He hesitated, and Micah smiled at him over his shoulder. “You might want to stop being worried about the legality of it. When someone you care about is in trouble, you throw all the rules out the window.”
Conner nodded and followed him out of the office. He knew right now he would do anything to keep Jillian safe. And if it was someone from his past, Conner would make sure that none of the ugliness from his FBI past ever touched her.
Chapter Twelve
Conner accepted the beer from Micah as he watched Devon’s fingers play over the keyboard. The sharp-eyed man missed nothing, and that was probably the reason he had been recruited into the CIA at such an early age. He glanced at Micah then faced Conner.
"I can do it. It will actually be easy for me to handle. FBI isn't that hard to hack. First question though, don't you have all your cases?"
Conner nodded. “It’s on the drive I gave you."
Devon glanced at Micah again, then back to him. "Why don't you just look it up?"
"What I have in there is just the cases. I don’t know what happened to them after I left. Hell, convicts have been known to work out deals years later when they get sick of prison. So if the government made a deal, I wouldn’t know. A lot of times they are listed on the official records as dead.”
"It's been years since you were an agent," Micah pointed out.
"Like I said, it doesn't matter. They think they can get good testimony off someone, they will give them a deal. One guy was in for ten years and got a deal."
"Which you don't like?" Micah asked.
Conner shrugged. "It's a necessary evil that I understand. Unfortunately, many criminals know and will use what little they know to work one out. Many times the feds get fucked over. And I always loved working my ass off to get someone in prison only to have them back on the streets."
"What kind of meeting is going on in my house without my knowledge?" Dee asked as she walked into the living room.
Conner watched Micah's fierce expression soften as he rose to walk to his wife. It wasn’t hard to see the Native American Dom was still madly in love with her after over a year of marriage.
“Your husband and his friend are trying to convince me to break the law.”
She laughed. “Devon, really, I know you better than you know yourself. You would break the law faster than I can say luau.”
She was glowing with the pregnancy. Just a few months along, she was barely showing. Of course, she was wearing some yoga pants and a shirt that looked to be Micah’s, so it would be hard to tell. She had allowed her hair to go back to its natural dark color and had it in a ponytail on top of her head. If he didn’t know her, he would expect she was a college coed and not a married woman approaching thirty and pregnant with her first child.
She gave her twin a kiss then did the same to Conner.
“So, what’s going on?”
He glanced at Micah, who rolled his eyes. “If you don’t tell her now, Devon will tell her. Those two tell each other everything.”
“Not everything, thank God,” Devon said with mock disgust dripping from his voice. “But if I didn’t, you’d tell her, marshmallow.”
Micah just smiled. “And happy to be one.”
Dee settled her hands on her hips. “I ask once again, what the hell is going on?”
“Dillon wants me to make sure that no one he put in jail is out after a deal with the FBI.”
She nodded as she took a seat on the couch. Micah sat next to her. “Why?”
“I’m afraid someone might be stalking Jillian.” He gave her a rundown of the events of yesterday.
“Oh, that’s horrible,” Dee said. “What’s Devon got to do with it?”
“I want to make sure it isn’t from one of my old cases.”
“All the pictures were taken after you arrived?”
He nodded, realizing no one else had picked up on that right away like Dee did.
“How sucky.” She looked at her brother. “You’re going to do it?”
He nodded. “It should take me a couple of hours.”
“This is the FBI,” Conner said, feeling defensive of his old profession.
“Yeah, so I might be giving them more credit than they should get.”
And looking at the younger man’s smirk, Conner realized he was probably right. The federal government was having a hard time staying on top of cyber crime. Every time they got a handle on something, hackers figured out another way to get in.
And now he was asking one of them to do just that.
“You have to let go of some of your hang-ups about the law, my friend,” Micah said.
“I know. I understand that it has to be done this way, but I don’t have to like it.”
“You skirt the law all the time, Conner,” Dee said with a smile. “At least this time it is for a really good reason.”
He could tell by the look in her eye that Dee was making more out of his romance with Jillian than there should be. He didn’t want to face the fact that every time the idea of someone stalking Jillian came up, he wanted to kill someone. It was natural due to his relationship with her.
And if he repeated that enough times, he might believe it himself.
“Want another beer?” Micah offered as he stood and took Conner’s empty bottle.
“No thanks. Jillian should be done writing by now, so I’m going to head back.”
“We’ll see you tomorrow, right, at the wedding?” Dee asked.
“Sure.”
They followed him out the door and stood there as they watched him drive away. Micah and Dee were a unit, together. His parents had been like that. They had a deep affection and friendship that Conner had always envied. He had never expected it for himself because he had seen too many relationships go bad. It had never bothered him before. Now, though, he wondered what he had missed out on.
He shook his head and turned onto H-3 to head back to Jillian’s. He couldn’t think about those things, and he refused to regret his choices. Conner had made some mistakes, but he lived with them and moved on. Wanting more with Jillian was natural, but he couldn’t get caught up in that. He didn’t know if he had the heart for it.
Chapter Thirteen
Jillian sank down below the bubbles and scented water. The sigh that escaped was definitely well earned. Eight straight hours at the computer. It had been long, but the story had flowed. With the craziness of the past few days, she hadn't had a really good chance to write like that. Well, since Conner had come to see her.
But that she couldn't regret. Since their first night together, she barely was able to contain herself. She wasn't a woman who got hearts and rainbows in her eyes over a man. She had learned at an early age that people let you down. With Conner, though, she couldn't seem to keep herself from doing that. In fact, more than once she would think back to the way he’d touched her the night before and her heart would sigh.
She closed her eyes and tried to blot it out. Hoping that she would have more to this relationship wasn't healthy. She needed to keep it light and easy, and then she wouldn't get hurt.
She heard his voice outside and knew he had returned. Within a couple of minutes, he was in the bathroom. "So, I go off to work and here you are being lazy in the tub."
She laughed and opened her eyes. And just like that, all those promises slid away. She didn't know what to do with a man that was this yummy, not to mention dependable. He had worn a pair of shorts again, and the tan that was now darkening his skin looked good on him. Healthy.
He was smiling at her, leaning against the doorjamb, and right there she gave up running. At that moment, she knew there would be no protecting herself.
"I worked hard today. Over eight thousand words, so suck it."
His eyebrows rose. "Eight thousand?"
She shrugged. "I tend to get in a zone and just go with it. It's a mess and needs to be edited, but I do better if it’s all on paper rather than editing as I go."
He nodded as his gaze traveled
down her body in the tub. It was one of the things she had put in since she moved in. Everything was utilitarian in the house except the tub. It was an oversized claw foot, and it was her escape from work at times. He walked forward, his gaze on her face. What she saw there had her mind going blank. His eyes were dark, heated, and filled with a need she knew so well that it scared her. She felt a corresponding hunger flare to life within her. He reached the tub and looked down at her.
“I come home and find you lying here, smelling of a garden and looking beyond decadent. It’s enough to make a man crazy.”
There was enough of a lip on the tub for him to balance himself on the edge.
"So I take it you're done for the day?"
There was an edge to his voice that told her of the hunger building in him. Heat flared low in her tummy and all the moisture dried up in her mouth. He slipped his fingers over her nipple as it peeked up through the bubbles. They tightened instantly. After placing a hand on the other side of the tub, he balanced himself and lowered his head to take her nipple in his mouth. She closed her eyes and groaned. She had never been uncomfortable with her sexuality, but there was something slightly embarrassing that this man did this to her so easily. He had barely touched her, and she was ready to come.
He lifted his head and stood. “Out.”
For a second, she didn’t respond. Her damn mind was still trying to deal with the delicious heat rolling through her system. Apparently, he took it as disobedience.
“Out now.”
This time, he was a bit more forceful in his direction. She stood as he’d ordered and stepped out of the tub. He held out his hand and helped. She was standing on the rug dripping wet, bubbles sliding down her body. He grabbed a towel and dried her. She wasn't expecting him to take so long, but she should have. It showed her who was in control, and while she had heard the arousal in his voice, she was sure it was there to prove to her that he could still control himself.
If she didn't like it, she would complain, but the truth of the matter was she loved it. There was something to be said for a man who could control himself. And it enticed her. What would it take to make him lose control?
He slid the towel over her body, paying special attention to her breasts, then slipped it down between her legs. He pressed against her pussy with his towel-draped fingers. She closed her eyes and released a steady breath.
"Same rules as before, Jillian. No coming without my command."
He pressed hard, and her knees buckled. The roughness of the cloth was creating such delicious friction that she felt herself dampen.
He dropped the towel and moved in behind her. "Hands on the counter."
She did as ordered.
"Spread those legs, Jillian. I want to see how wet that pretty little cunt of yours is."
Heat lanced through her at the words. She knew her legs were shaking when she separated them. Conner stepped up behind her and slipped his finger along her slit. Another gush of liquid filled her pussy.
He pulled his hand out from between her legs and then lifted the fingers to his mouth. She watched him in the mirror as he tasted her on his fingers. He made a low humming noise.
"You are always delicious." He caught her gaze in the mirror. "Wait here."
He left her, and she didn't move. She knew if he wanted her to, he would have told her. And God help her, that was a turn-on. The fact that she wanted to do it, that he would come back and be turned on by the sight, was so arousing. When he returned, he was naked, his erection easy for her to see. It curved up against his belly, and she couldn't take her gaze off it as she watched him in the mirror. She licked her lips. He chuckled and swatted her ass.
"You are a very bad girl, Jillian. Of course, now that I know you have a taste for my cock, I will definitely make sure you get that reward when you’re good."
Then she noticed what he had in his hands. In one he held a vibrator, one of the toys he’d apparently gotten for her. The other, a package of lube.
"I want to fuck that ass tonight, but I want to make sure that you can handle it."
Without being aware of it at first, her spine stiffened. He chuckled. "This is for safety and for my peace of mind. Plus,” he said as he turned the vibrator on, "you will love it, I am sure."
He stood behind her again, his cock against her ass, and she moved her hips. He closed his eyes and sighed.
"Naughty."
The way he said it made her think that he liked it. He liked it a lot. The idea that he would be turned on by that, then punish her, added another layer of need to her arousal.
He stepped back a second and slipped the vibe between her legs. He had it on the lowest level, but the tiny vibrations filtered through her body. The dampness in her pussy grew, and she knew she was probably dripping all over the toy as he turned up the vibrations.
"Open your eyes."
She did and watched him in the mirror. "Look down, at your pussy."
It took her a second, but she did it. He slipped the vibe between her pussy lips, and she sighed. He jacked up the speed, and she moaned.
“You wanna come, Jillian?”
“Yes.”
“What?”
“Yes. Yes, Sir.”
The moment she said it, his mouth moved over her neck and he whispered, “Come now, baby. Come for me.”
She could do nothing else but obey. Her body was so in tune to his voice, she almost came on command. She shivered as her orgasm gathered then exploded through her system.
“Conner!” Her voice bounced off the walls of her bathroom.
“Goddamn, you’re beautiful. Fuck.”
He turned the vibe higher, and she came again, the orgasm almost bringing her to her knees.
By the time she was coming down from it, she almost fell. He pulled the vibe out and set it on the counter, easily taking her into his arms to carry her to the other room.
He laid her on the bed and kissed her forehead. “Be right back. Stay here.”
He left her there, and she had time to catch her breath, but just barely. When Conner returned, he had the vibe and the plug in his hands. He set them on the mattress within reach, then he slid onto the bed beside her.
“How are you feeling, baby?”
God she liked the way he said it, the way he made it sound sexy. There wasn’t anything derogatory or demeaning about it.
“Pretty damn good.”
He smiled at that and leaned down for a kiss. It was almost sweet the way it started, a brushing of his lips against hers. But soon, his tongue slipped into her mouth, and she felt her body respond. She hadn’t thought she could go another round, but the need he built up so easily in her was blossoming once again.
He kissed a path down her body, slipping his tongue into her belly button, then further down. Conner took his time as always, as if he were tasting the most wonderful of treats.
By the time he settled his mouth against her pussy, she was already starting to feel her arousal surge. Again and again, he plunged his tongue into her, building her back up, pushing her to that edge, but not enough to let go.
He pulled back a moment later and flipped her on her stomach. She let out a muffled shriek and a laugh.
“We are definitely going to have fun tonight.”
She heard the way his voice deepened over the words, and it spoke to her. She had never had a man who could get her aroused by just speaking, but Conner could.
He leaned over her, and she knew he had picked up the lube.
“We’ll take this slow, okay?”
She heard the concern threaded with need. It touched her that he would stop if she said no. He would not be happy, but he would do it.
“Okay.”
She heard the rustling of a wrapper and knew he was putting on a condom. He slipped his fingers in first, and she realized that he had gotten some lube. The cool gel was the first thing she noticed. Then his finger eased in.
“Relax. Take a deep breath, let it out.”
She did as ordered, and she felt his cock against her puckered hole. She tensed, and he leaned over.
“Remember, relax.”
She nodded, and he eased in past the first ring. She’d had anal sex before, but not with a man who was so large. It took him a while to work his cock up her ass. By the time he did, she felt like she was going to explode. Slowly, he started to move. At first it hurt, but he reached between her legs and teased her clit. She tightened her ass in reaction, and he groaned.
“Fuck, yeah, that is good. So good,” he said, smacking her ass with his free hand. The sting filtered over her, affecting both her holes, causing her to tighten on his cock in her ass again. He smacked her again, the sting shooting through her. Soon, the pain was forgotten. It mixed with pleasure, pushing her to another orgasm.
“Yeah, that’s it baby, come for me. Now, I want you with me.”
He pinched her clit hard, and she came then, her body bucking up against him as another orgasm filtered through her body.
“Yeah, that’s it, fuck. Fuck!”
He thrust into her a couple of more times, and then he groaned her name, sinking into her ass and coming.
He fell over her and they collapsed on the bed. His breath was against her ear and she shivered.
“Are you okay?”
She nodded, but she could feel the tears again. Why did this man do this to her? He didn’t really romance her, but he brought out a primal need in her she couldn’t seem to deny.
It left her feeling raw and exposed.
With a sigh, he lifted himself up and then pulled out of her. He left to go to the bathroom, and she heard the water in the tub running.
For a moment, she wondered if he had just left her there to take a shower. But less than a minute later, he was back in the room. Without a word, he rolled her over, picked her up in his arms and carried her into the bathroom.
There were candles lit on the counter, and the tub was filling up with bubbles.
“You didn’t have to do that, Conner.” But it melted her heart just the same.
“You have to be careful. You need to soak. And since I saw you in the tub, I wanted to slip in there with you and just relax.”
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