Craving More (Nighthawk Security Book 2)

by Tory Baker

  At first, I sit with my legs out in front of me, crossed at the ankles, posed on my elbows. That didn’t seem right, so I switched to a kneeling position where my legs are spread in a wide formation, giving him a view that will no doubt shock the shit out of him when he walks in, and my hands are placed on my knees. When I chose the panties I’m wearing, I knew he’d see every inch of me in the white cotton. The dirty thoughts that have been on replay in my mind have me beyond wet, no doubt soaking the fabric and giving Bridger a very nice view.

  I hear his soft footsteps come up the stairs. I arch my back, looking at the door, wanting to watch every emotion cross his face.

  Bridger’s body appears. I take him in from top to bottom. His jaw is tight, his eyes showing the desire he no doubt has for me. When he licks his lips, it’s enough to cause my nipples to tighten more than they were before. The breath he exhales only proves to me the effect I have on him. His posture is ramrod straight. Those arms I love wrapping around my body are showing off the veins that run down them as his fists clench. My gaze goes further down, and I can see the bulge he’s packing behind his jeans. I’ve had my mouth on every part of his body, much like he’s had his on mine. The whimper that leaves my mouth has him stalking toward me.

  “Fuck, sunshine. You really are full of surprises, aren’t you?” My eyes watch as his fingertips skate a path from my knee to the inside of my thigh. Goose bumps pebble in his wake. My own breath leaves me. I’m on fire for Bridger with the teasing way he slides around to the edge of my panties, slowly underneath them, but not quite touching where my body yearns for him the most. My eyes may be glued to his fingers, but when I sneak a peek at his face, Bridger’s eyes are glued to my breasts. I swear he’s a boob man, even though he says he’s an everything man when it comes to my body.

  “Bridger,” I moan when his thumb finally slides over my clit.

  “Is this what you were getting ready for? My hand or my mouth? Or did you really want my cock to finally make you mine?” His voice is deep and husky. I’m not sure who is more affected, me or him.

  “I want you, all of you, but most of all, I want you to make love to me, Bridger. I want it to be you, always and only you.”

  Bridger’s hand disappears from my center, making me mourn the loss, but I feel his fingertips brush the sides of my stomach. When I realize that he’s pulling my shirt up, I help him by lifting my arms. I should have known what he was after the entire time, the way his hands engulf my breasts, weighing them in the palms of his hands, watching as they move with every ministration of his thumbs playing with my nipples. He once said he could make me orgasm from playing with my nipples alone. Bridger is right. I could come just like this. Not even the clenching of my thighs would be needed.

  “My girl is feeling needy today, huh?” he questions before his mouth finds my nipple, sucking the whole of it into his mouth. He’s not messing around. Finally. I rock into him. His hands move to push my shoulders back on the bed, causing me to lie flat on my back. I lift my hands, reaching for his shirt, wanting him naked right along with me.

  “Off,” I groan when I have it halfway off his body. He lifts up from my body, wrenching his shirt off with one hand, while I attack his belt. If Bridger is going to be away from my body, I may as well help strip him while I can.

  When the button and zipper are undone, he steps out of them. I had no idea Bridger was going commando underneath his soft, worn jeans. “Jesus,” I breathe out.

  “You like that, Kellie? You like knowing I’m hard as nails, aching for you, like you are for me?” he questions.

  The only answer I have is to show him how much I ache for him. I close my legs while I take my panties off for him, not getting too far before he’s taking over. Then I spread my legs, showing him what he and I both want.

  “You mean like this?” I hold myself open for him. Bridger licks his lips, and I know exactly what he’s about to do.

  “Hold yourself like that. I’m going to taste you, sunshine.” My thumbs hold the lips of my pussy open for him. I watch as he kneels down on the carpet, then Bridger’s tongue comes out, licking me lightly, building up the pressure that’s already pent up.

  “You’re killing me,” I moan as my hips rock into his mouth, my body chasing the orgasm it’s after.

  “No, Kel. I’d never do that.” He looks up at me. My wetness is glistening on his lips.

  “Good, because I really need you, Bridger, so damn much.” I watch as he crawls up the bed, bringing my legs up, one leg on each shoulder, keeping me spread open, and he’s watching the entire time as his length lies at the entrance to my center. This time, there will be no barrier between us when he comes inside me.

  “Are you watching this? I want you to see me when I take you, watch your wetness coat my cock, feel us together as we move as one, and listen to our breaths when I take you.” His hands hold on to my thighs. Our eyes are locked on where we’re joined, and I know in this moment, I love Bridger Jennings with my whole heart, for my whole life.

  Sixteen

  Bridger

  “Damn.” Words are hard to get out in this moment as I feel Kellie’s pussy clamp around my cock. Sure, I’ve been inside her before. Nothing like I’m about to be though, and there’s no other place I’d rather be.

  She thought I didn’t hear her say I love you, giving me her whole heart. Kellie, though, she murmurs words, sentences, little quotes here and there. Almost talking to herself, but not quite. It’s probably from all these months she’s been alone except for the times I’ve had her come over or when Taylor and Raelynn would drag her out for lunch and shopping.

  My hands are holding her thighs tightly to my body, not wanting her to use any leverage she can. I know my girl—she’ll take me when neither of us are really ready.

  “You need to move,” Kellie pleads with me. I want to take this slow, let her get used to me. Not hurt the woman I love more than anything on this earth.

  “Slow, sunshine. We’re going to savor every moment of this.” I groan when my cock sinks further inside her pussy.

  Kellies hands are fisting the sheets. “Bridger, please do it now. Make me yours and you mine,” she begs. When she puts it like that, I can’t hold back. My cock is at her barrier. I hold her tighter than ever before, knowing full well her body will be decorated with my handprints tomorrow.

  My hips move back, and in one thrust, I’m all the way inside her. I swear to Christ, the way her cunt is molding to my cock, I’m the lucky one in the equation. What she’d want with a man like me, I’ll never know, but if this is the kind of heaven I’m getting, there’s no way I’ll do anything to fuck it up.

  “I feel you, Kellie. You’re squeezing me so tight. I’m going to come so deep inside you, you’ll feel me there for days,” I admit.

  “Oh God, Bridger. Come inside me, please.” Her hands leave the sheets and grab my own hands where they’re on her thighs, thighs I love as much as the rest of her, even if I am a tit man. And damn, do I love the way they bounce every time I slide in and out of her.

  “Yeah, sunshine. I’m going to,” I grunt out as I feel her bear down on my length, knowing damn well she won’t get hers, but I’ll be taking care of that as soon as I can.

  My balls draw up tight, and I know I’m about to fuck my cum so deep inside her, if she doesn’t get pregnant, it will be a damn miracle, even with her on birth control.

  “I’m coming inside you, Kellie. Feel me, sunshine.” I groan as I come after only a few more thrusts of my hips.

  “You feel so good, Bridger,” she coos. I look down into her eyes. Letting her see the love and devotion on my face even though neither of us has used those three words, not counting how she mumbled them in her sleep. That shit does not count since Kellie was comatose. Hell no. My body stills, unable to take the movement anymore. I’m that fucking sensitive.

  “Damn, woman, I think you wrung my dry.”

  “Then I guess I did my job,” she jokes.

  “Yeah,
you did, but you didn’t come, and I’m about to rectify that right now.” I pull out of her, not giving one shit about the mess I leave behind. My woman is getting my mouth.

  “Bridger, you don’t have to do that. You’ve given me so much pleasure.” Her tone is soft and delicate, floating in our quiet room.

  I don’t give her a response. Instead, I lie flat on my stomach, throw her legs over my shoulders, and eat my woman like the starving man I am until she comes apart on my mouth.

  Seventeen

  Kellie

  Three Weeks Later

  I can’t believe how incredible it was to give myself to Bridger. Sure, there was pain, that was expected, but the way he made sure I had an orgasm after, not caring about tasting himself while doing so, it was indescribable, down to the way he made sure I was well taken care of after. The warm shower pounding down on us as he gathered me in his arms until he washed every inch of my body, being so very careful when doing so. It was only fair that I returned the favor, which got us both ridiculously hot and bothered again. Bridger was adamant not to give in to my temptations out of fear I would be too sore to even walk the next day.

  We got out, dressed, then went downstairs to start preparing the food that we would be serving once everyone arrived. I knew Bridger well enough to know when he cooks, it’s enough for an army, and more than likely we’d have leftovers for the rest of the week.

  It didn’t take us long to find our flow in the kitchen, him marinating the meat before grilling it while I got the salad and oven baked sweet potatoes to go with the filet mignon along with chicken.

  Throughout the afternoon, the whole crew ventured in. Travis and Raelynn with a cheesecake that I salivated over, Slade and Taylor with wine, which all of us girls drank our weight in, and Drake pulled up after his physical therapy in rare form and pissed as a bull in a china shop. After his session that day, the doctor delivered the grave news that he has no choice now but to have the shoulder surgery they were trying to avoid so much, which also meant Nighthawk Security would be down a man. We all offered our homes for him to come back to, and we’d all be there with him through everything, but his mood didn’t lighten, so the discussion was dropped.

  I saw the concern in Bridger’s eyes over Drake’s news though, as worry settled deep in his gut, and once again, my fun-loving guy disappeared. Add the worry over Liam, the prank caller or whoever that was, and Bridger has been tense for weeks. I’m pretty sure it isn’t Liam, though, because it’s happening now when I’m not at work.

  Work, that’s another bone of contention that I am not ready to deal with. I know everyone is walking on eggshells with this whole situation, but I’m allowing Liam to get his way so much. That’s why, when Bridger gets home from running his errands, we’re having a talk.

  I love waking up and going to sleep with him so much that I refuse to change it. It’s this not working thing that is really getting to me. There’s only so much talking to my aunt on the phone, cooking, cleaning Bridger’s immaculate house, and lazing around the pool I can do. I am lying by the pool now when I hear Legend barking.

  The look on Bridger’s face earlier when I came downstairs in my modest two-piece bikini, black in color, not giving an excessive amount of cleavage flash. I definitely wasn’t wearing anything revealing in my bottoms either, but Bridger biting his lips told me what he wanted.

  “Come on, Legend, let’s go inside for a bit.” I look at him. He’s happy, his tongue is lolling out, and his belly is up facing the sky.

  I climb out of the pool and grab a towel, wrapping it around my body as I go. The afternoon sun is starting to get to me. Plus, knowing Bridger, he’ll be back and want to either cook dinner or go out to grab a bite to eat.

  The two of us walk inside the house, the alarm beeping when the door opens, and neither of us are paying attention, that is until I hear the clicking of a gun.

  My feet skid to a halt. The towel I have wrapped around my body starts to fall, but I hold it tight. Tighter than ever, acting like the piece of cotton will protect me from the person standing in front of me with a gun raised, pointing right at me.

  The thoughts going through my mind are on repeat. Every moment that I could have spent with Bridger, the words we have yet to say to each other, the plans we both have made. The fact that Bridger wants a big family like his own, not caring if they’re full of hellion girls like his sisters or terrors like Drake’s brothers.

  I want that so much, and I want to confess my love to him. Instead, I may never get that chance, which is why I have tears rolling down my cheeks and not one single survival instinct is kicking in. All the self-defense moves Bridger has taught me are gone. There are guns stowed in various places in the house, yet not in a place where I can reach one. I’m stuck, and it’s the worst feeling in the world.

  Eighteen

  Bridger

  I knew that fucking bastard was in town. Shit, all of us did. Those spidey senses we tend to have let us know the moment something seemed off. Not to mention Travis had his deputies’ eyes peeled for out-of-state tags. With Lodgeview being a small town, everyone talks, watches, and listens.

  Slade, Travis, and Drake met me on the outskirts of our neighborhood, suited up and ready to rock ‘n’ roll. Travis may be a man of the law and has to adhere to certain guidelines, but he’ll cover our asses if it’s needed.

  “You going to be able to handle this?” Drake asks.

  I’m standing outside of our vehicles, my feet spread apart, hands on my hips, guns in my shoulder holsters, and knowing I left the alarm unsecured and Kellie in there. It’s churning my gut raw. “Yeah, but if we could speed up this fucking process, that would be mighty nice.”

  “Travis is going in first. We don’t have much wiggle room with that,” Slade states. He’s not wrong. That doesn’t mean I have to like it very much.

  I nod my head in agreement. “Drake, your ass is in the Tahoe. If we need an ambulance, you’re there.”

  “This is fucking bullshit. My shoulder will be fine,” he grumps.

  “Says the man who is scheduled to have surgery in fourteen days. The answer is still no,” Slade stands his ground, and Drake backs down. Even though he swears his shoulder is fine, we all know he’s in pain. He wouldn’t be chewing Tylenol like there’s no tomorrow if he wasn’t.

  “Fuck this shit. I’m scheduling my surgery for tomorrow. This is the second time this fucked-up body has messed with getting any action.” I try not to snort at that, but the fucker doesn’t ever get any action.

  “Can’t say that I blame you,” Slade responds.

  “I told you so. All that pumping of your forearm has fucked up your shoulder.” Travis snorts before clearing his throat. It breaks up the heaviness all around us, something I needed as much as my brothers did too.

  “Bridger, you take the back side of the house. I’ll follow Travis’s lead.” We all agree, then we’re doing our own thing. My pace is quickened while I stay in the tree line and out of sight. Who knows if this dumb fuck is armed or not. I’ve seen the reports on what he did with his fists to Kellie, and I will not ever allow that to happen again. Shit, it eats me up inside he laid his hands on her the first time, even though we hadn’t even met. Kellie is my soul. If something were to happen to her, it would tear at me, piece by piece until there was nothing left.

  “Bridger, you read?” Travis speaks into the communication devices we’re all wearing.

  “Copy.” I’m to the left of the sliding glass door that’s standing open, not able to see a hill of beans, but able to hear the tremble in Kellie’s voice when she speaks.

  “What are you doing here?” Her voice is quivering, and I know she’s scared. When a victim confronts their abuser, it’s not easy. Fuck, it’s not easy listening to the woman I love hurting and not being able to pull her into my arms.

  “You sent me to jail, Kellie. Did you expect I wouldn’t want to come back and finish what I started? What I was after all along, or did you give that away t
o Jarhead.” I have to stifle my laugh. This dumb fuck doesn’t seem to get anything right. Including thinking Kellie is his.

  “Did that motherfucker call you Jarhead?” Drake laughs into the mic. I wince because it’s a loud cackle in my ear. There’s nothing I can do. Not even respond. But something tells me if Drake were here, he’d have something to say to Liam with his own fists.

  “Were you the one who kept calling the office?” God, this woman, she amazes me. Keeping him talking is the best thing she can do right now, until Travis is in position.

  “Who the fuck would call when I could just come into this place, no one aware, and get what I want?” If I weren’t doing the right thing and going with Travis in this God damn protocol, I’d take him out without a care in the world.

  “Travis is going through the side door. I’m behind him,” Slade whispers, letting me know shit is about to get real.

  “Copy,” Drake responds. As soon as I get a visual of Travis coming in behind him, I use myself as a distraction. I don’t want Liam’s gun pointed at Kellie any longer than necessary.

  “What the fuck!” he screams when he sees me. Kellie’s head turns. The look in her eyes devastates me to the core.

  “Bridger,” her voice whimpers out.

  “It’s going to be okay, Kel.” I know for a fact the guys I call my brothers will without a doubt make sure she’s taken care of and will do anything they can for not only me but for her too.

  “If it’s not, I have to tell you something… I lo—” I don’t let her finish.

  “Not yet, don’t you dare say those words. You can tell me everything later.” This causes me to be Liam’s target. Sure, I’m wearing a Kevlar vest, but that only helps if he fires at my chest. Kellie is the one I’m worried about most. If he goes for my head, I’m dead, and if she has to witness that, it’s something that will be permanently ingrained in her memory. That’s the last thing I want.