knowing what to think but knowing exactly how I feel.

  He’s the only person that I’ve felt like myself around; I can see myself telling him things that I never told anyone else before. This feels... different.

  I think anything would feel different compared to the couple of teenage fumbles I had: none of which made me feel anything like what he did. I thought I was going to burst out of my own body because of all of the sensations that ran through me.

  I shiver thinking about it now, my eyes starting to close automatically as I sit on the bench in front of the community center before I make my way home.

  Leaning back, I lift my hand to my lips, running my fingers over them and remembering how his lips felt against mine. The way he would rush and then slow right down, pouring everything into one single kiss.

  “Lexi?” My eyes pop open at the shouting voice and I se
arch for where it came from. I catch sight of a woman as she turns and says, “It is Lexi!” Her hand extends in the air, waving wildly as she looks both ways before jogging over the road with the someone behind her.

  When they get closer, I realize that it’s Kay and Kitty from where Evan works. I sit up, straightening my back and wave.

  “Hey.”

  “Hey!” Kay leans down and wraps her arms around me before stepping back and smiling wide. “How are you?”

  “I…” I bite my bottom lip. “I’m really good.”

  “Uh huh.” She grins and turns to Kitty who steps forward, sitting on the bench beside me and turning to face me.

  “So…” Kitty’s eyes flick between mine. “How well do you know Evan?”

  Whatever happened to small talk?

  My eyes flit down, scared that they’ll be able to read me like an open book. I have no idea if Evan wanted to keep it secret: I really should have asked.

  “I… We work together sometimes.” I shrug, bringing my eyes back up to hers as hers narrow.

  I have no idea what is happening here, but I’m guessing that they’re pretty close to Evan. I don’t want to offend them: I don’t even know them.

  They’re both silent for several minutes as they watch me before Kay gasps, her hand flying to her mouth.

  “Oh my God! Have you two…” She raises her brows up and down.

  “I… What?” I stand up, trying to put a front on of being outraged while inside I’m shaking in my boots. “I have no idea what you’re talking about.”

  I step forward, picking all my bags up and walk across the grass that lines the front of the community center. I feel so lost and out of my element here. The last time I had two women talk to me like this, it was under false pretenses and I ended up with a black eye, broken nose, and two cracked ribs.

  I start to walk faster as memories assault me; I don’t want to be in that headspace, not here, not now.

  I hear footsteps approaching me from behind quickly but I ignore them and continue walking, only it’s not until I get to the end of the street that I realize I’ve gone the wrong way. I spin around, almost bouncing off Kay who is standing right behind me, trying to get my attention.